Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint 209

Majang, the pride of the military, was a woman full of dignity. It was quite funny to see Frelbjor, who was an example of a soldier and respected by all citizens, spinning round and round, emitting light in the air.

It was just that the status was high and the situation was urgent, so no one thought to laugh. Only one was different.

“haha! Grandma! Are you feeling weak and your pee stream is bad? It just scatters!”

Patraxion was rude to the point of being rude. The generals running next to him couldn't laugh in any other way. Because it was a joke that was too low quality to be laughed at.

A loud voice could also be heard by Frelbjor. Frelbjor contorted his solemn face to the fullest.

“noisy! An adult is working and I can’t help but come and help!”

“Wait a minute! Almost everything has arrived! hey! Gand! window!”

“Here it is!”

After taking over a spare spear from his lieutenant, Patraxion pounded hard with his right foot and stopped tall. A tendon sprouts from his shoulder. He pulled his arm back and threw his running force into the spear.

hoo. The window shoots heavily. Just before Pataxion's fingertips let go of the spear.

“Suck!”

His strong fingers gripped the spear again. At the same time, I straightened my bent knees and kicked the ground with my feet. Patrak Sion flew through the air, hanging from the spear he threw.

He flew in a parabola and landed in the middle of the battlefield. He got up with his spear on the floor and rushed forward with enthusiasm.

Jeep Chang participated in the war. The returner jumped up and shouted.

“Tirkanjaka! Let's face the scourge!”

“Wait a minute. When I saw that cheeky thing… .”

“You have to deal with it quickly and help him!”

Tyr glanced at me and followed the instructions, clenching his lips. Tyr, who turned away from the mage, moved to face his spear and the general that followed.

“father! Your opponent… ..”

“It's me! I'll deal with you!”

“her. The blue and young thing… !”

“Why is everyone falling over their age and making a fuss, so annoying! Do you know how complicated I feel?!”

“Even your mannerisms are bad!”

Frelbjor gathered magic while admonishing him.

All the collected light was consumed, but the flame produced heat in addition to the light. Heat has the power to turn air into wind. Ugong Isan recycles the accumulated heat as it is and pushes the wind away. The cloak soaked in the wind was spread out to the fullest.

“Preset, Pascal!”

The wind lifted Frelbjor's body high. Even the heavy container was helplessly tossed on the ground by the violence of the north wind. It was a ripple of power comparable to a waterfall rather than the wind.

In the midst of this, the returner raised his chin.

“huh. I'm sorry, but the wind isn't yours!”

Cheonen is a treasure with heavenly power. It contained the space itself, and had the ability to freely manipulate wind and clouds.

Tengeumgi is a magic sword technique that draws out its power using magic and qigong. The returner swung the cherry blossoms through the pouring wind.

Thousand Swords, Pacho.

“This… Magic!”

The returner slashed the raging storm with a single blade. Frelbjor, who witnessed the splitting of the wind by the sword attack, shouted out in rage.

“At that age, while learning magic and qigong, why… ! How can geniuses be so arbitrary!”

“… Thank you for the compliment, but now I can’t even think of anything when I hear the word genius!”

“I can't forgive you any more! If you've got that kind of talent, you'd be grateful before you even think about wielding! I will not allow you to act like a thunderbolt in the land of my country!”

Frelbjor's roar resounded loudly.

Compared to the other side where the battle was in full swing, nothing passed between me and Lia. There was no attack, no criticism, no shouting or anything, just looking at each other for a moment.

But it can't be like this forever. Putting the box on her back at her feet, he pulled out a magic candle and handed it to Historia.

“Would you like to smoke one?”

Historia stared at me and received a magic herb. She put her magic candle in her mouth, lifted her finger as if she had promised her, and brought it to her tip.

“Set, Lee. Florence.”

Flames rose from the edge of the gauntlet. As Historia inhaled her breath, hot flames were sucked into the candle, engulfing it and burning slowly.

big sip. After tasting the smoke, Historia's face softened in an instant.

'Taste… It's amazingly good. what? He lit a fire… ?'

“good? It is not enough to even call it a top-notch product. I heard you used world tree leaves.”

'… It can't be. It's just that magic herbs were good.'

Magical herbs have a calming effect. Among them, this magic herb is a special product made from the leaves of the world tree. Historia's excitement went down considerably thanks to its high-quality, high-efficiency benefits.

Also, smoking takes precedence over schoolwork. Now that I've been fed with acting, let's take some time by emphasizing Hakyeon.

“Being like this reminds me of the past. right? You're not good at ceremonial magic, so you've always borrowed someone else's fire to light a magic candle.”

I talked about old memories to pass the time, but Historia did not accept any further chatter.

“What is that ugly armor? I'm armed Are you trying to defeat me?”

“There is no way I can beat you. It's just for self-defense. I wore it so I wouldn't get caught up in a fierce battle and fly away.”

“Is that all?”

“Of course. What good would it be to wear armor?”

Historia exhaled smoke as if affirming my words. Perhaps because I was facing the wind, the smoke flew towards me. Even though it had been a while since I stopped using magic herbs, the scent lingering on the tip of my nose was refreshing.

Perhaps the reason why I want to smoke another one is because of the high quality of the magic candle. Or maybe it's because I met a smoking buddy after a long time.

“If you don’t want to fight.”

Historia grabbed the chain with her fingertips. The long chain returned to her hand like a listening animal. She gave me orders, rattling her chains threateningly.

“Stretch out your arm. I will arrest you and take you to the Public Security Office.”

“only me?”

“From you.”

“What is the crime?”

“You decide. What are you going to catch me with?”

'Murder, perjury, civil war, fraud, and obstruction of justice. You can take whatever crime you want. If you killed 161 people in Hameln like that, the charge is meaningless.'

He seems to firmly believe that what happened that day is still my fault. How to solve this misunderstanding?

No, should I release it?

Either way, it's better not to get caught. I took as harmless gestures as possible.

“Leah. you know I didn't do it.”

“I’ll go to the interrogation room to hear the details, Huey. I'm not going out until I vomit all the truth.”

'Even if I vomit, there is no guarantee that I will get out. Anyway, I'm not going to let my tongue tease you.'

It's scary because an acquaintance from the past becomes an enemy. Because you know me so well, I try to arrest him without much conversation.

Since he's already been teased countless times in the past, he won't respond to psychological warfare too hastily. then.

I didn't want to do this, but let's dig it up with guilt.

“Why are you blaming me? You are the one who has to vomit the truth.”

He grabbed the mask in his hand and lifted it. bare face was revealed. The wind blows dry my eyes.

Still, with both eyes wide open, each expression on his face was filled with sorrow.

blamed the opponent.

“You were wrong first.”

“… .”

“If you had saved me in time, none of this would have happened. Why did you turn away from me at the last moment?”

As if driving a wedge towards the silent Historia, he spoke one last time.

“What makes you different from them?”

Actually I know Since then and now I have read her thoughts in her historia, there is no need to question her. So, without any regrets, she pretended to be dead and headed to the capital.

The only reason I'm sobbing right now is to provoke the other person's sense of guilt.

But Historia was much stronger than I expected.

“It’s no different.”

There was so much to say to me and so much to be heard. And he wasn't the type of person who would miss an opportunity because of a little bit of guilt.

Historia's lips let go of the cigarette. The cigarette held her breath for a moment and then smoked as if she had filtered it out.

“So, surrender. As long as I am a grown-up.”

'While I am the daughter of the military, and a faithful soldier. If it's too late, or if you become a more dangerous person… . I can't even save you.'

If that's the case, I wonder if it would have been better if they didn't try to catch me in the first place. Why did you have to go to the 6th fortress and keep chasing me thinking that I was still alive?

If I had pretended I didn't see it, I wouldn't have lived a good life.

For a moment before I looked at him with resentment, Historia held out a half-smoked magic candle to me. as friendly as possible.

At one time, when it was difficult to obtain magic reeds, I used to smoke even a single cigarette. It seemed that he wanted to give me the least amount of faith by what he did at that time.

Even if you are caught like this, you will survive if you do well. I am willing to faithfully vomit all the information I have to save my life, and maybe even the military will believe me and forgive me. Above all else, he has a backing as his motive is the sixth.

But in the first place, if you don't catch it, it's over. Why do we have to trust only one Dong-Ah string and fall to a more dangerous place?

And before that.

“ah. I didn’t say this.”

The cool scent of horseradish tickled the tip of my nose, but I shrugged, avoiding my gaze.

“I’ve cut the magic weed.”

The silence found was heavy. The place was so quiet that I wondered if the wind had stopped for a while.

Historia mumbled late as he retorted.

“… okay?”

At the same time, Historia dropped a magic candle. The boots trample on the flames that have fallen to the ground. Historia, who had captured her heart with it, looked at me with her bitter eyes.

“I'll do my best to solve it, Huey. You might faint, so hold on tight.”

“Wait a minute. Previously. I have one more present.”

Just before Historia approached, I opened the box lid with my foot. The lock was released and the tightly closed surprise box was unveiled. White smoke came out from the inside.

As expected, Historia raised her vigilance and prepared herself to fight.

'Well then. You can't come naked. But, hey. It won't be enough to surprise you this time.'

in a tense atmosphere. The first thing that appeared in the thick smoke was a roaring sound.

“Nyaa-. what. ah?”

Such a deep and refreshing scent, accompanied by a cat's cry. Historia sniffed and frowned.

'Wait, this smoke, just that magic herb?'

“You like cigarettes and you like cats, right? Come on, a gift. This surprise box is a smoking cat. A gift you will love twice as much!”

A butterfly sleeping soundly in a box full of happy smoke. However, as a strong wind blew over the belt, the smoke dissipated in an instant. The butterfly reached out to catch the smoke scattering through her cloudy eyes.

But the only thing I can feel is the cool, cold wind.

The butterfly opened its eyes. The butterfly, who had wandered through the wind in vain, realized again how strong the wind was.

“Nyaa!”

And he was angry because it took away his happiness. To express his anger, he jumped out of the box and looked around him.

Naturally, for beasts, humanoid forms are more susceptible to hostility than steel mannequins.

And even more so if there is a burnt magic candle under that person's feet.

“Hey, you crazy bastard… !”

Historia started the second game against the raging cat king.