The regressor, who had been tying knots with all his might to prevent any unexpected behavior of the sixth general, annoyed me at my meddling.
“Why are you again?”
“Do I really need to tie another knot in the future?”
I pointed to the knot tied by the returner.
Now, Cheonjamsa is not enough to tie the arms that are overlapped in the back, so it is wrapped all the way to the front. This is to completely restrain him from escaping by any chance.
But is it tied too tightly? Historia was uncomfortable in a slightly different way.
“What are you talking about. How about my knot?”
“No, I don’t like talking with my mouth.”
Deliberately, he fanned his hands as if he was shy and glanced at the regressor. As if the regressor is a very bold and outspoken person.
As the returnee frowned at that impure gaze, I covered my eyes with all my fingers spread out.
“Because I dare to emphasize Lia’s body, this is it. I don't know if I should praise her for her boldness or if she should be concerned about seeing her comrades being harassed.”
“ha? What nonsense as a pair… .”
The regressor, who moved his gaze along the direction of my finger, saw Historia from a more objective standpoint.
Historia is supreme. It cannot be restrained by any restraint. He also cuts the chains, and is prepared to extend or shorten his arm if it is too late. In that sense, it was natural to be cautious in a way.
However, is that so? Her regressor didn't really care what part of her would have been her gaze had she been a man. Rather, she focused on tightening her body, which made her figure stand out over her uniform.
“ah.”
'Oh right. 'Cause I look like a man To that guy, I must look like a pervert… .'
The regressor, who had only now realized, sighed briefly. Historia only turned her head and replied teasingly.
“Hmm. I had no idea To be able to do this without even thinking about it, it is insidious as it appears.”
“no! What is the prisoner looking for! and! In the beginning, I was only behind you because I was tied up, so I didn’t know!”
He seems to have realized that no matter how much he said it, it was just an excuse. The regressor, imagining himself through the eyes of the other person, quickly extended his hand and denied it.
“Don't think anyone weird!”
I don't think it's weird either. I am just enjoying the shame of my classmates. Thanks to the regressor for giving me this opportunity.
“It must be instinct. I understand. But still, it's a bit disrespectful to me to make fun of a friend of mine who was once my best friend in front of me.”
“What rudeness is rudeness!”
“I can tie it up better. I think you should have given me your turn number first.”
“Well, I'm glad I did! Because I never thought as badly as you did!”
“Oh right. You said you like men.”
“Stop forgetting that!”
The regressor who had reached the limit of his mental durability screamed out loud.
“Then tell me what to do! Let's release the musketeer from our midst?!”
[Shay.]
That was then. A dark voice came from the black wooden coffin lying still inside the container. Tyr, who slept for a while while the military attack stopped, finally woke up.
The returners were very much looking forward to the appearance of the ally.
“Tirkanjaka! You say a word!”
Tyr did not come out of the coffin as the sun had not yet set. Instead, she vibrated the darkness and spoke only her voice.
[…] It's manly, I can't see it easily. Although I have expressed dissatisfaction with your actions, I have never pointed out your actions. Starting today, I have to think a little differently… .]
“No!”
The only problem was that the voices conveyed were not on the side of the returner.
The returner, who was hit here and there, protested in a half-weeping voice.
“I know what you mean! Still can't let it go… !”
'Because you're dressed as a man, you're creating unnecessary misunderstandings! I should have taken my clothes off before that bastard joined… ! No, I'd rather show you a bandage on my chest, even if it's too much right now.'
Oh, that's not okay. I am in trouble in many ways. Even though you know everything, you have to pretend to be surprised.
And it's easy to win and eat in many ways. I can't let you reveal your gender yet.
Let's stop joking around here. Toys should be conserved.
“It’s okay if you let it go. Actually, as Shay said, Leah was caught on purpose.”
“look!”
Hearing my words, the regressor turned into an angry person and pointed to Historia, then creaked and turned his finger to me again.
“What? did you already know But why didn't you tell me!”
“Know it or not. Anyway, it's my achievement that I caught on, but it keeps getting lowered. I feel bad.”
“Is it really because of that?! It wasn't even wrong!”
The returner, who growled towards me like a child, pointed to Historia, even more triumphant.
“okay! I was expecting it too! He must have been pretending to be a prisoner of war and infiltrating and trying to dig up information! But I won't let that happen… .”
“no. That's not it. Leah negotiated with me, and I got it on condition that I hand over the information.”
Tyr also woke up, and the sun was almost set. For the next operation, the story must begin slowly.
As I glanced at Historia, she understood and dropped a burnt cigarette. As she trampled the cigarette that had fallen to the ground with her boots, Historia erased her smile and spoke hard.
“From now on, everything I say is my personal will, and it’s a personal matter. I swear it has nothing to do with the military… . You are free to believe it or not.”
“… huh. it's personal It's not like the military.”
Realizing that he had been teased up until now, the regressor muttered with a sullen expression on his face. Historia answered her regressor after giving her one sneering laugh as if she was cute.
“The name of this man the military is pursuing is Huey. He was a student at the Hameln Secondary Military School. Huey was a classmate of mine and he took the same class for three years. and… .”
Historia only spoke up to that point and rested for half a beat. She wasn't specifically for her dramatic effect, it was to clear her mind, but thanks to her anyway, her returnee and Tyr were more focused.
After gathering their gazes like that, Historia swallowed up her emotions and continued.
“and… At the end of third year practice, Huey killed 161 other classmates and committed suicide. Exactly, that's how it's known.”
The heavy truth that others would have hardened their mouths for a while and looked at them awkwardly if they had heard it. However, the returnees and Tyr who played world-class did not react very sensitively.
In particular, the returner even babbled.
“It must be wrong. He's alive here, and all of Hameln's victims committed suicide by drowning.”
It was a word to defend myself.
In the previous episode, the regressor who revealed the wealth of the military and collaborating with the Resistance to destroy the military was aware of all sorts of confidential information.
But.
“… That’s how it was known.”
The returnee felt a strange atmosphere and kept his mouth shut at the answer with various meanings abbreviated.
“It’s kind of a secret, but I must have heard it somewhere. You're right. In fact, my motives who opposed the military, specifically the Hameln Military Academy, were… At the last moment, I cantted towards the river with my feet. It must have been suicide.”
After finishing those words, Historia's piercing gaze turned to me. In the languid snow, rather than hot, with a burning desire like a thorn. Historia pointed at me and said.
“You only know what happened. But he also disappeared. Everyone said they died by drowning in the bottom of the Hameln River, and they hoped so. Except for me.”
Swishly, Historia turned her head and looked at the returner and the coffin with Tyr in turn.
“I will listen to it at any cost. That's why I voluntarily became a prisoner of war and divulged secrets to you, enemies of the military. If you're listening, Huey wouldn't lie so easily.”
The greater the number of listeners, the greater their power or prestige, the greater the burden of lying. That was what Historia was aiming for.
but.
[…] That's a really trivial reason.]
The problem is that Tyr and my colleagues trust me a lot more than you expected.
[Because Hugh tells lies to deceive you, do you think I'm going to investigate Hugh instead of you? It looks like he's wearing his head, but he's wrong. hey, not to mention Do whatever you want.]
Historia must have been perplexed for a moment. I must not have known that the powerful ancient being, the progenitor, Tirkanjakara, would protect me so much.
As long as he was captured as a prisoner of war, he risked his life. Despite the fact that nothing could be saved, Historia tried to pretend to be calm.
“Did you even flirt with the founder, Huey? awesome. Maybe all the rumors surrounding you were not fiction?”
[…] Surrounding rumors?]
Oops. It captured Tyr's interest. Tyr, who had to press Historia for a while, quietly stopped his words and pretended not to know.
[…] I'm tired of using my strength in the middle of the day. Make your own decisions I'm taking a break.]
Saying that, it's a pity that I opened my ears toward this side.
The returnee responded calmly.
“You promised to tell me. Then you have to tell me.”
I thought so from the beginning! You make me feel like I'm going to break my original promise!
In the midst of this, the regressor, who was obsessed with collecting information, took this opportunity to hear something from Historia.
“Is that why the military pursued us, who originally had active avoidance of engagement?”
“I do not know. That's the command's decision. But it wouldn't be related at all. The Piper of Hameln. That must have been the secret that the military wanted to cover the most.”
“Have only a hundred?”
Eyes focused on the returnee. The returnee, who felt the gaze, quickly waved his hand.
“No, a hundred people are many. But is it the military? If it is a military country where hundreds of people die every day as laborers, this kind of death is nothing. Suicide is a bit of a shame, though.”
From a human point of view, I don't know, but from the military's point of view, it's a valid question. Historia answered slowly.
“… Because of the curse.”
“A curse?”
“I don’t know much more than this. So, you have to listen.”
After answering the question, Historia glared at me with dark and gloomy eyes. The duty to answer has now passed on to me.
“The Piper of Hameln. to him.”
I was just trying to say The military is chasing us, and it's difficult if my colleagues don't even know why. I just haven't had a chance to do that.
Ego. Where should I say it?
At that moment, Tyr's voice seemed to comfort me.
[Okay, huh. Wasn't 100 people a big deal? Except for those who have just become vampires, there are very few vampires who have lower than triple digits.]
“Hey there, Tyr. Saying that doesn't help me to comfort me, nor to propagate vampires.”
[…] Is that so?]
As I coughed, Tyr paused and prepared to listen to me. The same was true for returnees.
“… Mmm.”
Even Aji, who had just approached him, for some reason, pricked his ears and 'listened' in a true sense. This has become a story that even dogs can hear.
Among them, Historia stared at me with a particularly serious gaze. Her arms were tied, but she would probably not make much of a difference if they were loose. She had sharp eyes, and the desire to know the story was binding on me.
The stage was prepared and the audience took their seats. All that's left is for me to solve the story.
I put saliva on my lips and slowly opened my mouth.
Nooooo, tell us properly!
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