Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint 223

Most of the mind-reading story was hidden, and the rest was moderately adapted. He changed it to saying that he had heard such a story, or that he had heard it separately later.

The flowing story ended only after mentioning the flowing water of the Hameln River.

The regressor who was listening to my story from an objective position more than anyone else organized the story.

“So, the military was going to experiment with a taboo, you were the subject of the test, but you resisted, and you and the students worked together to kill the officer, but you caused the Hamelin incident to avoid the pursuit that followed.”

The regressor, who nodded his head, clenched his fists, shouted out.

“Everything I said last time was a lie! The children rebelled and cursed you for a sacrifice!”

“Isn’t it similar? When I opened it up, it was all true.”

“Wrong! You said you were a complete victim! From what I hear, it's all made up by you!”

“No, then, where is the fool who nodded his head when he heard that you were the culprit? Just by telling the truth, I think I did my duty.”

spoke boldly. Surprisingly, the regressor seemed to agree with my excuses for now.

“But apart from that… Well, that was the right thing to do.”

“Five? understand this? What's going on?”

“What's going on? I was objective from the beginning.”

The regressor, who shot lightly, folded his arms and coldly evaluated my actions.

“It was the best decision. When such a bizarre and sudden incident occurs, the military government, which is vulnerable to mysteries, puts a press control on it. Conversely, it is the time when the most loopholes occur when the incident is made big and the other side is careful about the fact-finding. That’s a good way.”

It was a statement like this that once destroyed the military. Is it because of the sense of unity that they hate the same existence? The returner looked at me with a friendly gaze for helping to destroy the military.

“… Still, it was a good story. At first I thought you were a special task force agent specially raised by the military, like a signalman or a public security officer. Turns out he was a pretty good guy.”

“ha ha ha. It's awkward to hear that kind of thing from a great criminal who cut off Jiseon's arm.”

“To the end, it’s crazy.”

ha ha ha. A pleasant conversation with a smile. This is the real conversation.

Up until now, you have only stood up to me and had purposeful conversations. Who to teach, teach, get angry, fight.

You don't necessarily have to use language as a form of information exchange. To promote friendship like this is one of the pure functions of horses.

'Old round. When I worked with the Resistance, I was able to gather quite a few internal supporters thanks to Hameln's case. Well, that's not enough. It was mainly possible because I had a guerrilla warfare and ransacked the warrants of all things, but I can't ignore the inner public opinion… what. We were colleagues, weren't we?'

Has there ever been another regressor who has sent such a warm gaze to me? cordial love. We smiled friendly enough to say that.

“I think I misunderstood you a lot.”

“I wish I knew now. Humans are naturally learning creatures, aren't they?”

“The words. Anyway, I owe you.”

'Anyway, limited to the previous episode. I decided not to cooperate with the Resistance in this episode, so it won't be of much use… . No, wait. Hamelin, the truth. Suicide… . Influence.'

what? My thoughts are spinning, but I don't know why the content is skipping around.

That was then. Historia, who had only been listening to her story with her arms tied tight, bit her cigarette even more. She sounded like she was crushed.

“… our cutie He was more cruel than I thought. Even if they’re ugly, they’re Huey’s classmates and me, and it’s okay to see them all dead.”

“uh?”

When I turned my head, Historia was staring at the regressor terrifyingly, as if she was going to run right away. The regressor faced with an outrageous hostility turned into a bewildered face.

“why? Didn't you get the Hamelin students out while you were running around pretending to be a mystery?”

A returnee who naively asks.

Realizing what kind of misunderstanding the regressor was making, Historia snorted and leaned her back against the container wall again. Breathing her cigarette smoke out of her mouth, she smiled like a Historia looking at an innocent child.

“… Ahh. was that what you were thinking? I'll cancel my talk. Still, your way of thinking is cute.”

“Why are you fighting again? Can I just cheat and take it out?”

“How do secondary military school students deceive such people and the eyes of the instructor on the rescue boat that followed? Really, naive and young. How did a kid like you come to go with Hugh?”

“Eh? Wait a minute. As you say.”

'Certainly, if you're an ordinary person who can't even handle ritual magic properly… It must be difficult to escape from the flowing water without anyone knowing. Then, really, they themselves… .'

For a moment, goosebumps rise as if wet with water. It's not my feelings, it's the returner.

The returner, who shook his body for a moment, looked at me with a smirk.

'… Really, you killed them all? your motives… ?'

“Ah oh. It's a little hard to explain this. If I were to defend myself by sounding like I killed myself. The dead children made an agreement with each other.”

“Have you reached an agreement? what agreement. An agreement to die together?”

Please, try to reach such a meaningless agreement.

“It’s similar, but different. The consensus is that not everyone can survive.”

“What?”

“Those who die will die, and those who will live will live. At least for those who survive… Even if I die, let me die quietly with resignation.”

If no body is found, it is suspected that he may have survived. If so, then it will remain just such an escape play. The worth of rowing disappears while singing a song to break your neck.

“I told everyone how. You set the wind magic on the biometric terminal, and walk out under the river. As long as you don't lose your concentration, you can breathe under water for about 3 minutes with ritual magic. Whether you die from being swept away by the waterway, or from suffocation. Whether it becomes food for fish and dies. Let's take it all and walk out to the bottom of the river… . Not everyone can live, so those who want to live can live.”

“for a moment. That can't be possible. It's impossible to use wind magic in the water with any concentration. Even if I did, I would instinctively struggle if I ran out of breath.”

“I endured it. Among the children who participated in Hameln's graduation practice, not a single one was struggling to save their lives. Either walk silently to death, or barely survive and reach the riverbank. We made it clear enough to be etched in people’s minds.”

For this reason, Hameln is the wealthy of the military, and for those who happened to witness the scene, it was a nightmare experience.

Curse is nothing special. If a person with strong hatred and resentment, after sufficient reflection and trouble, expresses it in a shocking and ingenious way, and engraves it in people's hearts… It will soon become a curse.

The cursed person does not have to look far away.

“The witnesses I saw with my own eyes are also here.”

Historia is that witness. One of the closest people, and one of the last to witness what we ended up with.

That's why it was like that.

“Look at Leah. Six-year-old musketeer. She is the daughter of the military and the strongest warrior born under the star of the king. Ahn Ha Mu-in's genius… There was a scene where she was tied up on purpose because she wanted to hear from her only classmate.”

“Wow… . It does.”

'Is that the reason why the Musketeers became a major part of the New Kingdom? ? How the hell is this bastard going?'

Don't treat people like dark creatures. I am an individual among individuals. I've never made any tissue, and I've never been weak in cancer. I always did my best to survive.

Leaving the regressor behind, he approached Historia.

A scar engraved on the heart is itself a curse. It remains forever tormenting me, and the dark darkness that emanates from the wound spreads around me.

Well, it could be something like a blessing to an idiot who was impressed rather than a scar. At least not for Historia.

“How are you, Leah? Do you want to know everything you want to know?”

“… I kind of knew what had happened.”

“It seems that there is still something unsatisfied. Do you have anything to say?”

Her curiosity has been resolved, but her expression is still wrinkled. Historia raised her head from beyond her smoke in her magical seconds, and her cold, sunken eyes questioned her me.

“why. you. I can think of a way to kill all the children… Can't you think of a way to save them? If it were you, there was another way, obviously… .”

But even Historia knows that it is a meaningless lament. Then I acted and Historia stood by. She, her bystander, doesn't deserve to blame me for not coming up with a more quirky number.

Without speaking, Historia quickly turned her head. Her sigh mixed with her smoke, only her voice could be heard. I ended the story with a small smile.

“now. Anyway, it was a bit of a dark story. I don't know if everyone was bored.”

[It's boring. It was an interesting story. This must be the reason why the country called the military is chasing after you as if to kill you… .]

Tirkanzaka, who likes any story, was only interested in it. After all, the fact that hundreds of people committed suicide wouldn't have given Tirkanjaka much of a shock.

[but… There, huh. Gluttony is not a power that can be called a taboo. It is the principle of all things in the world to hunt prey and suffocate its neck. Even though I feel repulsed by the means used by the military, I don't mind the power of gluttony itself… .]

The vampire, who devours humans, desperately excused his actions. He was like a predator, eager to prove his innocence.

Well, Tyr isn't even a brute-force killer. I fully understood the position, so I responded indifferently.

“I have never been too shy. It was just that I wanted to. Just as Tyr doesn't stab a passerby and bleed to eat it, so I don't do anything unnecessary.”

[Thank you.]

“What. I can’t eat it alone.”

There is nothing more reassuring than the existence of a predator that never devours me. If only I don't attack, we can become very close friends beyond our race, Amam.

“Woof woof.”

“… ? Why are you suddenly barking?”

“bruise. timing!”

“What is the timing?”

Anyway, having said all I had to say, I ended the story by clapping hands.

“Come on, the sun is setting. Now move slowly. It is only at night that we can move safely. Previously… .”

Historia didn't even want to make eye contact with me. She quickly turns her gaze, showing only her side face, and exhales only delicious cigarette smoke. It is unlikely that she will cooperate fully.

Leaving it like this is worrying as it is, but it's a little bit different to carry the military's daughter while attracting all kinds of aggro.

There are no options I can take anyway. Historia can subdue me even in a state of being tied up like that, so in the end, I have to get help from my companion. Let's get opinions

“Uh, um. Shay, what do you think of Historia?”

“Ugh. Wait a minute. I'll think about it.”

'It's the military commander-in-chief, and even in the midst of this, the heyday hasn't come yet. If you let it go, it'll always get in the way. In particular, if you shoot three shots, one shot is unconditionally hit. When you realize the intention of bayonet, it's really, really, really, really difficult to deal with, because it's a counter for a thousand eagles from then on. Hmmm.'

Eh? what. Are you getting stronger here? What's the name of the bayonet gun's technology that just sounds so damn strong?

huh really I feel a sense of relative deprivation. While I lamented over reading my thoughts, the returnee expressed displeasure and asked for opinions.

“… I don't want to kill you. Let's grab the strands to keep them alive.”

ok? What do you mean, suddenly?

“Hey there, Shay. Are you a slaughter-crazed demon? What does it mean to say that you don't want to kill yourself like a pawn?”

“uh? why? Did he say he didn't really want to kill me?”

You still don't know what he said? While his mouth was wide open, he sternly rebuked whether Tyr Kanzaka was the same for not being absurd.

[Shay. Even if you say you have a crushing heart in the military, wouldn't you be Hugh's friend? But are you out of the way to say that you kill your fellow's friend? Even thirsty vampires do not touch the relatives of their acquaintances.]

“uh… ? Wait a minute. Am I a bad person?”

“Look. It's nothing to criticize vampires. What do you do if you don't crave? Why don't they cut the right arm of a person into pieces, and why do they say that they kill a prisoner who surrendered accommodatingly despite being friends?”

The regressors, who were all criticized at once, were naive and denied it.

“I didn't even mean to kill you! You were just stating your opinion!”

“The atmosphere is broken. I don't intend to kill anyone, but when I hear 'Then let's not kill' by myself, who would think we are just killing people?”

[In a harsh world, who would stand by my side if even my colleagues and friends were to be slaughtered? Don't mention it even by mistake.]

“I, me too… I didn't think of that… .”

Due to Tyr and I's joint attack, the returner shrank. Cancer, this is it. As a fan who patted the regressor pleasantly, I turned my attention to the sense of incongruity I suddenly felt.

Oh, Tyr. It's not that I don't kill Porora, but it sounds like I don't kill them because they are my acquaintances… ?

“Hey there, Tyr. What if it wasn't Leah who was caught, but the spearman? Kill me?”

[…] ? If it's not your acquaintance, why do you need to keep it alive? You don't even need a living thing to get blood.]

'Gutae, I don't want to create antagonism by killing your friend.'

The way of thinking itself preceded the relationship by blood… . I think it's because the way of thinking itself is old-fashioned.

Anyway, back to the story of Historia's treatment. In the end, it's either a release or a dragging. If you let it go, how will you release it, and if you drag it, what action will you take?

In a situation where I couldn't think of a particularly sharp number, I snapped my finger after thinking of Myoan.

“Then how about doing this?”