When the military's daughter mentions the possibility that they betrayed them, the generals' uncomfortable gaze turns to the staff.
It's embarrassing, but it can't be helped. It's an issue that someone should have addressed, and it's highly likely a staff duty.
In the midst of the silence, Patraxion was the first to wave a hand.
“Uh-huh. That went a little too far. Are you even thinking about what’s out there?”
“You know Hameln’s Piper. The tendency of Warden Historia to obsess over the case is already well-known.”
“okay? Is that enough? The daughter-in-law of the military is obsessed with the flute player?”
At Patraxion's thoughtless question, another general who had followed the musketeers abruptly stood up and defended Historia.
“It can’t be. When the main building was sent to the Musketeers to assist the commander, Major General Historia faced them with all his might! It's gone too far to discuss the transformation of the small intestine!”
Since there is no one to doubt, do you doubt the young musketeer? You should be ashamed of your age, tt.
There was no sound, but when those gazes poured in, the staff also sweated and made excuses.
“Me, me too… possibility… .”
“Wait a minute. If Warden Historia is truly infiltrating, I will contact you in some way. We just have to wait for that.”
“I, I think so too.”
Sharp gazes from all directions, even though he tried to avoid words. The embroiled staff soon regretted her words.
Because the staff always prepares for the worst, he often makes the commander upset, but he's doing his job, so isn't he pushing too hard? It was a time when I was complaining like that.
A squeaking sound came from the golem sitting still. It was a magic golem for communication. Everyone's attention was focused on whether there would be any information to overcome this situation.
The golem raised his head, creaking enough to feel the urgency.
“I am in charge of the meta-conveyor belt, I am Captain Piyu, the military signal operator. This is urgent information! Please pay attention!”
The signalman in the golem shouted quickly.
『Observation information! One container is out of the belt and is sprinting to the Far East Coast Road! Repeat. One container is running through the eastern plains!」
Some of the seated generals jumped up. The general, but lack of time, ran out and gathered the troops with a loud voice.
They moved one step ahead. The goal is the Far East Coast Road. At last, he was freed from the meta-conveyor belt and moved to a true pursuit in a new land.
“Are you running all night? Active. very good. Better to do something than stand still. always.”
Patraxion grinned, scratching his chin, deep in thought.
“It’s a little early, but it seems that he is planning to run away to the principality before the sun rises instead of trying to see the match at the stopover.”
“I will. They wouldn't want to run into a large army on the plains in the middle of the day either. All troops! Just wait! I will also contact Bernhardt!”
While Frelbjor was busy moving, Colonel Gand, approaching secretly, said to Patraxion.
“It could be a camouflage. Unless commanded by command, the signalman provides only information. In the end, it's up to us to ask for details and make decisions. Ask the signalman for any other information.”
“Why are you telling me that? you do I'm bored.”
“… I am not in a position to be in this position. The captain has to do it.”
“Usually, he longed for me like that. Pretending to be humble in front of others. Are you going out with me?”
Unable to bear it any longer, Colonel Gand let Patraxion go and shouted.
“Communicator! What is special about that container!”
“The outer wall of the container was full of bullet marks, and underneath were four-wheeled wheels that looked like they had been remodeled in a hurry. It seems to be an uphill battle to run through the plains.”
“Has it been modified? But if it has wheels, it's more likely to be camouflage. It will roll even if you don't touch it… What drives it?”
“In front of the container, a huge red horse with a height of over 3 m was leading it! Presumed to be the blood horse Rallion, the family of the first ancestor recorded in the history books!”
If it's a blood horse, Rallion, it's a family member of the ancestors, and it's a memory that says he's never been separated from her. If there is, it's actually either the Sijo together, or a very elaborate camouflage.
Anyway, the information was given. Judgment is up to you. Colonel Gand asked again if there were any other clues.
“Any other traits we didn’t mention? You can say anything.”
“I did not report separately due to the high potential for camouflage, but the silhouette of a young woman in uniform was reflected on the top of the container surrounded by darkness.”
Everyone stopped talking. A young woman in her uniform, it was obvious who she was.
Colonel Gandh murmured.
“… If it's camouflage, it's a very reliable bait. It’s impossible to learn without checking.”
Perhaps there is a historia inside the container. Whether it's camouflage or not. At the very least, it means that we need to catch up with the blood horse Rallion and send troops to check the inside.
Several generals, including his staff, appealed to Frelbjor.
“Sharing troops is a handshake. You have to decide where to go.”
“If only there was one more clue.”
If you select one, the other will be empty. This is because the troops can be divided, but the strength of the six cannot be divided. If there is no growth, you can stop them, but you cannot defeat them.
The final decision maker is the mage and jangchang, but it is the general who makes the strategy. It was time to deepen their troubles. Patraxion, who was sitting leaning against the back of the chair, said to the magic golem.
“Communicator. Where did they jump off the belt?”
『Assuming that the meta-conveyor belt does not move, it is about 50 minutes away.』
“great. Grandma! Let's get ready to go!”
Frelbjor showed interest in Pataxion's actions.
“Why are you asking that?”
“You told me before. Historia was purposely captured.”
“heard. what does that have to do with… ah.”
Historia was purposely captured. If so, that means she knows what is a disguise and what is real.
If so, it would have left a mark in some way. A password or a signal.
The mage, who had an accident up to that point, sighed a little.
“Right! If you find the signal left by the warden, you might get a clue! It's been a long time since I've been helpful, sweetheart!”
“You have to be proud of yourself, don’t say that you are proud, you have to believe. That's how you treat your children. Ouch. Her grandmother was never married, so I don't know.”
“It sounds useless. I am married to magic.”
“It’s a word that old virgins pick up and serve like gods.”
The generals had to do their best not to show even the slightest bit of laughter. If even a tiny bit leaked out, not only military life but also life could be ruined.
Patraxion, who muttered without dignity, gave an order after leaving the dressage behind.
“Come on, let’s prepare both! If the container is the bait, and if it's real, split it up! Be prepared to respond in any case!”
According to the command of the Chief of Staff, the troops moved in a hurry. He was in close contact with Bernarden through his signalman, and both sides were prepared to respond.
Pataxion flew through the sky with Frelbjor's magic along with some generals. Frelbjor's magic, as if a giant was walking while holding onto the wind, was a terrible feeling, as if riding in a boat that was rocking up and down, left and right, back and forth.
The reason Patraxion did not get motion sick was purely because he was strong beyond health.
“Wow. If you don't cook gon gi gong, you'll get 10 percent motion sickness. Because of this, there is a joke that the conditions for promotion to a general are 'to withstand the flying magic of a magician'.”
“What kind of bastard wears a haircut like that?”
After arriving at the target location, some generals, including Majang and Jeechang, quickly turned on their searchlights and searched the area. A few containers engulfed in battle could be seen lying on the gloomy belt, as if darkness had lingered a while ago.
Patraxion, who found the familiar footprints, stood with his feet there, recounting the battle that had taken place during the day.
After arriving at this location, he fought against the ancestors. He fights and gets thrown out several times. Beyond the darkness, it was really dark as if night had come, but I couldn't see well… Obviously, the container they stayed in.
30 steps from here.
Like Patraxion running, he strode thirty steps forward. When he took his last step, the land on which the container was now revealed only a flat floor.
“Hmm. I'm sure the container has been moved.”
In his muttering eyes, he could see a piece of the container lying unnaturally on the corner of the meta-conveyor belt. About a month later, I picked it up and picked it up.
And then smiled happily.
“Also.”
Braille, delicately pierced with qigong. It was a military code. Historia pretended to be caught and gave this information.
Pataxion was not memorizing the cryptic code, so he handed the code to Colonel Gand. Gand read it aloud.
“The red horse is the bait.”
The musketeer's infiltration was meaningful. A new and fatal clue was given. Frelbjor nodded his head firmly, and Patrxion smiled bitterly.
“Did you hear me? The blood horse is the stomach. It must still be on the conveyor belt! Everyone get ready!”
Now, there is one ball.
You have to hide the ball from the spectators who are waiting for you. So what should I do?
Should I hide it on my left hand or should I hide it on my right hand?
Tyr chose his right hand. Aji sniffed and found it. The butterfly was frightened by the wind with its mandible, and showed it coldly. The regressor tried to pierce through the green eye… From now on, I'll never show him magic, really.
And Historia, puffing out cigarette smoke.
“… The hand itself is a trick, I guess.”
After all, it's been a long time since I've seen you, so you know me a little better.
At the point of mentioning the left and right hands, the attention over there is directed to them. Actually, there's no reason to hide it there. Just by presenting an option, you become engrossed in the answer.
Actually… It's hiding in my pocket.
“Let’s go inside.”
So I suggested.
In fact, even if you drill through the coastal road, you will be able to get there somehow. Tyr's power is formidable, and the returner has the power to accomplish anything at any cost.
But there is no need to clash with the military. As I said, we are the one who will have a hard time if that side turns their eyes around and brings in a regular army like Bernhardt. From that point on, you might really have to make a life-and-death decision.
I wonder if the military will go crazy and bring them to the regular army. It's a nonsensical story.
So.
“We are the inner circle. It enters the inside of the meta-conveyor belt and cuts a shortcut.”
Why do you have to go to the Principality? none. If not the military in the first place, who would dare to arrest us?
It is a matter of turning upwards and heading to the nations via the abyss wilderness.
“While the center is centered on the Far East over there, let us hide in the hem of the military robe and head north. After a while, I got on the cargo chuck meta-conveyor belt… We want you to enjoy a comfortable and pleasant trip.”