Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint 227

Tyr, who was being teased by me, quickly accepted the offer when an excuse arose.

[okay. It had been a long time Let's change seats!]

Suddenly, darkness covered my eyes. When she regained her sight, Aji was twitching her eyes.

In that case, is the order Lia, Tyr, Aji, I, and the regressor? Aji, who was crippled in the middle, shouted as if it was uncomfortable.

“bruise! me out! Let’s go!”

“Oh hey. Don't say nonsense. Even in Tyr's darkness, the military searchlight catches human form like a ghost.”

The biggest reason for developing ultra-high-performance lighting is to catch people who escape. There is no other comedy like that.

The inner circle is the most developed in the military, but at the same time, the darkness of the military is teeming with people who are being exploited. A secret land where only the essence of the military is gathered.

So it has to be done secretly. It's day and night outside, and it's full of people who are struggling with harsh labor, and searchlights to monitor them in case they escape.

By the way.

“Woof woof! It's cramped! Aww! Guaranteed space rights!”

“Write. It’s good to be lively without the stress of moving, but in this case, it’s convenient to like a small place like a cat.”

what about this

The king of the beasts is a being of an idea, so it does not lose its generality. Dogs act like dogs, cats act like cats.

Just as butterflies end up loving catnip herbs while making a fuss, digging into small spaces, and talking with humans, there is no forgiveness if they make mistakes. Aji has its own personality.

In the meantime, the butterfly seemed to have woken up, and a satisfactorily chirping voice came out of the box under her feet.

“Nah. A stupid dog who can't come to his senses if he doesn't move… . are you sorry are you sad Do you want to keep your dignity like Nya?”

“bruise! He's comfortable!”

fortunately it is If even butterflies had glowed, they would not have been able to move so easily. It's better for you to be cramped than to make a fuss. At least there's no bloodshed.

The butterfly's attitude is too edgy to say that it is friendly, but… In fact, she's a strange person who doesn't harm humans, and if an animal comes to her without hesitation and tries to communicate with her, she's almost like a best friend.

If it is an ordinary beast, it will run so far away that you cannot see it at all… Or, in most cases, death was already decided the moment he appeared.

Are the primates of all things doing it for nothing to collect dogs and cats? Or because there is no answer.

“bruise! Violent cat, take it easy! Good me, uncomfortable! It's unfair! Aww!”

“Be patient. It’s only one night.”

“Ow! Violence, caring! Non-violence, coldness! Woof woof!”

“Ehh. Just use a bunch. So what?”

“Eye-eye, hey! Answer, a forceful demonstration!”

“for a moment. The conclusion is strange, isn't it?”

This dog only exercised every day, and now it has become an exercise zone! I can't. In this case, a handy tool!

“okay! Take your stake and whatever, and calm down!”

“bruise! 10%!”

“Yes, take it!”

“Ummm, okay!”

Then, Aji gently lowered her ears and pursed her lips as if she had ever done so. I tilted my head.

“I think I fell victim to the operatives.”

“bruise! Nope! Fair compensation!”

“A fair reward for what you did… I've done a lot of stuff like that. Well.”

Come to think of it, Aji's nature was also used to subdue Historia using butterflies. At that time, he did a great job just by making me more on his side than Historia.

Yeah, give me a bunch of shares that don't even work. Even after making a pact with the military, when the other side declares default, only a riot begins. Just because I say I'm a pear, I'm not really going to rip my pear. then you die

It wasn't that hard to start off with, but it feels good to get free carrots!

“bruise! bruise! bruise!”

Aji moved vigorously, not knowing what was inside of me. Oh wait. It's narrow, but it hurts to move like that… .

[…] king of dogs. stop wag your tail The fluttering is annoying.]

“Woof woof?”

[No, it happened. I just don't write numbers.]

Whirick.

Darkness obscured my face. For a moment, I felt my body being swept away. When my vision returns, what I see now is… It was the wall of the coffin.

The order now is Aji, Tyr, Lia, Returner, and I. Aji's tail pointed towards the edge of the coffin.

[You should have sent the dog king to the edge from the start. I want to make a fuss… .]

It was a reasonable choice, but as a result, the regressor and Historia lay face to face with each other. Anyway, this combination. I just mix it up, and all sorts of things come out.

Historia said while chewing a cigarette.

“father. Thanks for moving it. this is kinda okay It might be a little too much for a little kid.”

“What is the stimulus!”

don't say Historia still has her arms tied. Even in a coffin with no room to crumple, he is detained wearing only one shirt. Because she had to put it on the doll to be used as bait, so she only took off her outer garment.

However, clothing packets can be taken off even when tied, but cannot be worn. It was left undressed over it.

Doesn't look comfortable Since I've mastered qigong, it won't hurt my body or anything like that, but even if it's a Historia, it will hurt if it's tied so strongly.

However, the returner suppressed such complaints at once.

“Heh, then, when you said you were going to send it out earlier, you should have gone, right? He said that he would send me wholeheartedly, so he asked me to take him with me.”

“Better to be a prisoner than a bait. At least I won't grab your ankles.”

“The red horse is the bait. the password you wrote. Isn't that what's holding you back?”

Historia shut her mouth.

Red horse bait. A military braille cipher that she took with her finger.

A clue is a clue, but it is the devil's information that limits the other person's thinking. It was obvious how the military would turn out, taking it as a decisive clue. But Historia took it without a single hesitation.

The regressor who thought he had pushed him triumphantly provoked Historia.

“okay. I didn't lie. Actually, it was the bait. However… as you know. Wouldn't the military, who read it, of course think we would remain in the belt?”

“… I know. I didn’t know.”

“Ah, I didn’t know. Do you want to come out like that?”

Historia couldn't even answer and avoided her gaze. Oh oh. returner. Season 1 Argument Victory?

“What is it? Why is it that people as many as six military commanders follow this side and become so passive?”

“… What do you think?”

“Would you like to guess?”

'Yeah, sure. This guy is not loyal to the military. Almost all of the other six generals are loyal except for the spear, but this guy can pretend to be more sincere than anyone else, but can abandon the military at any time… .'

peek. Then the returner slightly tilted his head and glanced at me.

'Perhaps Hameln's incident and this guy influenced him? Hameln is a big event, but it won't be the only one. what effect First of all, I know that the two are close friends… Perhaps?'

Uh, wait. It feels like my thoughts are running wild again. Returner, stop thinking for a moment… .

Before my thoughts could be put into action, the regressor silenced his voice at the sudden thought, and asked quietly.

“Maybe, you… Were you dating this guy?”

If it was a talent, it was a talent. The ability to change the atmosphere with just one word.

Silence came in the coffin. Originally, the coffin was a place for the dead, and since the dead do not speak, it may be that they lead the way.

Hearing the random question, Historia narrowed her eyes and guessed what the hell she was talking about.

But there was only pure curiosity in the eyes of the returner. Well, it was close to gathering information for the next episode unique to regressors.

'Really? Even when the Resistance uprised and created a republic, this guy was strangely passive. It was similar when a military kingdom was destroyed by another country and a new kingdom was established… . Hey, maybe it's because of a man?'

Actually, it's not entirely because of me. I did provide the opportunity, though.

However, even Historia was not a very good person. She smiles suspiciously and speaks with her gaze slightly lowered.

“… I know. My regrets ran out and I sold my country and left.”

“Uh, really? Really?”

“Do I have any reason to lie?”

It's not a lie, a way of saying. I know because I've used it a lot.

It's true that regrets are falling, but it's not because we're dating! Historia's regrets aren't like that!

'Huh? Really? Was it really? Whoa, whoa! Well, come to think of it, I've never heard of a musketeer dating anyone! that is?!'

The returnee, who was hopeful even after he had asked, asked with a spark of curiosity.

“Did you date? From Hameln? What grade are you in?”

“Well. It's hard to just cut it out. It's been so close, so long, I can't tell when we got into that relationship.”

“Wow, ah.”

The harm ends there, Historia. I intervened before things went out of control.

“hey! Stop making weird noises! I've never had a relationship like that in the first place, so I guess I couldn't figure it out!”

When I shouted, the returner turned his head and shouted loudly.

“The coffins are ringing! It's noisy, so the guy who doesn't care, be quiet!”

“yes? It's my story, but I'm the one who doesn't care?”

but anyway. The regressor turned off my attention and focused solely on Historia. what is this I feel like you don't trust me… Have you been teased so much that it doesn't work?

After all, to hear the story of Historia. you made the wrong choice

“That, right? How did you find out?”

“We were the motives of entering the school at the same time. We got to know each other from the beginning. Besides, I, Rancarte, and Huey were all famous for being geniuses from the moment they entered school… We saw each other as competitors.”

what is your competitor I was the overwhelming number one. Who came in second place changed depending on the national situation and the criteria for judging, but the first place was not without controversy.

“Who was number one?”

“It was close, but first place was always Huey. I was always second.”

“Sheesh, you mean that was real?”

'I was hoping for a bluff!'

Your thoughts are impure, elementary school student. I deceive your judgment, not the information. I don't even need false information to deceive you.

“Trying to beat Huey, working hard, exploring… Stop it, it must have been stained.”

“Wow, wow.”

look. no need You just fall for the story by being deceived. I can't do this. I don't know if it will work, but let's dry it first.

“Me, Shay.”

“Because it’s noisy!”

“I talked quietly… .”

🥺 okay. Chew and rip Either way, I don't care… .

'Uhhhhhh. Hugh's old story… Seriously, if you're like Hugh, you've probably been courted by a lot of people… . The feeling is subtle, but let's hear it first.'

You don't have to worry about me, right? The coffin is narrow, so it's hard to act, but it's hard to spread strange rumors!

Without anyone noticing my anxiety, the regressor kept asking.

“… Ha, but is that the secondary military school? We all live in the same place and our instructors are also supervising, so how can we date?”

“If you want to, there are many ways. When competing for freedom, point out and compete against each other. We fight each other until we get drenched in sweat, and we get used to each other.”

“Wow… .”

'depending on… It's pretty romantic.'

romantic? Is your brain made of muscles? Has the meaning of romantic changed these days to one-sided beatings?

“Sometimes we share the magic candle that one person was smoking… .”

“Huh? You smoke magic candles with your mouth, right?”

“Whoa. So, what would you do?”

“That, that. indirect… .”

'Wow. It feels a little pounding… .'

It was a big deal. Her regressor got caught up in her tricks, and her mode was slightly reversed. Where did you go, the regressor mode that was relentlessly digging for information for the next round? Have you fallen for a fake story?

'Is that really true… ! You're sharing the magic herb you've been smoking!'

Meanwhile, a dark aura came from the other side. It was Tyr.

Oh, there was one more person who fell for the fake story. By the way, what kind of dissatisfaction is it with splitting and smoking magic candles? .

'In front of me, even a drop of blood was precious to the subject. To the subject that made a fuss if there was even a slight wound! Your mouth is so cheap!'

Tyr, who had been listening to this conversation by pretending not to be interested, shot a sad feeling at me.

No, what does that have to do with this? Not all bodily fluids are blood, right? They don't use blood like saliva like vampires. Why are you using the expression “cheap” there?

there! He said he couldn't resist because he unilaterally stole and smoked magic candles! This is embarrassing!

Meanwhile, the regressor was asking questions about where the idea of ​​getting information about his opponent had gone, and now he was really immersed in it.

“I was told that when I go to military school, I have to have a set routine from the moment I wake up to the moment I go to sleep, but I don’t have time to meet, right?”

“Because it’s a special curriculum for me and Huey. Some subjects were waived, and I had plenty of free time. We shared that time.”

“Wow… .”

share?

I was going to make it in the morning of my free time to sleep over, so I jumped in and changed it up arbitrarily, saying that I should exercise after eating! I suffered from stomach ache because I had to eat and exercise every day!

Returner, don't take that for granted!

'If I went to secondary school… Whoops. Once upon a time, in a very distant past that I couldn't even remember, I longed for secondary school, and I used to admire the news that a musketeer, who was less than a few years older than me, had become a supreme commander… . what Now you are my prisoner and are bound before my eyes. Even talking about ordinary school days.'

It was a big deal. Now it has come to the point of comparing it to my own memories. If this happens, he can't escape on his own… ! In this black hole-like pajama talk!

The regressor, who smiled self-reliantly as he recalled the memories that did not come back, suddenly recalled a question.

“what? Wait a minute. Then why did you try to catch this guy?”

“Because. Because it’s stupid.”

“No, you didn’t have to bring an army.”

When he reached that question, Historia pondered for a moment. Because her question reached her true heart.

However, in the end, Historia, who recalled that I was also listening in this coffin, spoke to me through the regressor.

“… In Hameln's time, Huey ran away leisurely alone even then. It's something I might miss again by myself, and… He had to be questioned.”

“Did you fall into the river with the students? It's a big deal, but you heard about it a while ago, didn't you? In the end, the military killed it, so why are you trying to question this guy?”

“that… .”

Without answering, Historia chewed the magic herb. In grass that is not lit on fire, nothing but burnt bitterness is felt.

But taste is memory. Sometimes we find the taste in our memories, and sometimes we recall our memories in the taste. For Historia, the magic herb meant that time.

“162 people disappeared at the same time. With the exception of a few who strayed along the way or took a different path, my rider has completely evaporated. Graduation became something to reflect on the vacancy. The children who shared memories and painted the future sank down the river. Sometimes when I turn my head to see the river flowing in the distance, I feel as if I am immersed in a deep water.”

He didn't even light a magic candle, but for a moment, Historia's focus became blurred. It's like looking at a distant place other than here.

“If you die like that, you can’t. Not one or two. So many children… It's strange to die without even thinking of coming back to life. I'd rather the military kill him… He may have been disillusioned with him. It shouldn’t be that way.”

Historia did not want her motive to die. She was different from Nicholas Narancart.

Nicholas saw students as part of the military and could be 'processed' like hair or nails. He took it for granted that he arbitrarily used students as materials.

Rankart placed no value on them. Is it his job if a stone on the lake shore was washed away in the river? Living, dying, or struggling was out of the question.

However, I was with them, and I can't bear to be fooled by myself (which seems to be smarter than me), I was just trying to test it in a unique way.

“However… I do not know. Maybe the reason I think this way now is because I felt something in that scene.”

On the other hand, Historia found a being who could share her heart with her.

In other words, I was lonely. She wanted those who were inferior to her to follow her. Although she lacked talent and her stamina was low, she wanted to catch up.

… It's just that my expectations were too high, and I was disappointed one after another.

“But it wasn't. It must have been a plan I couldn't even think of. Rather, if you had told me before… .”

I can't even say for sure that something must have changed. Because just before Historia, she had asked me to help, and she had come right in front of her.

My classmates, or this graduation practice, did not want to disturb anything, so I turned away.

A terrible remorse that cannot even be assumed.

'If I had known everything before and after. Had I known that… I. Would you still help them? Would I have made the same choice as I am now, born and raised in the military?'

In the midst of desperate words filled with real emotions, the regressor noticed something and made a strange face.

“yes? Are you speaking as if you had seen the scene in person?”

“ah.”

With those words, Historia got out of thought. With her magic candle in her mouth, she murmured as she turned over her body, even in her uncomfortable posture.

“… done. I'm just a prisoner The rest is up to you.”

“Huh? Wait a minute! yet… !”

Questions keep getting longer. I can't. It is a special measure I need to end this conversation.

I whispered into the returner's ear as softly as possible.

“Good night, Shay.”

“Huh?!”

Wow. It only conveys her voice, but she leans her back straight and shakes her body. Is this the sensitivity of the stimulated regressor?

“You, what are you!”

“What is it? Sleeping fairy. A hard day awaits tomorrow as well, so I have to say hello to the me today. Now, everyone, go to sleep. Dismiss me!”

[…] I don't really need to sleep.]

“Tyr is the oldest and the kids don’t sleep until this hour, so what did you do? Reflect! The kids need to get some sleep too! Can you wake the kids up because they don’t sleep at night?”

I ended the conversation forcibly by swearing. Bolmen's voices came from here and there, from the regressors here and there and from there Tyr, but I ignored them and forcibly turned them off. Darkness came as she covered the small light source at her bedside with her finger.

'I keep rewriting the sentence I used when I was the class president… . You don't look like much has changed, Huey.'

Now I'm starting to feel weird too. Historia, were you really my ex-girlfriend?