Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint 229

“I” must lead a normal life.

But, what is an ordinary life, and the woman who forced me to live an ordinary life, she could not answer 'I'.

It's natural. Life itself is ordinary. The whole process between birth and death is life, so what can be defined as ordinary?

But she had to bridle 'me'. After reaching the end of the possibilities after repeated questions and answers for a long time, she devised a method.

that… .

Historia poured out her emotions, but her dissatisfaction had clear limits. what it is

“I rolled and rolled in the back alley to survive…”

My past is just as bad as that. Historia bit her mouth.

Historia is suffering from heartache. Anyway, he was promoted to general while winning. In the meantime, he had to carry out numerous tasks such as removing the remnants of the kingdom, killing spies, arresting secret organizations, and checking foreign countries, but in any case, it was a general's move. A brilliant career followed.

On the other hand, how am I? In order to survive, I had to work in the back alleys of the military, hurting my body and mind, including emotional labor, physical labor, mental labor, and illegal labor, as well as my conscience and law-abiding spirit. I made a huge profit by inserting a straw well, but it took quite a long time to fully settle in.

“I just wanted to live a normal life! How difficult it was for a wanderer who didn't even register as a citizen to settle down in the capital. . It's impossible to meet in a normal way.”

The reason for each person's suffering is different. Comparing which of the two had a harder life, it turns into an unsightly whining in the end. The two of us, who are completely different from strength to status, cannot understand each other's kind of suffering.

Historia knew that too, so he agreed without a word.

'… I made my anger out on Huey because of that little boy. Let's calm down.'

As a proven method to calm her mind, Historia, who reverently inhaled the smoke of magic herbs, took out the matter as if nothing had happened.

“…So. What are you going to do next? If you say you want to run away across the border like this, I'm willing to let you go.”

“How are you going to let me go?”

“If you delay the report, delay your return, and inflate your forces. The military will also give up on pursuing.”

“Will the military give up? If I had been watching and watching because I missed it, wouldn't it have stopped me from the beginning?”

The military is rational. The headquarters, which is the head of the military, must also do the same. If they are after us, there must be a good reason.

I don't know why. I didn't even know it when the three of the six generals got together. Historia pursued us for personal reasons, but after reading it through mind-reading, he did not know the intentions of the Magedo Command.

There must be a vague reason for that, I just followed.

Well, if it's the level of strength of a supreme leader, even if you forcefully ask him to tell you, he'll tell you. In this mist-like vague and faint belief, they all performed their duties.

“…The military’s intentions do not change anyway. As long as the military leads the army, if you flee across the border, we cannot catch up.”

“Of course it is. Sending an army into another country is war. It's not a chase, it's a war. Unless we're going to start a war to catch us.”

I'll never be able to follow you… when I rant.

“…War?”

The returner widened his eyes. It was the attitude of someone who had forgotten something and then reunited dramatically. After a while, her eyes narrowed like a beast in an unfamiliar light, and she asked with a sharper voice.

“Wait. Did I mention that the troops are gathering towards the Far East?”

“yes.”

“Then the troops gathered? What's going on?”

“The main force under the command of the Yukjangseong… should be disbanded when the target disappears.”

“A corps gathered on the meta-conveyor belt. They disbanded without saving anything? Is that true?”

Historia kept her mouth shut.

The military is rational. Don't take unnecessary losses. Don't move if you're sure it's going to cause damage in the first place.

This is a country where strategic avoidance of engagement is not a joke, but proudly exists in the textbook. It is said that the military is wasting power in real time to prepare for emergencies, but it is a very serious and meaningless loss to scatter in vain.

So, the question arises here.

Why did the Command gather a corps at the risk of huge losses?

'It's war.'

A fact that even I could not have predicted at all, the regressor clearly saw through.

'Initially, the Legion was not gathered to capture us. To wage war, we have assembled an army of pretenders to capture us… ! We were the bait!'

Was the regressor this smart?

I am a mind reader. I myself am just a magician who reads the predictions of others in advance and smiles slightly. I am not a creator who makes something out of zero, nor a pioneer who leads something at the forefront of this world.

Ordinary users who just make good use of what exists.

Reading the mind, I can only imagine the level that everyone can imagine. On the other hand, the regressor was able to understand the intentions of the military with just a few pieces of information, whether his experience of overcoming death over and over again was insignificant.

He was a regressor who seemed so lacking, but he would show such a high level of intuition… !

To the point where my self-esteem is hurting… .

'Because, in the previous episode, the first war took place at this time! The seven-week war, where all battles ended in just seven days!'

hey.

If you have seen it in the previous episode, remember it in advance! Don't come back and bring back your memories!

The operation failed. The military was deceived

The generals of the military, who moved in unison according to the orders given by the signalmen, felt a great sense of defeat.

No matter how strong the opponent is, there are only three and two. In comparison, the number of soldiers gathered now is ten thousand. Even counting the ratio of numbers is a meaningless difference.

In addition, one Bernartern, a level 5 elite unit, is on standby. A mighty force capable of carrying out the war had gathered in the Far East.

But… The enemy had disappeared.

The red horse leading the container stopped running as soon as the sun rose in the east. Rallion, the blood horse who looked dissatisfied with the sunlight, scratched the floor and banged his head a couple of times in a nearby tree, then cried 'hi-hi-h-h-' to the sky before disappearing.

Ralion did not fulfill his duty as a bait. Because all they were pursuing were the three officers accompanied by a communication magic golem.

Red horse bait.

According to the information obtained by infiltrating the military's daughter, the musketeer Major General Historia, the container that Rallion is dragging is a bait to divert the military's attention. Therefore, there is no need to invest power. One communication golem is enough.

The information was correct.

The container was empty, and at best, Historia's uniform was waving like a flag. In the container that rattled without any weight, there was no human shadow except for the crude doll. It was such an insincere bait that, if deceived, the belly would be twisted.

The officer successfully completed the task of verifying the authenticity and immediately reported through the correspondent.

But… The main unit that received the call had a gloomy atmosphere.

“…a big deal has happened. My daughter-in-law has really been kidnapped.”

No matter how much they waited at the Far East base, even after waiting for the main force that started later than them to join, the enemy did not appear.

The corps, who finished the daily labor experience by opening the flowing containers one by one, finished awkwardly joining the main unit and was waiting for the next order.

The clairvoyant Pataxion who led them was quite daunting.

“I missed it, even if you say it can be, it's a big deal that my daughter was kidnapped.

To that question, the lieutenant colonel Gand answered.

“I won't kill him. If it's Hameln's piper, he's the same as Major Historia, the last survivor of Hameln. It's spherical, so he won't take his life easily. And…”

“And, what? I told you not to talk to me in a frustrating way? Do you even see lines with me?”

“…Please don't do that kind of recklessness! It's creepy, isn't it!”

“It's your fault for limping me into writing this way. So, what?”

“Major Historia… As the Chief of Staff said, there is a possibility that you are helping them. Isn't it strange that the red horse delivered the code for bait and left no other clues. Maybe.”

As a colonel, and as a single uninhabited soldier, Colonel Gand was cautious, as he could not dare frame the Six Generals. Instead, he spoke to the only great man who deserved it.

Pataxion understood the meaning and nodded his head broadly.

“I wanted to listen to what my daughter-in-law was saying, but the flute player blew me away. That's why there is a saying that a gentle cat climbs the stove first!”

“…even if it’s a parable. What will you do now?”

“That remains to be seen. We'll see if there are any lip marks left when we get back.”

Even Colonel Gand, who distinguishes false chords from false chords like ghosts, had a hard time distinguishing between the damned teacher's jokes and the truth. Colonel Gand pondered for a moment at the words of his ignorant superior and respected teacher, then asked carefully.

“…Master. Is that an experience?”

“Hey, hey! It's a big deal. That was your girlfriend's open suspicion!”

Then, with a dignified gait, the mage sprinted through the door of the Provisional Command and entered. She had been working day and night, and she couldn't have slept properly, but she told Zhang Chang in a manner not much different from the first time she flew.

“Captain Patraxion. The command has come from the command.”

“What? Where did you find your daughter-in-law who left home?”

“Listen to the end. According to the command's judgment, they passed us through the inner circle. It is an order to immediately assemble north through the meta-conveyor belt.”

“North?”

“okay. As the northern commander, you are in charge of the corps.”

Zhang Chang tilted his head.

I wasn't surprised that I had overtaken it via the inner circle. Because it was already mentioned in the staff. Zhang Chang also agreed with this prediction. He even applauded loudly that it was an accurate outrageous move.

The question was not about that, but about the military government that had issued an order to assemble in the midst of this.

“If you got ahead, it's already too late? And if a large army gathers in the north, the nations that border the border will surely react? Ah.”

As he spoke, he realized the intentions of the military.

In order to pursue a small number of strong men, they must spread rather than cluster. The basic idea is to release the scouts who are ready to die in all directions, and use their lives as a bait to gradually narrow the siege, just like that empire's wishful thinking.

However, the military was overcrowded no matter how much it had the characteristics of a meta-conveyor belt. What use is a dense corps on a narrow road? There are only a few people who can fight anyway.

However, this question was also quickly resolved.

If the reason for gathering the Legion is to gather the Legion… It means that this pursuit itself is a play.

Pataxion smiled fiercely.

“Okay. Command, these things. They do interesting things…. Anyway, use your hair well.”

If this chase was actually a chase play, there is no need for Pataxion to feel burdened. Because he did a great job. Now he had to prepare for the real battle.

However, the Mage, who had not yet grasped the situation, asked with a firmer impression.

“Um? Got it? What do you mean?”

“…Is your grandmother a wizard? You seem to forget all the preconceived notions that wizards are smart.”

“It's not a prejudice, it's a prejudice. Let's fix it.”

“If it's a smart prejudice, keep it. That's a good thing.”

It took some time to explain to the magician, but the war was decided anyway.

Now the fugitives are out of the military's attention… .

troops gathered in the Far East. Army preparing for war. And, we who escaped the surveillance network.

Empty Command. Signal Soldier, the identity of the command.

The regressor suggested it after much thought.

“Let's hit HQ.”

I replied as if waiting.

“like!”