Shiati raised her head, grimacing in pain and displeasure. Her broken fingers, her black magic that crushes her self, her Maximilliens attacked her, and her wounds in her mouth were gnawing at her steadily.
In contrast, Historia stood up straight and looked down at Shiati. Her silkworms bind her, and she can't move her arms at all, but… . Still, Historia was strong. both objectively and subjectively.
“what… sound.”
Historia glanced at Shiati's finger.
The right arm is a prosthetic arm. Instead of the right hand that had been severed in the past, a solid block of iron takes its place. The one remaining left arm has a broken and twisted finger attached to it.
Judging by the gaping fingers, even that might disappear soon. perhaps… It may not end with your fingers. Historia narrowed her eyes.
“Your fingers. We didn't even get to headquarters, but there were only two left. The ring and middle fingers are now hopeless.”
“Huh, so?”
“Xanthan has two feet. When you use it all up, what? Are you going to spend your life next time?”
“There’s nothing I can’t write.”
Shiati said she would come. It was sincere.
She was prepared to write even the final curse. If she encounters her command, and encounters those who have ruined her life, Shiati will spend her life without hesitation.
That determination was real, but… Historia immediately denied that will.
“Put it away.”
“What?”
“It doesn’t work like black magic.”
Shiati, who was crying, raised her upper body. But apart from her body being honest with her feelings, no rebuttal comes out of her mouth. It is because she is feeling more desperately for Shiati herself than anyone else.
He broke two fingers against the gangster. He didn't get any results. It only took a little, very, very little time. Maximilian returned to normal.
No, if only she dragged the time with her fingers… It was an achievement full of minutes.
Shiati treats her own life as a waste if she can kill the enemy. so far it has been
But, if you give your life and you can't achieve anything. If you touch the taboo and you can't do anything.
“Even if it works, you can’t achieve anything with two fingers. A gun that has dropped its bullets is just a lump of iron. A warlock who lacks sacrifices is more powerless than ordinary people.”
Shiati protested.
“… So, instead of clenching your fingers at me, you want me to just suck your fingers and stay? Don't be ridiculous! Then who will even break their arms for them?!”
“I’ll do it.”
“under?”
“I’m telling you I’m going to break you. Unlike you, regardless of xanthan.”
Historia turned around without any regrets. Her Historia's face, her body, turned to her princess, leaving her Shiati alone.
The princess, who was suddenly drawn into the story, rolled her eyes. In front of her, the sixth general, the pride of her military, approached with a sad look.
“Princess. I will formally ask you Instead of Shiati, I'll be your gun.”
“yes?”
Shiati opened her eyes, anticipating what Historia would say next. Historia, now she was trying to take away her reason to fight.
“I will fully cooperate with you and them. I will do my best to make what you want. Even if it is against the military.”
That's an outrageous proposal. One of the military's strongest forces, equivalent to that of a general, was telling the princess that he would cooperate perfectly. The princess swallowed her saliva and asked.
“Of course, there must be requirements. What do you want?”
Historia nodded and said cruelly assertiveness.
“Get Shiati out of the fight instead.”
“History!”
Ignoring Shiati's cry, Historia continued the story at will.
“I said Siati is your friend, Princess. Then it's your chance to protect your friends and expand your power. If you can count on me, I won't refuse.”
“Don’t be presumptuous! Who are you, don’t fall for me!”
“I am the military commander-in-chief, Major-General of Historia. The youngest general, the one who reached the point. A musketeer who freely handles the gun. He is nothing compared to a black magician with only two xanthan bullets.”
Historia calmly recited her qualifications.
“I also have knowledge of the Command. I don't know who the informant you will be contacting is… You probably don't know the structure of the command better than I do.”
So, my strength would be more helpful than you alone. Historia is a clear fact, but she sharply pointed out the uncomfortable truth that was hard to get out of her mouth.
The reason Shiati was hesitating for a while now was because she couldn't deny it.
'If Historia becomes an ally, surely… .'
For a brief moment, the desire to immerse oneself in a peaceful escape arises. If her existence, much stronger than her helpless, helps… . She's not hard on her either, so maybe it's more efficient.
The moment my heart was about to weaken, the repulsion raised my head.
If Tyr had made the same suggestion, Shiati would have followed it with delight.
But the opponent was Historia. She once had the same time she had with Shiati and she has sympathy for her and is trying to save her.
“You and me, you are the strength to the subject that you are tied to!”
Historia did not respond with words. She showed it in action.
“The condition for becoming a military general is to have mastered the persimmon qigong.”
Whoops, whoops.
A horrifying sound began to come from Historia's whole body.
From bones to joints. Muscles contract and tendons are pulled. His waist was bent as if someone invisible was pulling his shoulders roughly, and his shirt, which could not keep up with the transformation of his body, swelled as if torn.
But there is no one behind her. All these movements are her own.
Historia continued to speak calmly while twisting her body. As if it wasn't her fault at all.
“Only by mastering the technique of cold will you be qualified to become a general. If you can infuse qigong into your bones and muscles, your chances of survival are greatly increased. The general is the one who leads the legion, and even if the sword breaks through the body and the rocks crush it, they will survive and take responsibility for them until the end.”
Historia's arms are further broken, and the bones are out of position for a moment. fight. Unbearable buttons were torn. It is a change so drastic that the sturdy clothing packet is broken.
Unlike Historia's body, which moved flexibly, the knot did not have enough flexibility.
“Ugh.”
Historia exhaled a long breath, returning her shoulders to the original position. Cheonjamsa, whose object to be tied to her has disappeared, hangs under her arms. Historia, who did not untie her knot, but threw it away altogether, found a place to put her on, and removed her silk thread that had been curled up toward her chest.
“so that. Black magic… Not very effective for generals. All you need to do is get some injuries and control your behavior.”
Historia wanted the Cheonjamsa and threw it at the owner. She clicked her tongue as if she knew that the returner who caught the flying cheonjamsa would do so.
“… Well, I expected it, but it turned out to be easier than I thought. It's pretty tight.”
The princess muttered as she looked at Historia, who had released her restraint alone.
“It was unraveling… .”
“Of course. Straitjackets and ropes don't mean anything to a strong six-star. It takes time to unravel it when it’s around Cheonjamsa, and in the meantime, I can respond, so I tied it up.”
“I guess that’s what you like… .”
“uh? taste?”
“That's fortunate… . I don't have that kind of potential… . No, maybe it's time to unwind… .”
“what? What are you talking about?”
Recognizing where the princess was looking, Historia opened her shirt buttons with a slightly red face. In any case, Historia, who had freed herself and became a free body, suggested again.
“Princess. What is the answer to my request?”
The princess adjusted her attitude again and answered.
“Uh, um. sergeant. Thanks for the suggestion.”
“but?”
Historia glared at the princess with a daunting gaze at the faint sign of rejection. The princess swallowed her saliva with terrifying force, but the energy of Historia, though overpowering her princess, did not threaten her.
“Like you said, I'm Shiati's friend. I am not in a position to give orders unilaterally.”
“then? You don't care if Shiati dies?”
“No, no. I didn't say that!”
The princess hurriedly shook her head and responded quickly.
“Dae, instead, if you want to help Shiati! Instead of cooperating with me, why not stay by Shiati's side and protect Shiati? I, myself, have the ability to not be attacked… !”
“In the end, it means I don’t like it. It doesn't matter if Shiati dies or if the hand disappears altogether.”
“Hey, I don’t mean that! Just, I… . There are things that are more important to Shiati than life, so I thought that would be better !”
“Okay. After all, Shiati is a word that you can use as you please. In case someone is not a princess, what they do is the same as the kingdom.”
The princess shut her mouth. She really wouldn't have been on the front lines if she had thought so, but she lacked the will to deny her that she had just lost her selfie.
“I do not need! Even if I die, I won't get any help from someone like you!”
Instead, Shiati exclaimed.
“You don’t see us as human beings until the very end! Because I'm weak, because I'm insignificant. I'm sure you can't do anything! It was no one else who abandoned Hameln's children. Like you, a guy like you who considered us unnecessary! It's like killing everyone!”
“Speak out loud. No matter what you say, I will save you as I please.”
“Like falling into the River Hameln? under! You're so good, you only got the body out of the water? What did you save there?”
Shiati laughed out loud, digging through the old wounds. It was spiritual black magic. Painful to each other, but more deadly to Historia than the more worn-out Shiati.
“… okay.”
Historia was in pain for a moment, but it didn't show up outside of her face. Instead, she quietly turned her head away.
“Like back then.”
I took a deep breath from that conversation because I was behind the wheel.
Neither of them are very sociable, but their story is utterly idle. I want to say that because there is sediment, but if the two of you set up days with each other, I get tired of being still.
“now. everyone calm down Anyway, it was a good story for the nation… .”
It was a time when I was trying to blur the atmosphere like that. Historia quickly turned her head.
“So are you, Huey.”
“uh? me?”
“I’m addicted to fighting. Take Shiati. Then I will fight for you.”
Historia was unstoppable. After Shiati, I said that with the intention of protecting myself. I scratched my chin at the unexpected suggestion.
“Oh, over there. Leah. I am very grateful.”
There seems to be a major misunderstanding of something. Can't you see I'm driving now? I'm not a fighter in the first place.
“Can’t I even listen to you?”
“… Do you want to die as you please, like Shiati?”
“no? I don't think so. First of all, I am not a fighter in the first place. From the start, he didn’t even go to a dangerous place.”
'… I don't think so. They pretend to be savvy, but they go all out on dangerous things.'
Historia looked at me suspiciously, but there was nothing I could say. Actually, I just got involved.
“And you don't have to worry too much. look.”
I raised my finger and pointed to the sky. After the day's work, Taeyang was slowly getting ready to fall asleep. The oblique light gradually weakened, and darkness filled the void.
“The day is going down.”
It is worthwhile to force a car and arrive on time. Now the time is night. It is a time when dangers often come.
But we have the Noble of the Night on our side. Tonight will be a dangerous time only for the military.