Fortunately, the ending of the collaborator's story wasn't of the humorous sort that the hidden collaborator was in fact being caught and exploited. The princess waved her hands and feet, assuring that her collaborator had truly infiltrated the resistance mission, had a strong desire for revenge against the military, and had even seen her face in person.
It's not as dubious, but the destination has been decided anyway.
Alchemy Steel Smelter. A place where steel and human screams are heard at the same time.
we got there
gang-. gang-.
A dry and hot sound resounds. The sound of refining molten alchemy steel into ingots.
The military has a signalman, so our attack would have been known throughout the military. In other places, it was quite an emergency, and the troops were withdrawn or the door was locked, but this alone seemed like a secluded island. It's not that it's quiet, it's that it's irrelevant and indifferent to what's going on outside.
Even when an unregistered wagon arrived at the factory entrance, not even the guards, let alone the workers, showed their faces. it's a little bit sad Only the screams of steel coming from all directions were claiming where this place was.
“… chit. Every time I come here, I feel like an eulsi-nyeon. I'd rather just pass by.”
The returner murmured with a sign of tiredness, and found a shadow moving back and forth in front of the door. The apparently suspicious shadow stood in front of the door and strode towards us when it saw us.
The regressor, who reflexively raised his sword, lowered his sword again at the appearance of an opponent who had no signs of hostility or vigilance.
“Who is coming in front of me? I don't think it's small. Are you an ally of the Resistance?”
The answer was replaced by Shiati.
Shiati made a rare welcome expression. It seems that she is one of the few left who only cares about ruining her military. She approached the man, expressing her gladness even with her impertinent body.
Three steps before they met. To prepare for any contingency, and not to forget the past. Shiati checked the password that had been shared in advance.
“Where are we?”
The man stopped walking in the same way and responded.
“Still, under that river bed.”
“It’s okay, Caropald.”
“You too, Shiati.”
Confident of each other, the two briefly greeted each other shoulder to shoulder. It was only for a brief moment, but in that contact, I could feel the friendship that only those who had died with me.
At least for Shiati, the feeling was very firm.
After a brief greeting, the man called Caropald soon saw the faces of those who followed Shiati.
“resistance… I see a lot of people who aren't. Are you our collaborator?”
“different. We are allies.”
“What? What the hell is going on… . for a moment. are they?”
The man who saw the faces of me and Historia pretended to be surprised.
He was an exemplary man with a neat impression. If it's good, it's decent, if it's bad, it's not special. A man with a hazy impression, whose face would not be visible when he slept today and woke up tomorrow, drew an expression on his face like a blank sheet of paper.
The man, after saying hello as if he had known Shiati from the beginning, rolled his eyes and approached us.
“History? day off? Really, are you? How did you two get here? !”
Amazing things happened one after another.
Contrary to his attitude of being quite happy with the unexpected meeting, Historia showed a terrifying face.
'I barely saved him at the bottom of the river, so I didn't think he would have been hiding in a limb like this. Are you all so eager to die? Why do you keep… .'
Those who could not be saved by Historia are regrets, and those who saved are the achievements she has barely achieved. Therefore, it is inevitably frightening to see them rushing around to turn their achievements into remorse.
Historia contorted her lips and walked past him, avoiding her gaze. Her man clumsily retrieved her outstretched hand and looked at Historia.
“Nothing really has changed. Historia still pretends not to exist, pretends not to see us. She's good, really.”
… As if he knew historia well, he grumbled. I defended her instead of her historia, her nonsense and her left.
“It’s not that you don’t see it, it’s that you’re watching. From Leah’s point of view, the resistance is something to be captured.”
“Even so! What's with that stupid attitude! You don’t have to make sure it’s on the side of the military or ours!”
The man was brave.
'Caropald' down, that's a really appropriate attitude. A childish dichotomy and intolerance that separates opponents. It also stands out for its silliness that leans on the favor of the other person and expects more than that.
He took such an attitude that he looked like a small citizen full of evil, and soon showed a friendly smile towards me.
“By the way, Huey, it’s been a long time. I feel reassured because I think you are there.”
And, like someone who knows me, greets me with a friendly smile. In case I didn't know him, he kindly added a self-introduction.
“Oh, do you remember me? it's me, it's me Caropald!”
'I am a caropald. Hameln's last survivor. And the Resistance, the guide to guide them.'
Of course I remember the Caropald.
He was one of the few children to survive in Hameln. He was an aspiring mage officer, both ambitious and talented, but unfortunately he had a monster named Rancartra as his motive.
Too strong light blinds the eyes. If he had pursued a different method, he might have become an officer, but with his narrow vision, he failed to escape the huge shadow of Rankart.
okay. I knew about him.
However.
“On that day, you disappeared without a word. Cento was disappointed, though Shiati resented him. only i knew that you can't live with the military. I'm sure one day you will be with us too. Just like when we defeated Nicholas together!”
'Get into the role. Stay true to your role And deceive {me}. I am a caropald.'
… A psychopath who believes himself to be a caropald doesn't know.
who are you?
There is no one who strongly perceives himself as who he is but a philosopher whose life has become boring. Even this man did not resemble Caropald at all, not even his face.
He is not a caropald.
But everyone recognizes him as a caropald.
Shiati, who was closest to him, and Historia, who rescued him from the bottom of the river.
“Caropald. This is not the time.”
“What? The princess herself is here… ?! Shiati. what happened.”
“There is a reason for that. Just calm down and listen. Caropald.”
“Do you really look like that? And who are they?”
Cognitive dissonance comes. Shiati, Historia, and the princess who knew him clearly recognized him as a Caropald. Even now, their gazes are over and over on that unique face.
But I know. I can't even get confused.
No one else, a psychopath who claims to be a Caropald… Paradoxically, he was strongly aware that he wasn't a Carapald.
hoo. look at this I changed the cover.
The workmanship is top notch. When an opportunity arises, it starts with a quick introduction to yourself, and naturally describes what you've been through together and makes you recognize yourself as a carapal. It's not a craft in a year or two.
Create intimacy. I used to use it a lot when I cheated.
The other thing is that, at best, I can only imitate him, but he can even 'transform'. Everyone sees, feels, and acts as a caropald, without a single exception.
This… Something close to mystery.
It's a really deceptive ability. If you had given me that ability, it wouldn't have been that hard to cheat. I feel unfair in this area.
I'm happy though. I have mind reading.
If I hadn't figured it out, I would have been drawn to the trap by something that mimics a carapal.
Like a siren in the legend that seduces sailors with a song, like a mimic in a fairy tale that catches travelers with treasure. He must have followed this being who came with the face of a friend.
Now, how do you do it?
“great. decided.”
“yes?”
decided. Taking control of my mind, I followed him like a mirror, reading my mind through mind-reading.
he is a caropald
He is Sikhlund with a carapald covering.
no. Don't read that far. 'Cause it turns out I figured it out
He's not Sikhlund… The shadow of the military and the head of the Ministry of Public Safety.
The darkness necessary for the stars to shine. Substantial but invisible substantia nigra. watchman… It's not Sikhlund, the guild.
I'm glad to have survived Hameln and became the Resistance, bearing fruit after enduring a long infiltration life.
Caropald, who was my friend.
“… I had a rough guess since Shiati was there, but it really was you, Caropald. I see a lot of familiar faces after a long time.”
not happy Because it's someone you don't know. However, I smiled brightly as if I had reunited with my friend after a long time, and I spoke to 'Caropald' as if I could do it.
“I’m sorry, but I will take the honor of destroying the military first.”
what you think of me I'll imitate what you expect me to answer.
When are people most vigilant?
when you are sleeping soundly?
When you are admiring the beautiful scenery?
no.
Just before biting the breath of the prey. It's time to let go of all the tension and indulge in the inevitable sense of accomplishment.
The night of deceived and deceived hunting has begun.