'Team, Tteng. Ah, it was a pretty good play.'
'Caropald' returned to Sikhlund. In my heart, I wanted to fit in a little more on this stage, but unlike 'Caropald', Sikhlund had a mission.
'If the smelter evaporates… It's a big deal. Operational failure. This, everyone will not stand still.'
This was not his original plan.
In the middle of the control room was a trap. Although improvised, performance is definitely the kind of trap. An impressive lever with a red handle was the trigger for the trap.
Originally, the Returner and Historia had an argument, but eventually activated the trap, and should have fallen into the trap prepared by the military.
But after reading Sieghrund's thoughts, I skipped the trap and activated the real annihilation device.
'Did I have to remove the annihilation device in advance… No, I didn't have time to do that because I was running out of time. Even if it's a trap, it can be improvised, but the annihilation device was designed from the time this smelter was built.'
Sikhlund, who had thought that far, looked at me suspiciously.
'By the way, how did the Piper know that it was an annihilation device? It even has an impressive red handle attached to it, so you can just touch it like a pill.'
While Sikhlund mourned as he got out of immersion, the regressor, realizing my atrocity, shouted urgently.
“You madman! What the hell are you doing?!”
“Can’t you see? I have turned the wheel of fortune!”
“Give it back now!”
“No. It's like dropping an object that was barely hanging on the edge of a cliff, so once it's activated, it doesn't come back if you put it back!”
“Then what will you do?!”
“Why do I have to worry about that?”
The regressor seemed to be in awe of my answer. But I was serious.
“It was the military that made the law, and the military was the one who was sentenced to forced labor if they broke the law. The fact that he built a smelter and that he created an annihilation device was also a military government! All I did was press the button that was right in front of me. But is that entirely my fault?”
“It’s sophistry! Anyway, if you go like this, they will die. And even if they die and delay the military's plans for a moment, that doesn't make it any better!”
“You want to save them? Then you can go and save it. Before this smelter leads them to death, Mr. Shay save them!”
“What?”
[stop.]
Tyr interrupted the returner and left. Tyr sighed and looked at the returner for a moment, then walked towards me with a warm gaze.
[Has not Hugh himself a villain for you? I can't thank you, but rather, I'm rebuking you. Know the shame.]
“How can I thank you for this?!”
[Something that will not be concluded easily anyway. Before I wasted my mind pointlessly, I took off all the sins of the vacation. Shay, what you must do at this point is not to blame Hugh. Thinking about what to do next, and then doing it.]
Tyr, who severely rebuked the regressor, came up to me and comforted me by holding my hand with a cold hand.
[Okay. None of us have disappointed you. don't blame yourself Even if Shay says something to you, it's just a statement of regret, it doesn't mean you're bad.]
“yes? I don't blame myself at all.”
[okay. Let's do something like that.]
Tyr smiled and maintained a position of comfort. I don't mean to do it like that. In the first place, I don't feel any guilt? It's a device made by the military, so why should I feel responsible?
Well, it's not a bad feeling to be comforted by an older person who is only kind to me. It's a bit old, though.
“You didn’t have to take it on.”
Although I achieved the strategic goal suggested by myself, Historia grumbled at me as to whether she was still happy.
“I should have done it. I didn't mean to leave it to anyone else… .”
“You don’t have to thank me. It was just turning the gears.”
“I am a six-year-old. I have the authority to operate military facilities at my own discretion.”
“Who is entrusted with entitlement? Whether I have the authority or not, it is my will that moves my body in the end.”
“Even so.”
Oh, it was a device made by the military, so it would have been a much better picture if it had been operated with the authority given by the military. But even Historia didn't know what the obliteration device was, so it was inevitable.
“By the way, Hugh. How did you find the annihilation device… .”
Historia couldn't finish her words. Because she saw someone pushing her ahead.
“Caropald?”
It wasn't a carapald. Because Sikhlund is already out of the role.
Siekhlund, striding along, at one point stood in front of a lever with a red handle. His expression was odd. He clenched his handle with a multi-dimensional smile, as if regretful and detached.
He sighed heavily and lamented as everyone looked at him puzzledly at the center of the stage.
“I didn’t mean to do this.”
“Wait, Caropald! you what… !”
Immediately after he finished speaking, Sikhlund pulled the red handle vigorously.
The trap was hastily, but that's why it was even more dramatic. She didn't even have time to react. Not because of lack of ability, but because it was impossible.
🤟🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩
On the wall of the control room was a strange object hanging from the wall. The ornaments, which had not been revealed until now because of the lack of lighting, moved all at once when Sikhlund pulled the lever.
Truly the speed of light. There's not even room to resist. The moment we recognized it, the traps that filled the smelter fell on us.
However, as I was reading my thoughts in advance, I reacted one step quickly.
“Tyr! Come here!”
[phew? Why all of a sudden.]
I pulled out Tyr and pulled out a card at the same time.
Diamond Queen. Queen of Thousands. The alchemist was compressed and made, and the original clothing packet was opened. When combined with other cards, it becomes the spirit of magic used by mage officers, but there is no time for that right now.
A wide cloth, like armor or silk, unfolds. The size is unsatisfactory, but it is enough to cover Tyr's body. Shaking his hands, he spread the cloth wide and wrapped it around Tyr's body.
To my surprise, Tyr just stood there watching what I was doing. I'm glad Tyr's personality is relaxed. If he had done the same thing to a regressor, he would have been slashed.
Immediately after the cloth wrapped around Tyr's whole body.
The light flashed.
Thousands of suns flashed. What adorned the walls were searchlights, each with a bright light. Thousands and tens of thousands of searchlights emitting high-power light emitted rays at once.
The light hit the ground directly, bounced off the ground, or overlapped and burned white.
The overwhelming amount of light fills the field of vision. I closed my eyes instinctively, but the burst of light sneered at my thin eyelids and invaded the innermost part of my retina.
“Ugh! light?!”
A trap dug by the military. It was a huge number of searchlights placed in advance in the control room. It was none other than to imprison Tyr.
The sun is bright enough to illuminate the whole country, but from our standpoint on the ground, it is just a small hole in the sky. It's not harmful unless you try it yourself.
In contrast, the searchlights made by the military surrounded us, emitting light from all directions. No matter where you look, your eyes are so dazzling that you can't even open your eyes.
[Now the sun is asleep, how could such a light… !]
“It’s a searchlight! The heated metal glows! A smelter that processes metal is also a factory that makes searchlights!”
An ordeal devised to deal with Tyr during the night when the sun does not rise. If it wasn't for me, it would have been a pretty good hit. Darkness would have been consumed frantically to counter the artificial light.
However, unlike the sun, the artificial light of a searchlight is a practical object that only emits light visible to the human eye. A light less mysterious and less hot than that of the sun did not penetrate my thick hem.
“Tyr, are you okay?”
[It's okay, it's okay. The person being protected doesn't seem too bad either… .]
Tyr leaned his head against the hand holding the hem of my robe. what's not bad bad enough! Don't protect me, protect me!
Sikhlund is moving now!
'For now, let's remove the variable.'
Sikhlund did not miss the moment when everyone lost sight for a moment. He pulled out his hidden dagger, and in an instant he stretched it towards me. Tyr was close, but because the outside was filled with light, Tyr didn't realize the attack.
what about this? Shall we use Tyr as a shield? No, that's a last resort. If the fabric that wrapped Tyr was torn, consuming darkness wouldn't be a joke.
Anyway, that side didn't recover sight either, it just remembered where I was and attacked. then.
“Tyr! Excuse me!”
[…] Feel free to do it.]
“I have nothing to do!”
I threw myself straight away, holding Tyr in my arms. My body and Tyr's bodies slammed against the ground. For a moment, the dizzying pain in my back came, and I was desperately rolling over so that Sikhlund could not pinpoint my location.
It was enough to cut my back on the hard floor, but it was still better than being stabbed with a knife. Sikhlund also missed my movement in the waterfall of light.
hey, lived I'm glad I can read my thoughts even with my eyes closed. Where are you, Tyr? .
[Is this the custom of bossam? . When I heard about it, it was ridiculous and I didn't say anything, but it's a different feeling when I hear it in person… .]
From what I can see, it doesn't look like it's been torn anywhere. Tyr is much better. Because I'm not a vampire who will get hurt by rolling the ground in the first place.
'… Have you figured out what the trap is? And dodge my attacks. It is at a level that cannot be explained by intuition or knowledge.'
Sheesh. Rather, I have to worry about myself. The situation was urgent, so I moved first, which caused Sikhlund's suspicions.
'I'm dubious. This needs to be checked. Even if there is a limit to revealing my defense.'
The regressor and Historia, who had learned the ball, quickly adapted to the light. A qigong master who has reached the stage can also infuse qigong into his eyes. Having adapted to the light that seemed to burn the retina, the two quickly grasped the situation.
“If it’s this light, it’s a trap for consuming darkness. A trap to catch Tirkanzaka! uh? then?”
The regressor, who realized something, immediately pointed to Sieghrund in the form of a 'Caropald'. With a dagger in one hand, he stood in the middle of the light with an alien look as if he was about to stab someone.
Historia quickly grasped the situation. Caropald pulled the lever, and as a result a number of searchlights were turned on in unison.
the conclusion that follows.
“The Caropald activated the trap.”
No doubt about it.
A historia who has a strange attachment to the surviving mates in Hameln, but to a certain extent. Caropald, who was an aspiring mage officer, was the furthest from Historia emotionally.
So it was easy to doubt.
“betrayal? Or, disguise… ?”
“Anyway, you mean the enemy? then!”
Without any hesitation, the returner immediately charged with the cherry blossoms. Compared to Historia's brief hesitation, it was a natural attack that made it doubtful whether it was a relationship that had fought with her sword a while ago.
The transparent sword cut the halo in half and cut Sikhlund large.
“aah!”
Sikhlund staggered backwards, bleeding. His hand, loosed from his strength, dropped his dagger. The returner, who pushed him at once, shouted, aiming at the cherub.
“Stop the trap right now… ! uh? are you dead?”
The returnee was perplexed. It wasn't that he didn't really kill and kill, no matter how weak he was, his body trembled and died.
“What is it, doll? No, the feeling I had before.”
No, that's smoke. The act of pretending to be dead, which Sikhlund has done over and over until now.
The returnee was momentarily taken aback by the realistic acting that perfectly mimics even stopping breathing and disturbing the qigong.
I'd like to let you know that I'm acting like I'm dead, but if I do, Sikhlund's attention will be directed more towards me. For now, let's just keep our mouths shut.
Shiati was the only one who couldn't keep up with the situation here. Her eyes were frowned a lot, but her vision had not yet been restored.
“Ugh… . caropald? Where are you?”
Historia licked her tongue and shouted while holding Shiati.
“Siati, listen carefully! Caropald betrayed us. Because of that, we are now in a trap!”
“History? Why are you all of a sudden separating us?”
“Listen to me! I don't have time to worry about every single detail to make you understand!”
Historia, who shouted sharply, took Shiati straight away and headed for a relatively shady place. Then she shouted out Historia.
“Cutie!”
The returner responded immediately.
“Why not! Don't call me cutie!”
“The trap cannot end with this one. You have to get out of here quickly! Cut the wall! If I destroy it, there is a danger that the whole building will collapse!”
“Cheet… ! If we go out like this, this place will turn into a real hell… !”
“Are you going to kill everyone who believed in you and followed you? Think of your comrades more than the wicked who are imprisoned here!”
The returnee agreed with that statement. She only worries when she can afford it, because she was not the type of person to put a trivial cause ahead in front of the dangers of her colleagues.
Can not help it. Returners are not gods either. As long as there is a limit to your ability, you have to solve what you have accumulated right away.
Like all ordinary people, the regressor was flexible.
“The Thousand Swords… !”
Just before the returner wields his chinensis to cut through the wall.
When she found something, she paused, changed the direction of Chen Aeng, and struck something flying.
visor!
Obviously, the sword was held out into the air, but there was a sound of hitting the steel. That wasn't the end. The returner went straight to the steps and fired dozens of sword strikes in the empty air. Each time she swung her sword, her roaring metallic sound was heard.
All sides are dazzling. Just as it is difficult to find blueberry flowers floating in the blue sea, it was quite difficult to capture the existence of light itself in the dazzling light.
Even the returner would not have been able to find it if it hadn't been for the existence of the Demon Eye. Her seven-hued colors flashed one after another, and her regressor barely caught her presence attacking her right before her eyes.
And the returnee expressed displeasure.
“a… Meder… ! Indeed, here!”
『Control observation completed. Implementation rate 57%. artificial light environment. glass.”
The guardian angel of the military, whose whole body was covered in light, appeared in the pouring light.
At the same time, a loud noise was heard from outside. The troops hidden in the smelter by the military came directly to clear the rats in the trap.