As with any country that has reflected on numerous failures, the military respects the judgment of the field commander. There are often signal soldiers, but they do not interfere with the command, they provide information and give strategic objectives.
There are clues that can only be obtained in the field. No matter how quickly the signalman judges, he cannot overcome his intuition.
In that sense, Captain Toruk was a good commander. The moment Eymeder was destroyed by Butterfly, Returner, and Tyr's pincer, the judgment was over.
“I will accept your offer. But we also need trust in you.”
It was a similar declaration of surrender, although it would never be acknowledged by the other side. I didn't point that out for a smooth negotiation.
“You want a hostage? But we're not fools, so we can't send you hostages, but instead, we promise to cooperate with all our might.”
“What?”
“Until we save everyone here, we will pause our advance and focus on our rescue operations.”
'Stop attacking? If that's the case, it's no wonder that you're tying their feet up as a result. Will they really accept this?'
maybe it will Regressors have a negative stance on killing all the laborers, and Historia's purpose is not to destroy the smelter, but to avoid battle.
Tyr, well, it's just hanging out.
At the same time, the returner who successfully destroyed Eymeder was approaching. Without hesitation, she patted my shoulder and said.
“What kind of story are you talking about?”
“It’s a negotiation. Anyway, this is a military facility, and even one hand is precious to save the laborers.”
“What? You activated the annihilation device!”
“I didn’t mean to kill them, did I? It was just a way for us to be safe. look at this. If I hadn't activated the device, would they have pretended to listen to us?”
The Returner saw Captain Toruk and the forces they were leading. It wasn't a huge number. As a good commander, he had already split up his forces and scattered them throughout the smelter the moment he sensed that things were going wrong. In any case, after the battle is over, he has to go straight to repairing the damage.
'… table? No, it's a little more dramatic than a bookkeeper… It seems like a scammer.'
I said quietly.
“In the face of a sudden disaster, we join forces with the enemy to save people. It's a beautiful and human ending. Shall we do our best for a happy ending?”
“Hey, in the end, you’re helping the military.”
“no. It's a little different. Shay, in order to save the laborers, you have to destroy the mechanism that kills them? As Shay wished.”
The returner realized what I meant and made a stupid sound.
“uh?”
“yes! This is your chance to destroy the smelter's facilities to your heart's content. Even receiving meticulous guidance from the military!”
In a word, it means that the act of destruction without casualties desired by the returnee is tolerated. If the facilities of the smelter are destroyed one by one, the laborers will remain, but they will not be able to operate the smelter immediately.
Things fit perfectly.
Unlike cogs, humans are so different that they can never fit together. Since everyone has different ideas, goals, and abilities, it is inevitable that they will diverge somewhere.
However, this situation, which I have orchestrated, is suitable for all humans. The regressor felt a semi-trembling feeling.
'Hughes. To what extent are you predicting… ?'
what. It's not a prediction.
‘I realized it was a trap and overtook us. He also made plans to destroy the prepared traps and completely destroy the smelter. Meanwhile… As I wished, unnecessary sacrifices were avoided, and as the musketeers wished, battles with the military were eliminated. This… . Even a prophet can't do it… .'
Accurately pinpointing the intentions of the military, predicting their actions, and making a plan to support each plan with certainty… how good would it be It is a talent that can be compared with famous writers in history.
But in reality, I read the thoughts of Yeong-gwe, who devised all these plans, and removed them one by one as if solving the problems.
I'm not a genius, I'm a scammer who came to see the answer sheet beforehand. unfortunately it is
'… Maybe, really.'
The returner's thoughts stopped there. Because I realized that one hour was urgent. From now on, the time of hesitation will soon lead to someone's death.
Picking up the Jizan that had fallen to the ground, the returner left a small message to me.
“Anyway, it helped. thank you.”
The returner strode towards Captain Toruk and his men. As her returner approached, her troops moved around her, tensed up. The returner answered, wielding her sword in her annoyance.
“Don’t do useless things, take the lead! You don't have time!”
Seeing the returner's confident attitude, one officer grumbled as if he was dissatisfied.
“damn. When something like this is around, we are hostages.”
“Hurry up before you treat me like a real hostage!”
While the returner led them along, I secretly called Tyr back. Tyr saw my hand gestures and approached me slowly.
[Thanks for avoiding tan skin. If it wasn't for your base, I'd have seen the charred bones. Isn't it a pretty sensuous gift?]
bluffing. While I was quite surprised by the artificial lighting of the military that pushed the sheep.
Although it lacked in many ways compared to sunlight, it surpassed the sun in terms of the density of light. If it had received the light head-on, even Tyr would have been incapacitated for a while.
A vampire in the light is a human drowning in analogy. Every time I move, I get a lot of pressure and I don't have any energy.
Well, I guess I could have escaped somehow. You can resist the light with darkness, and you can break through the wall if you only move 30m to one side. But by then we'd all be dead.
what. Actually, I was more protective of myself than Tyr.
I got embarrassed and scratched my head.
“What. Oh, when it's all used up, will you give me back the cloth?”
At my fair request for return, Tyr, who was still wearing my Diamond Queen on his shoulder, sighed and opened his collar.
[…] Wasn't it a gift?]
“You didn’t say you were going to give it to me, did you? It's expensive. Please return it.”
[There is no such thing as romance. How could a man who became a man take the handkerchief he had once given him?]
“When are you talking about the enemy? These days, a lot of people ask me to give the gift they gave me when we break up.”
[Say it!]
“I don’t think the last days will happen because of the demand to return my belongings.”
Tyr is very gentle, so when I asked for it to be persistent, he reluctantly handed over the Queen of Cloths he was wearing. How much is this and I can't just give it to you. I changed the Queen of Thousands back to her card and put it in her arms.
But Tyr also had a back end. He continued to grumble in the meantime, probably because he was unhappy.
[I can't understand! What if there is no face!]
“Ahaha. I have something to write about. and Tyr. I have a request.”
[My face is not thick, so even if I stab it with a needle, it won't come out. These days, is it the attitude of the one who asks you to take what you once gave without knowing it?]
I hate giving and taking away because it looks so petty. But in the first place, the Queen of Thousands is also a valuable tool for me. I can't give you an expensive item that will drop a house if you sell it.
And I keep taking it for granted that I give something.
“Tyr is older than me and has more money. I even made a country! But isn't it too much to try to take away even the few remaining possessions that I have a hard time living as a small citizen? You must eat the flea liver!”
[Do you regret what I give to you? If you show your sincerity first, won't you give me treasure or gold in return?]
“Oh right. In the past, when you said you were giving money or treasures for lectures or massages, didn't you give them anything that was really useful? I trusted and waited for the name of the founder Tirkanjaka, when will I receive it?”
[…] We'll talk about this later, but the matter is urgent, so let's listen to your request.]
Sheesh. That's pretty good. Avoiding adverse answers by taking advantage of the rush. Because he has experience in establishing a country, he speaks better than a regressor from somewhere.
I looked around once, lowered my voice and whispered to Tyr.
“If they spare the laborers, then they will surely be released from prison for a short time. Tyr pretended to help them, when the laborers were freed.”
[at that time?]
“Block your eyes in the dark and sneak out of the smelter. Scattered in all directions, so that the troops of the military that will arrive in the future think anew.”
Tyr, realizing how important my request was, lowered his voice and answered.
[Is that all right? I've heard that all the humans here are heinous sinners. If we send them out into the world, there will be several problems.]
“Are you okay? I don't care if you don't do it to me.”
[Law and Justice. The attitude of not caring even the slightest bit about him is very bad.]
“Are you disappointed?”
Tyr shook his head and smiled softly. Red lips drew arcs. It was a smile that felt a sense of unity, as if seeing an accomplice soaked in the same mud bath.
[Not at all. No, on the contrary, I liked it even more.]
For Tyr, this smelter is not a terrible place to trample on human dignity. It is simply the most advanced method of efficiently consuming humans, which has been common historically.
There is nothing more meaningless than discussing modern morals to a vampire queen who has lived for a thousand years.
[Wait a minute. Then what are you going to do in the meantime?]
“Me? If I worked, it wouldn't help, and if I became a hostage for nothing, I'd be a hindrance to Liana Tyr. I'll be watching over you here.”
[okay. That one looks good.]
“like. Tyr, then, please go free that laborer. Not for justice, but for me.”
Tyr grinned and accepted my words.
[Do not grant your request.]
And Tyr also drove the darkness and left the control room. Dozens of black knights abruptly rose from the shadow of her moving away.
Vampires save people, la… It's common. The race that killed the most humans in the world is the same human being, but the race that saved the most humans is surprisingly human beings who became vampires.
What. Now the preparations are complete. I stretched out and turned around. On one side, Aji was caught in a barbed wire fence and struggled, and a butterfly was checking and killing each of the fallen lights with excitement. Lights with afterglow like shards of glass were to become the footprints of butterflies in the near future.
On the other side, Historia was briefly explaining what had happened to Shiati and the princess.
Shiati is clenching her teeth, and the princess has a question mark on her face, unable to adapt to the sudden change of circumstances.
“yes? Yeah? Wait. Caropald… Betrayal? After activating the trap, Shay Gong cut him… ?”
“I don’t know the story. Is he a real Caropald or someone in disguise? Anyway, it's clear that something's wrong with his life.”
“I can't believe it. He certainly isn't the one to betray us… .”
“Because you’re human, you don’t know how to change.”
The princess shrugged and looked around. Although the lights were broken, it was still quite bright, so the control room was still clearly visible.
“… By the way.”
The princess, who looked around the control room, immediately asked as if puzzled.
“Where is the caropald?”
Historia frowned and turned her head. The place she turned her gaze was the spot where her carapald had just fallen, bleeding.
But no one was there. Not even a trace of dry blood was visible. Historia stretched her arms out, raising her tension with her bunch.
“… Apparently, the Caropald wasn't real.”
“Oh, that’s good! The Caropald didn't betray us either!”
Toward the princess who answered immaturely, Historia looked at her with eyes mixed with contempt.
“It’s unfortunate. Disguised as him means that his identity has already been discovered, and if so, Caropald would have suffered terrible torture, vomited all his information and executed.”
“Yes, yes?”
“But, to deceive the senses of me and that kid. How could that be?”
Oh, that. It was a terrific performance.
Sikhlund's acting is nothing mysterious. He is a real performer, and he has honed his craft for one man to show to another. In the realm of pure technology, both the Returner and Historia were deceived.
Among them, the greatest ability is Gam Qigong, which breathes Qigong into the body. His qigong, which barely reached the edge of reason, can manipulate the body's reaction as desired, and he can also transform into another being.
“what?”
breakage.
The butterfly, who was looking for pleasure by breaking the light, felt a strange reaction and raised its front paw. She must have been lighting something wrong, and as soon as the butterfly lifted her front paw, there was a loud explosion.
“Nyahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahak!”
Sparkling lights exploded and shimmered dust. Historia reacted momentarily, and exploded the wind with a qigong to offset it, and Aji and Butterfly were startled and barked in all directions.
Historia's voice resounded in the chaos that erupted in an instant.
“Everyone unite! Do not scatter!”
Historia stopped talking. Suddenly, someone walked out in front of her. A tall female general, with her languid eyes and braided hair, was staring at her with her eyes wide open.
A person who looked exactly like Historia, no, it seemed to be Historia itself. Shiati and the princess, who had known each other for a while, were astonished to see the two look alike like a mirror.
“The general… two?!”
When Historia found a person just like her, she did not waste time in astonishment. With very short intervals, they moved simultaneously. One Historia stretched out her long legs. 'Historia' flows softly, wrapping her knees and elbows around her, lifting her legs to break. Her kick takes a sharp turn in mid-air, and her arms and legs move in a jumbled way against it.
Kwagwang. Historia's qigong and explosive mirror exploded, and the two new models were thrown away. 'Historia' exclaimed, hastily stretched out her hand to me.
“day off! Dangerous! Breathe behind me… !”
“I can’t breathe. You are fake.”
Leaving the princess alone, I inadvertently ran away to Historia. I moved away, and the hand that had been reached out in vain was clenched and stretched a few times.
Again, toward me, who rejected myself and ran away, 'Historia''s face was stained with despair.
“Uh, how… .”
It's not hard to do facial expressions. The easiest way to get out of acting is to paradoxically remind yourself that it's all acting.
I realized that 'Historia' wasn't just a guess, but I really figured it out. Historia's expression changed in an instant. Tilt his head out of pure curiosity and wonder, Sieghrund, who had the face of 'History', expressed his doubts.
“Did you know I was fake?”