The secret to discovering the true identity of Sikhlund? Needless to say, it is mind-reading. Sieg Hlund, who took the initiative and participated in the operation as a sixth general, was no different to me as an operation staff who stuck close to him and kindly explained the operation.
But there is a problem.
That I cannot reveal his identity without explaining my mind-reading.
Sikhlund's transformation is not a mystery. A combination of transformation techniques that change the structure of the body with qigong, the intelligence of the military, and acting with all of your heart. Although it borrows some means from the mystery, it is an art created purely by human technology.
So neither the returner nor Tyr noticed anything strange about him. I don't know who Caropald is in the first place, though that's the biggest reason.
me too I hadn't met Caropald until a few years ago. If he insists that he is actually a disguise, I will have to listen to him, but in the end that doubt will turn around and come back to me.
But there is no need to risk it yourself, right? You just have to lure
As planned, he took the bait. As soon as Tyr was released, Sieg Hlund took me on the gamble of a lifetime. He was prepared to expose his disguise skills, and transformed into Historia and attacked us.
great. I've been successful so far. Now is the time to expose his bare face.
“How did you know? It's a main event. We are the one who is embarrassed right now. Who are you, with the face and body of Historia?”
To put it bluntly, his appearance was very similar to that of Historia. Even Historia herself couldn't find the difference.
As if protecting me, Historia instinctively searched for the enemy, but felt a strange discomfort.
“It’s not just the face and the body. Combat skills and qigong skills. very similar to mine I wouldn't say there is no difference, but… ”
“It’s indistinguishable from the outside, isn’t it?”
It is quite self-defeating that someone can imitate themselves. Because it means that there is a substitute for itself.
'Historia' smiled as if laughing at herself and said confidently.
“There’s nothing I can’t tell you. But, before that. I'll give you one answer.”
Sikhlund went round and round with Historia's face and body. Sieghlund, who turned lightly with a languid expression, a soft body line, but a modest movement that did not match it, asked me.
“Obviously, my transformation would have been perfect. But how did you separate me?”
“It was pretty similar. But there is an atmosphere that you can feel between me and close friends like Historia, right? I found it… .”
“no. You didn't even flinch for a moment. The reaction gap between the knower and the unknown. Your response certainly crossed the gap in that moment.”
'History' walked slowly. Every step you take is light and there is no shaking. It's like the steps of Historia… Thought it was, it seemed a bit bizarre to me.
“My transformation was perfect. Face, hair, height, skeleton, and even facial expressions and tone of voice. I followed everything one by one. It's different on the inside, but you can't tell from the outside at all. But you did notice.”
“Your confidence is great. If so, let's see if it's different on the inside. We may have set a password or marked it ourselves, right?”
“Even if you left a mark that you could recognize, at least you need time to check it. But your eyes didn't stay anywhere. It's impossible if you don't have something hidden in you.”
Yes, mind-reading. Besides, I decided to separate them right away because I read the actors' minds.
Ordinary people are not conscious of even breathing. You walk as your body goes, not calculating how wide your next stride should be or how you should load your weight. It is not a goal to be pursued, but a result of the natural behavior of the body.
But Sikhlund calculates and reproduces it all. Gestures, footsteps, vocalizations, movement lines, and the surrounding environment. It reproduces all the existing muscles using fine detail. The skill is so close that it makes sense, and ordinary people can't distinguish between acting and reality and have to accept it as the real thing.
But from my point of view, it feels like walking around a script with detailed instructions, openly titled Historia.
The face is Historia. But he is more conscious of his acting than anyone else that he is acting in all of these games, and that his original name is Sieg Hlund. So, I don't see him as Historia.
“Something hidden? Yes, of course.”
But I can't say that I use mind-reading. Even if I'd rather reveal something else.
So how do I explain this… . yes, at times like this.
“It’s love.”
“… ?!”
Let's pretend to be a good word to stick anywhere. In front of him, Historia was looking at him like a madman, but he pretended not to know and said it blatantly.
“Love is not enough, love. If you have enough love, you will see a clear difference. When it comes to my relationship with Leah, you can feel something strange just by looking at the slightest gesture.”
“It’s a lie.”
Caught!
for a moment. How are you sure? You don't even have mind reading. Don't be sure of the truth of my words on the non-hearts subject! I pushed boldly.
“Let’s prove it.”
“Love is an emotion, not a method. There is no 'how' to answer. And above all, you… .”
Blurring the end of his words, Sikhlund captured his emotions again. He sets up a virtual historia in his head and immerses himself in it.
'Hameln's last survivor. Victory and victories were achieved, but it was not a success, but a series of failures. He had no lieutenants, moved alone, and did not create his own family. The mind is still stuck in the past. Enough to give up the position of the sixth general and go to the ghosts of the past… .'
He creates a personality similar to the current Historia and accepts it as his own. She changes her voice, and overlaid it with the subtle gestures and accents of Historia that she has observed so far.
'But he never came to Historia. Even though she must have known that she had become her sixth general. The weight of emotions is different. it's leaning that way If so, what action will Historia take here?'
It's not exactly the same, but it's good enough to look like that. That's Sikhlund's way.
Sikhlund became 'Historia' again.
“lie! You don't take me seriously! Huey, you haven't looked for me in six years!”
Clearly, 'Historia' said it, but Historia, who stood in front of me, sympathized with me desperately and grabbed my heart. Even as he stood silently as if protecting me, he was feeling refreshed because 'History' spoke in his heart.
What if you admit it? it's all revealed
“But love? Stop the bullshit! You never even thought of me!”
“It’s not bullshit. Because when you put love into it, you can clearly see the difference.”
“What is the difference!”
chit. When it comes to fights that show evidence like this, I'm at a disadvantage because I rely on mind-reading for most of my clues. what no excuses
It doesn't matter if it's not true If I can't make the other person think of refuting, my victory. Hmm, what are some of the features you see? .
uh? Wait a minute. If so, could that be the reason?
“The vibration was different.”
“… shake? of what?”
“Here, this.”
I tapped my chest.
Neither Historia nor 'Historia' could understand my answer at once, and tilted their head.
I don't know. Let's call it privacy, and charge it as rude if you point it out.
“The real Historia was tied up for days. Her upper body and her breasts were squeezed tight as they were tied so tightly that they bound her genitalia. So it feels like her shaking is crushed somewhere. On the other hand, the fake side, that is, it vibrated in a very normal way. The difference was so obvious that I couldn’t tell.”
Is it because my answer was so random? 'Historia', who would have matched me for a while, paused and blurted out his words. He pondered for a moment, then realized the blind spot in his thoughts.
“… Obviously, I didn't take that into account.”
“Absolutely. As I said to my sister and sister, you only see love when you have it.”
“Did love mean that… . It didn't reflect the current state of Historia.”
“Even if it was reflected, would you have been able to pinpoint the subtle difference like a ghost? Only those with that kind of vision can do it.”
“Shut up, both of you!”
Historia immediately turned around and kicked my leg. She felt a shock as if a gunshot was digging into my leg, and a heavy rope grabbed me. I swung my arms upwards and collapsed unsightly.
Historia stood with one arm covering her chest, looking down at me with a face mixed with shame and contempt.
“I was not paying attention on purpose because I was sensitive to the subject of perverted children and prisoners… !”
But my lies deceived my allies before my enemies. ego The flow is interrupted. If I went like this, I might have been able to deceive you all the time.
“… It seemed plausible. But it is a well-made lie.”
Just as if you put your hand in hot water and then put it in lukewarm water, you feel cold, so emotions are also relative. Thanks to Historia on our side, who was more embarrassed than necessary, on the contrary, 'Historia' regained her composure.
“Historia corrected her body to the limit with a cold gong to withstand the aftermath of Qigong. It wouldn't hurt to be tied up for just a few days.”
“I figured it out. In fact, it was hard to tell them apart.”
“Still, it was a weakness. I was recently taken prisoner and kept tied up… Because I haven't come across such information yet. More than that, he stayed still while tied up.”
“You, too, couldn’t deny the possibility I was talking about, didn’t you? Me and Leah have been with me the past few days. In the meantime, they might have made a mark that they could recognize each other. Not a code or a mark, something that only the two of us can recognize.”
“Of course, I cannot deny that possibility. But that is very unlikely.”
“Why? You don't know what happened during the days Leah was captured by us, right?”
Despite my sharp point, 'Historia' did not get involved and answered again and again.
“If you share something secret between you, there’s no way Historia would react so defensively.”
This isn't going to be easy. I continued my argument.
“It is only a possibility. It cannot be justified.”
“As you claimed.”
Sheesh. Even if it rots, is it the Yuk General who is the head of public security in the military? I'm not as easily deceived as other people. Is there any other explanation… .
“day off! How long are you two going to just talk? I don't have time to talk to each other!”
Meanwhile, Historia unintentionally overheard the backstory and forcibly interrupted the conversation.
“I’m going to deal with me, no, that, so you should avoid this place for now.”
“Is it okay if I don’t help?”
“I am confident in 1:1. I can't stand it anyway And hey, you're powerless. Even if you are there, it won't help much in battle… .”
“You’re wrong, Historia. You're so naive that you can't just entrust the espionage.”
'Historia' intercepted Historia's words.
“I asked. how did you recognize me He couldn't answer the right reason. Of course. Probably not.”
“What does that matter?”
“Confidence given for no reason. Destiny to always win in gambling. Mystery.”
'Historia' with a strange smile spread out her fingers like a teacher teaching a child and began to explain in a caring way.
“Look into the future. Or read the past. To follow human destiny or the chain of causality. Seeing and hearing beyond a thousand li. or to draw miracles out of faith and faith. The power that does not come from humans and that is miraculously dripping out of the ark, we call it a mystery.”
“… I know.”
“If you know, why don’t you doubt it?”
'Historia' backed away a little while groaning. He folded his fingers one by one, half-buried his body in the darkness of the control room.
“I played the flute in Hameln. Thousands of children died, and those who watched the scene began to distrust the military. I fell into Tantalus while I was secretly in the capital. Together with the monsters that slept there, they rose up to overthrow the army. And now, we are almost on the verge of success.”
“That’s not what Huey did. He just got involved… .”
“You really think so?”
'Historia' covered her face with her hands. When she swiped down from her forehead to her chin, what must have been Historia's face changed in an instant.
The cheekbones protrude, and the muscles change shape. His skin shrugged, revealing a weak complexion that had not seen the sun for a long time. Historia's expression disappeared. Instead, the bluff that seemed to make up for the lack of ability compared to the high self-esteem filled the void.
“Caropald… After all, you were in disguise.”
It was the face of Caropald.
'Caropald' murmured gloomily and inserted a packet of clothes into the biometric terminal.
“Ego. Suppose he has a mystery. Then everything will be explained. The Piper knew from the start that I wasn't a Caropald. No, I also noticed that there are traps in this smelter.”
At the same time, the body of a strong and healthy woman gradually changed to that of a weak man. Her bloated shirt gradually subsides, and her powerfully soaring shoulders shrug. Packets of her garments move, changing what used to be Historia's shirt into that of a labor chieftain.
It's not like the skeleton or body has completely changed. In any case, it was just designed to look that way.
When qigong reaches the level of inflating qigong into the body, it can freely compress or expand muscles and bones, flesh and intestines.
“It is impossible for an ordinary gifted person with no power to do such a thing. He has a mystery. Omniscient, or some mystery close to foresight.”
The appearance of Sikhlund, who went through a process close to transformation, was… It belonged to the immortal Caropald.
Of course, to me, Sikhlund's true face still haunted me.
“That is my conclusion. How about you, the piper?”
Magician never reveals his tricks.