Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint 262

half the success

I made Sikhlund reveal his identity and abilities. Convinced that there was some mystery to me, he decided that hiding his identity was meaningless and revealed his identity in front of us.

The problem is, he was thinking the same thing.

'Mysteries become easier to deal with just by exposing them. Years, abilities, weaknesses, limitations. Once you understand that, you can come up with any countermeasures. Like the progenitor Tirkanjaka.'

Mysteries are things that come from outside humans. As such, the mystery has its weaknesses as clear as its strengths. Even Tirkanjaka, the progenitor of such a powerful force, was bound by a trap made of light for a short time.

Blood art is her own ability, but the darkness she deals with is a mystery created by history and karma.

'Since I didn't know about the mysteries hidden in the darkness of the founder, it is natural for the military to lose consecutively. The piped man. I will deconstruct your mystery.'

uhm. However… My mystery doesn't come from outside humans.

I looked around. Tyr and the Returner are not here. While rescuing the dying laborers, you're probably sneaking them out.

The side here is… Even if you tell me that, it won't do much harm.

Well. great. It will be difficult, but this time I will have to do it without the help of the Returner and Tyr.

'Mystery? to Huey?'

Although hesitating for a while, Historia's agitation was short. She was a skilled soldier and did not confuse her goals.

'I've had a lot of magazines since a long time ago. When you ask something, you usually get an answer. Maybe it's just what he said. But what does that matter? Right now, the identity of the being in front of me is more urgent than Huey's identity. Perhaps, the true nature of that… .'

A little thought will give you the answer.

It is an opponent with the face and body of Historia. I don't know what kind of abilities she has, but if she transforms, it won't be perfect.

Competing with Historia for a while in a state of not being perfect? There are only six people in the military with that kind of ability. Among them, unlike other people whose abilities were fully revealed, only one person had many things veiled.

“Siekhlund, Minister of Public Security. are you?”

Sieghrund smiled.

“It's too late to notice, Historia. You should have noticed it from the moment I shared the sum with you. After all, you are a young gem before espionage.”

“I introduced that he is good at crafting and stealing, and he is good at stealth and fighting skills. The stealth side was a lie.”

“In order to deceive the enemy, there is a saying that deceives the allies first, right? The fact that she uses transformation magic is top secret. Because the subject of surveillance shouldn't know that. What I want “

“So now?”

“There is no point in hiding.”

Sikhlund pointed to me beyond Historia.

“Hey, the mystery of seeing the future is right in front of you. What does it mean for me to hide it?”

“Are you trying to tickle me? It's pointless. I'm not incompetent enough to ruin things with unverifiable doubts in my current situation.”

“You will.”

This time Sikhlund pointed over his shoulder. Historia looked at her and widened her eyes.

“But will everyone do that?”

Shiati was there.

Shiati was now more confused than anyone else. Clearly, while he was contemplating more than destroying the smelter, Caropald suddenly betrayed him and activated the trap. Soon after, the world was enveloped in light.

When I returned to my sight, I saw that the carapal had disappeared somewhere, and the military force was coming from the other side. While everyone is doing something, all Shiati can do is keep the princess in a safe place.

However, Shiatira, who could not understand the situation well, realized only one thing when Sikhlund turned into a caropal.

The culprit behind all this is Sikhlund.

“you… !”

Shiati raised a finger. Dark magic wrapped around her fingers.

There was no work or anything. With the intention of inflicting the same pain on his hated foe, Shia Tee grabbed the index finger of his left hand.

That was then. In a short time, Sikhlund spoke with the tone and eyes of 'Caropald'.

“Siati. Black magic is not omnipotent. I hope you don't use black magic… .”

Humans are bound by what they see. Shiati, who knew in her head that the opponent was an enemy, but had not yet learned enough, paused.

It was a brief moment, but it was long enough for Sikhlund. Seeing the direction Sikhlund was running, Historia exclaimed urgently.

“Siati! Get out of the way!”

But the moment he finished speaking, Sikhlund was already close to Shiati.

It was a bizarre feat. A very natural movement, like flowing water, as if you had already matched your opponent. Before Shiati noticed, Sikhlund flew behind her back.

Before Shiati could react, Sikhlund quickly subdued her by breaking her arm. In front of the qigong of Yukjangseong, the steel prosthetic is no different than straw. The bones and steel were held in one hand and creaked together.

“Turn it off… !”

Sikhlund whispered to Shiati, who was struggling.

“Calm down, Shiati.”

“Let it go! with that face… Don't call my name… !”

“You have to calm down to save the carapald's life. Aren't your few friends precious?”

Shiati groaned and tried to say something. She doesn't care about the deaths of her friends. The children who sank in Hameln vowed to cut off their wrists rather than grab each other's ankles.

But it didn't come off easily. She shouldn't even have a friendly conversation with her enemy, but her body stopped just in case.

Because she is truly a normal human being.

“How did I imitate his looks? Your name, his mannerisms, and even his password. How did you find out all that?”

“eww… .”

“Of course, it was the result of arresting him and interrogating him. In other words, I am holding his life.”

With a kick, Sikhlund smiled briefly, patted Shiati, and threw his gaze at Me and Historia.

“Come on, Historia. day off. Even in order to save your precious friend, would you follow my instructions?”

It was clear that Shiati, as well as Caropald, were among the precious friends. Historia clenched it.

“Are you going to do a hostage play? .”

“It is the most efficient way. But as much as we are in a corner, we are not the birds of choice.”

“It is useless. We are nothing more than bridesmaids.”

“But there’s nothing wrong with removing even a bridesmaid. There, you might be able to persuade me.”

It seems to be aimed at Historia. But I know. Now his attention is completely directed towards me.

hey Are you outspoken now? You're really going to rip me off. I can't pretend I'm more incompetent.

because… .

“Siati, Historia. Don't be fooled. You can’t believe that.”

“day off. Think soberly. Maybe now is your chance. Now that we have followed the military chin, now is the chance to be guaranteed safety… !”

“Caropald is already dead. He's taking hostages with corpses.”

Sieghrund smiled broadly. When he untwisted his tangled thread, he was the delightful smile he had seen when he captured the prey he had been pursuing for so long.

In contrast, Shiati's face fell horribly. The contrast with Sikhlund's face behind him stood out even more.

It was as if the total amount of happiness was fixed, and Sikhlund took the share of the two of them.

sorry. But I can't take more time here.

“There is no reason for the military to keep the Resistance alive. The Resistance doesn't lock you up in the labor yard. There is a possibility of instigating the laborers to riot. So the military would have killed him right after the interrogation was over.”

Caropald is dead. After all kinds of torture and interrogation, after obtaining all the information he wanted, he disposed of him, who had become useless.

The timing is relatively recent. According to the date, when the branch came to Tantalus. The headquarters ordered the police to inspect the military facilities, saying they were preparing for war, and in the process, the public security department arrested Caropald. He was 'interrogated' by Sikhlund… .

That was the last appearance of the Caropald in Sikhlund's memory. Caropald is obviously dead.

Shiati shouted, staring at him as if I had killed him.

“It could be alive… !”

“no. dead The facilities for purely 'containing' humans are inefficient. It's the military's way to just kill them if they can't make them work.”

At my presumptuous words, Shiati exclaimed in a rage.

“Hey, why are you so sure of that?! Do you want Caropald to die?”

“I am talking about reality. Even if he's alive, there's no way he'll be fine after being questioned by the police.”

Shiati shut her mouth.

Resistance is a group of people who visit each other with their own stories. I don't sell my co-workers for nothing.

In other words, if Sikhlund interrogated Caropald and obtained a confession, it means that Caropald's condition is not good.

“… yes how do you know that?! How the hell are you so sure!”

“Because! you said He has a mystery!”

Although the hostage play failed, Sikhlund did not care at all. Satisfied with the fact that they caught me with this amount of information, I laughed out loud.

“Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! I know too! Yeah, you can't know! yes? Did the future to be revealed someday whisper the truth to you?”

Now I'm pretty sure Sheesh. no it's not. If I were a real prophet, would I have gotten caught by something like you?

“I am not a prophet, and even if so, I am not obligated to tell you.”

“It doesn’t matter if I don’t tell you. The more you do that, the more disadvantaged you are!”

Oh yeah. There were stories like that.

In a military country with a short history, there is only one department dealing with mysteries. Mystery deconstructors who examine historical documents, analyze them, and deconstruct them. If I had stayed in the military, I might have been commissioned.

Its head was Sieghrund. In a military country vulnerable to mysteries, the only six general who has the power to use and fight against the mystery.

He knew exactly how to deal with prophecy.

Sikhlund spoke to Historia and Shiati instead of me.

“Siati. history. You are pouring your resentment into the wrong place. Why does this country have to bear your wrath? Is there a culprit right in front of you who drove you to this situation?”