Lieutenant Colonel Callis is a military officer.
She was proud of that.
After showing off her prominence from the secondary military school, she entered the high school as a matter of course, and after achieving excellent grades, she became an honorary officer in the military.
Upon graduating from the military academy, you will be granted 3rd level citizenship. Carlys shed tears for the first time in heartbreaking sorrow as she engraved her 3rd level citizenship into the biometric terminal.
There are many privileges that 3rd-level citizens have, but the most impressive of them is the acquisition of the right to inheritance.
From level 3 citizens, you can inherit property.
As an officer, Khalis was the first to go to the Veterans’ Office and inherited his father’s legacy before it was incinerated.
A house with a yard, an old but luxurious carriage, a gilded sword and special armour.
If Khalis had not obtained it, it would have been returned to the treasury as it was. Memories of childhood that must have been dug under the shovels of engineers.
Callis was proud to have had it all in his hands. The memories that might have been buried under the concrete were protected with her hands and her abilities.
‘I can’t stop there.’
If you have worked hard to get here, of course you should aim for it.
Level 4 can use all facilities in the military without restrictions. You can even own land, have private servants, and temporarily grant your spouse 3 levels of citizenship upon marriage.
Above all, level 3 only has the right to inherit unilaterally… You can inherit property from 4th level.
The inheritance from her father, and all the wealth she will build on it, can be passed on to the next generation without loss.
leave behind
Level 4 alone was worth the challenge.
However, to become level 4, talent alone is not enough. You can barely reach level 4 only if you have the right chance, enough luck, and the ability to grab it.
Even her father, who was a great officer… Thanks to the right place to die, I got a 2nd rank special promotion, and thanks to that, I got to 4th level.
If his father hadn’t been close to the headquarters in crisis, if his death had lacked a bit of grandeur, Kalis would not have received an inheritance regardless of his level.
‘Fortunately, I also got a chance.’
‘They’ approached her, who just became an officer. Ambitious but lacking the courage to plunge herself into danger, she took their hand to throw her into hell.
Although she was put into an unreasonable incident, Lieutenant Colonel Callis made good use of her abilities to the fullest. He also received a medal at the New Year’s speech.
After a few more repetitions, she attained the rank of lieutenant colonel at a relatively young age.
After that, a new mission entrusted to them.
Breaking into the abyss of Tantalus and grasping the situation inside.
Exactly.
‘When securing the King of Dogs, to find out what will hinder it.’
Tantalus was a magical place he was never supposed to enter, but… . A recent jailbreak has significantly reduced the risk. He even said that the worker who was sent down first, a reconnaissance junkie called ‘Litmus’ in the military, is still alive.
Although it was an order to be followed anyway, the calculation that Lieutenant Colonel Callis readily accepted was also based on such a calculation. If they successfully carry out their work here, even ‘they’ will not be able to abandon themselves.
Seeing this as an opportunity, Khalis volunteered as a supply officer, pretending to be a mistake and falling to Tantalus.
But plans always go wrong.
As if it was decided that it would happen.
Immediately after the officer’s departure, I took time out every day to play with my brother. I put the heavy disk between my fingers and sighed.
“ah. In the old days, you could just play around. I can’t take a break now because there is a competitor.”
The favorable feelings accumulated over the past three months are still there, but when a puppy with a light tail sees a human, it will run at them and be able to take their eyes off them.
threw the discus Agi ran
He jumps up and bites one, sprints against the wall to grab one, and at the same time stretches the body he had left over. Aji’s body bounced off the air. It was like stepping on the air and changing direction.
Aji, who succeeded in biting the other disk like that, landed on the ground and her eyes lit up with joy.
“Dog doggy doggy doggy doggy!”
“Three discs, success!”
“Oh my gosh!”
Difficult challenges, repeated attempts, and exhilarating successes give tremendous rewards. Aji poked several times in her seat, enjoying herself.
As I pulled the disc from my mouth, Aji exclaimed with twinkling eyes.
“bruise! Competition, good!”
“What kind of competition is this? The only competition you know is a competition for food.”
I know that if you follow difficult words, it makes sense to people. It’s a human word if you know what it means.
When I snorted, Aji said with a bright smile.
“Exclusivity, no! Be lazy! As you!”
“… monopoly? Where did you learn those words?”
“Woof woof! zero! more!”
“This is a disk… . By the way, what do you do now if you’ve made it to 3 discs? Hmm.”
Scratching my chin and thinking about it, I snapped my finger at a sudden thought.
Uh, wait. Is it that angle? Is it finally time to try it?
“Hey, Aji. Do you have any thoughts on the 4th disc?”
“bruise? I like! Still can’t!”
It’s good if you throw it. ‘Cause I’m just playing But that doesn’t mean the angle doesn’t come out anyway.
It can be said that this is an objective self-evaluation, as it is not possible for a child to step on the air. It’s because you can’t change direction in the air with nowhere to go.
“But what if I could be a stepping stone?”
“bruise?”
“okay. One by running, one by stepping on me, one by the wall garage, and one by the last spare. This is how you do it!”
“bruise! I like! you?”
“Try it once, okay?”
Until now, Aji had only read my movements, but from the 4th disc, we have to work together. After carefully examining my location, when I am ready, I can only reach it by stepping on it and jumping up.
Now, where.
I got down on one knee and placed my arm firmly on the other knee. In order not to shake the body even if the child steps on it.
“Throw one. We are aiming for the nearest one.”
“bruise!”
“Come on, let’s start!”
swish, swish, swish, swish.
I threw four discs in a row at short intervals. from near to far away. After that, when he saw Aji running, he fixed his body firmly.
… But wait a minute. Aji is the king of dogs, but now he has a human form. Then the weight is approximate.
what.
“Wait, ride… .”
Right before I finished speaking, Aji jumped at me and jumped.
A shock similar to being hit by a wagon struck me.
Tyr saw me tumbling over the concrete and was bruised as soon as he saw me.
“So you should have taken care of yourself!”
“it’s okay. Are you all right?”
I showed my arms and legs. The wounds I had when I was swept by the concrete were completely gone.
One of the powers of the king of beasts, lick to heal. The king of the beasts, an idea being, had the ability to heal by licking, and Aji took full advantage of that power on me.
Tyr sighed as he saw the wounds healed.
“… I don’t like it, but I’m glad there is a king of the beasts. By licking… . The wound may heal.”
“Why don’t you like it?”
“How can you say that I am close to the dog king? It used to be my nemesis.”
“Aji is the king of this generation of dogs. Compared to when we were in the middle of a fight, there would be a few dozen differences.”
“Even so, the essence is not the same. Where does the shyness go? and.”
tuk. Tyr poked my shoulder with two fingers. A gloomy gaze turned to me with dissatisfaction.
“How many tens? That’s funny. It was only a few hundred years ago.”
“I don’t know why a few hundred is called ‘only’, but is it really true? The king of dogs is short-lived.”
“Do you not wear a human body and grow old like a human? If that’s the case, then how can the king of a good dog live so short when he sells like that?”
“You fight the king of wolves on a fictitious day.”
“The king of wolves?”
“Oh, you don’t know the story? It’s a story that often appears in children’s books.”
Then Tyr forgot his worries for a moment and looked at me with great anticipation. The blood-red eyes shone brightly.
For the story-hungry Sijo, I recite the fairy tale that I have in my memory.
The king of dogs and the king of wolves.
The two were originally friendly beast brothers. The two herd-loving beasts would work together to drive their prey, then bite the nape of the neck and kill it.
It was mainly small, nimble dogs who drove their prey, and it was the sharp-toothed wolf who killed their prey. Smart, quick-witted, and well-matched, the two spent their idyllic hunting days helping each other.
Then one day, a shepherd came to the place where they were living. Driving a flock of sheep like a cloud.
The shepherd was looking for grass to feed the sheep. The shepherd, who was looking around, found the dog that had just come out of scouting and talked to him.
‘There, little wolf. Will you lead me to a land full of grass? Then I’ll give you something delicious.’
Wild grass was of no value to a dog. The dog led the shepherd to a hillside full of wild grass. The shepherd rejoiced when he saw the vast hillside full of green grass.
‘You are such a good wolf! Thank you! Come on, I’ll give you some meaty bones here!’
A dog who got delicious bones just by pointing out the grass that he couldn’t even eat. The excited dog bit the bone and ran straight to the wolf to inform him of this.
It is said that a human herding sheep gives such delicious meat. He boasted of what he had earned and shared the booty.
When the wolf heard the story, he got excited and ran, and put his teeth in the neck of the lamb that was grazing in the outermost part. If the furious shepherd hadn’t hit the wolf with his staff, it wouldn’t have ended.
The wolf, who was hit in the back, put the droopy sheep in its mouth and fled.
The hunt was successful, but neither the dog nor the wolf were satisfied. One lamb is too small for two to eat.
The dog longed for meaty bones, and the wolf feared the heavy wooden staff.
The wolf hoped the dog would help him on his next hunt. While hunting the largest of the sheep, he ordered the dog to draw the attention of the shepherd.
Then, saying that the wound had to heal, he swallowed one of the lambs he had caught.
The dog had only obtained a single bone with no trace of meat.
next day. As planned, the two split up and approached the flock. It was when the King of Dogs, who should have attracted attention first, appeared in front of the Shepherd.
The shepherd, who found the dog in front of him, stood up with a hard wooden cane. But instead of swinging it, he waved his hand out loud.
‘Good Illya. Please tell me where the big guy who bit my sheep last time is. Then I’ll give you a bone full of meat.’
What the shepherd gives is a bone full of meat. What the wolf gives you is boneless bones.
After pondering for a moment, the dog accepted the shepherd’s offer. The dog led the shepherd towards the wolf, and the hiding wolf was beaten and driven from the pasture.
From that day on, the dog got to live with the man, and the wolf began to cry when the full moon came up, remembering the pain and betrayal of that day… .
“… Don’t you know the story that the dog king and the wolf king were fighting each other because of that? The king of wolves must have been there back then.”
Upon hearing my story, Tyr had an interesting expression on his face. Tyr, who got out of the story after getting drunk on the story, raised his gaze slightly and recalled the old memories.
“A wolf… . iced coffee. That’s right. I forgot. The one that ran towards the wild dog.”
“It’s worth it. For vampires, the king of dogs or the king of wolves would have been the same. A dog, a friend of man, or a wolf that sniffs blood and rushes.”
“Anyway, it’s an interesting story. I heard it for the first time today.”
“This is a story from a fairy tale.”
“Because I had no one to tell me such a fairy tale… . not now but.”
Tyr snapped his fingers. A shadow rose up next to me, creating the shape of an old-fashioned chair. Tyr sat there and looked up at me worriedly.
“Anyway, don’t get hurt. When you get hurt, who will tell me a story and make my heart race?”
“What do you do with a little bit of blood? I think I gave Tyr what I spilled.”
“Sounds useless.”
A small hand slapped his right arm. It didn’t hurt at all.
After that, Tyr grabbed my right arm with that hand and whispered to me with a longing that would never happen again.
“Your blood has no taste. So keep it in your body. Don’t spill a single drop.”
I had to reassure Tyr over and over again, saying that I knew.