EP.91 Bullying
Lieutenant Colonel Callis is a military officer.
She was proud of that fact.
Standing out from the middle school, she entered the high school as a matter of course, and after achieving excellent grades, she became an honorable officer in the military.
The moment you graduate from the military academy, you are granted level 3 citizenship. Carlisle shed tears for the first time in sorrow as she carved her level 3 citizenship into her biometric terminal.
There are many privileges that a 3rd level citizen has, but the most overwhelming of them is the acquisition of inheritance rights.
You can inherit property from a 3rd level citizen.
Kallis, who became an officer, headed the Veterans Affairs Office first and inherited her father’s legacy before it was burned.
A house with a yard An old but luxurious carriage A sword with gold leaf and special accessories.
Things that would have been returned to the national treasury as they were if Kalis had not obtained them. Memories of childhood that would have been dug up under the sappers’ shovel.
Callis was proud of having it in her hands. Memories that might have been buried under the concrete were preserved with her hands and her skills.
‘I can’t stop there.’
If you’ve come all the way to this place, shouldn’t you be aiming for the top?
At level 4, all facilities in the military can be used without restrictions. You can even own land, you can use a private servant, and when you marry, your spouse is temporarily granted a 3-level citizenship level.
Above all, the 3rd level only has the right to inherit unilaterally… but from the 4th level, you can inherit property.
On top of the inheritance from her father, all the wealth she will build up can be passed on to the next generation without loss.
leave
Level 4 was worth the challenge just for that alone.
However, talent alone is not enough to become a 4th level. Level 4 is something you can barely reach if you have the right opportunity, enough luck, and the skills to grab it.
Even her father, who was a great officer… got a 2nd class special thanks to getting his place right and he’s level 4 thanks to that.
If her father hadn’t been near the command center in peril, if his death had lacked even a little bit of bravery, Khalis wouldn’t have received the legacy, regardless of level.
‘Fortunately, an opportunity came to me as well.’
‘They’ approached her, who had just become an officer. Ambitious, but lacking the courage to put herself in danger, she took them by the hand to plunge her into hell.
Although she was put into an unreasonable case, Lieutenant Colonel Callis made full use of her abilities and made a mark. He was even awarded a medal at the New Year’s speech.
After that happened a few more times, she was promoted to lieutenant colonel at a relatively young age.
After that, a new mission entrusted to ‘they’.
Breaking into the bottomless pit of Tantalus and grasping the situation inside.
exactly.
‘To find out what will hinder it when securing the king of dogs.’
Tantalus was a demonic realm that was never supposed to be entered, but the risk was greatly reduced due to the recent prison break. Even in the army of laborers sent down first, it was said that the reconnaissance petty criminal called ‘Litmus’ was still alive.
It was an order to be followed anyway, but the fact that Lieutenant Colonel Callis readily accepted it was based on such calculations. If they successfully carry out their work here, ‘they’ will not be able to abandon themselves.
Seeing this as an opportunity, Khalis volunteered to become a supply monitor and, pretending to be a mistake, fell to Tantalus.
But plans always go wrong.
As if it was destined to happen that way.
After the officer fell, I took time every day to play with Aji. I sighed as I held the heavy disk between my fingers.
“ah. I used to be able to play around a bit. I can’t rest now because there’s a competitor.”
The affinity accumulated over the past 3 months is still the same, but a dog with a light yo-yo tail will attack a human once it sees it, and once it sees it, it should be able to take its eyes off it.
threw the discus Aji ran.
He jumps up, grabs one, jumps up the wall, snatches it, and at the same time stretches out the body he had left behind. Aji’s body bounced up in the air. It was as if he had stepped on the air and changed direction.
Aji, who succeeded in biting down to the other disc, landed on the ground and glistened with joy.
“Wooghwowwowwowwowwow!”
“Three discs success!”
“Mmmmm!”
Difficult challenges, repeated attempts, and exhilarating success give a tremendous sense of reward. Aji jumped in his seat several times and enjoyed the joy.
As I removed the disk from my mouth, Aji shouted with twinkling eyes.
“bruise! I like competition!”
“What kind of competition is this? The only competition you know of is food competition.”
You know that imitating difficult words makes people talk. A person who knows the meaning and writes it.
When I snorted, Aji smiled brightly and said,
“I hate monopolies! Be lazy! As you!”
“…monopoly? Where did you learn those words?”
“Woof woof! ball! more!”
“This is a discus… By the way, if you’ve done 3 discs, what do you do now? hmm.”
Scratching my chin and pondering, I snapped my fingers at a sudden thought.
Oh wait. Is it that angle? Is it finally time to try it?
“Hey Ajay. Do you have any thoughts on the 4 discs?”
“bruise? I like! Still can’t!”
If you throw it, it’s good. Because you’re playing anyway. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t come out anyway.
It’s not like Aji can step on the air, so it can be said to be an objective self-evaluation. It’s because you can’t change direction in empty space where you can’t step on.
“But what if I become a stepping stone?”
“bruise?”
“okay. One by running, one by stomping, one by wall kicking, and one by last ounce. You do this!”
“bruise! I like! you?”
“You should try it once.”
Until now, if Aji had only read my movements, then from the 4th disc onwards, we should be in sync. You can only reach it if you take good care of my position and when you are ready, step on me at the right timing and jump up.
now where
I knelt down on one knee and placed my arm firmly on the other knee. To keep the body from shaking even when Aji steps on it.
“Throw one at a time. I’m aiming for something closer.”
“bruise!”
“Come on!”
swish swish swish swish.
I threw four discs in quick succession at short intervals. sequentially from near to far. After that, I saw Aji running towards me and fixed my body tightly.
…but wait a minute. Aji is the king of dogs, but now he’s in human form. Then the weight is estimated.
what.
“Wait a minute…”
Right before I could say anything, Aji jumped up and aimed at me.
A shock similar to that of being hit by a carriage hit me.
When Tyr saw me tumbling across the concrete, he immediately snapped at me.
“So you should have taken care of yourself!”
“are you okay. Are you all right?”
I showed my arms and legs. The scars from being rubbed against the concrete earlier had completely disappeared.
Get healed by licking one of the King of Beasts’ powers. The king of beasts, a being of ideas, had the ability to heal by licking, and Aji made full use of that ability on me.
Tyr sighed as he looked at the wound that had already healed.
“…I don’t like it, but it’s fortunate that there is a king of beasts. By licking… the wound can be healed.”
“Why don’t you like it?”
“How can I get along with the dog king? We were once enemies.”
“Aji is the king of dogs in this generation. Compared to when we fought in full swing, there must be a difference of several tens.”
“Even so, the essence is not the same. Reluctance does not go anywhere. and.”
Took. Tyr poked me in the shoulder with two fingers. A gloomy gaze turned to me dissatisfiedly.
“How old are you? That’s mean. It was only a few hundred years ago.”
“I don’t know why the word ‘at most’ is added to a few hundred, but is it really like that? Dog kings are short-lived.”
“Don’t you wear a human body and grow old like a human? If that’s the case, how can the king of a good dog be so short-lived?”
“You fight the king of wolves and a fictitious day.”
“The Wolf King?”
“You don’t know that 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 expectant eyes. Bloody eyes shine brightly.
For Sijo, who is hungry for stories, I recited the fairy tale in my memory.
The dog king and the wolf king.
The two were originally good beast brothers. The two pack-loving beasts would work together to drive the prey, then end it by biting its neck.
It was mainly the small, nimble dogs that drove the prey, and the sharp-toothed wolves that ended the prey’s life. Smart, nimble, and in sync, the two spent idyllic hunting days helping each other.
Then one day, a shepherd came to the place where they lived. With a flock of sheep like clouds.
The shepherd was looking for grass to feed his sheep. The shepherd, who was looking around, found a dog out on patrol and called out.
‘Here is the little wolf. Will you lead me to a land full of wild grass? Then I’ll give you something delicious.’
Field grass was of no value to the dog. The dog led the shepherd to a hillside full of wild grass. Seeing the broad hills full of green grass, the shepherd was overjoyed.
‘You are such a good wolf! thanks! Here, I’ll give you the meaty bones!’
A dog who got a delicious bone just by telling him about the grass he couldn’t even eat. Excited, the dog grabbed the bone and ran straight to the wolf to inform him of this fact.
People who herd sheep give such delicious meat. He boasted of what he had gained and shared the spoils.
When the wolf heard the story, he ran excitedly and drove his teeth into the neck of the lamb that was grazing outside. If the furious shepherd hadn’t beaten the wolf with his cane, it wouldn’t have ended in one.
The wolf, beaten on the back, ran away with the saggy sheep in its mouth.
The hunt was successful, but neither the dog nor the wolf was satisfied. One lamb is too small for two to eat.
Dogs longed for meaty bones, and wolves were afraid of heavy wooden staffs.
The wolf hoped that the dog would help him on his next hunt. While hunting the largest of the sheep, he ordered the dog to attract the attention of the shepherd.
Then, saying that the wound should heal, he swallowed one of the lambs he had slaughtered.
The dog only got one bone with no trace of meat.
next day. As planned, the two separated and approached the flock. It was when the dog’s king, who should draw attention first, appeared in front of the shepherd.
The shepherd, who noticed the dog playing around in front of him, stood up with a hard wooden staff. But instead of waving it, he waved his hand loudly and said,
‘Good ol’. Tell me where the big guy who took my sheep the other day 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 a bone without a piece of flesh.
After thinking for a while, the dog accepted the shepherd’s offer. The dog led the shepherd toward the wolf, and the hiding wolf was beaten and driven from the pasture.
Since that day, dogs have been living with people, and wolves howl every time the full moon rises, recalling the pain and betrayal of the day
. The wolf king would have been there even then.”
Upon hearing my story, Tyr looked excited. Tyr, who got out of the story even more, raised his eyes slightly and recalled old memories.
“Wolves… ah. That’s right. Forgot. The one that led the wild dogs and ran at it.”
“It deserves it. To the vampires, the dog king or the wolf king would have been the same. Whether it be a dog that is a friend of man or a wolf that attacks at the smell of blood.”
“Anyway, this is an interesting story. I heard it for the first time today.”
“This is a story from a children’s book.”
“Because I had no one around to tell me such fairy tales… not now.”
Tyr snapped his fingers. A shadow rose beside me and formed the shape of an antique chair. Tyr sat there, looking up at me anxiously.
“Anyway, don’t get hurt. If you get hurt, who will tell me the story and make my heart beat?”
“What are you doing with a little bit of blood? I’ll think that what was spilled was tirr.”
“Sounds useless.”
A small hand slapped his right arm. It didn’t hurt at all.
After that, Tyr grabbed my right arm with his hand and whispered to me with a desperate desire to never again.
“Your blood has no taste. So keep it in your body. Don’t spill a single drop.”
I had to reassure Tyr, who spoke with full of concern, that I knew.
