EP.223 Most of the story of mind-reading in captivity
was hidden, and the rest was appropriately dramatized. I heard such a story, or later changed it to the way I heard it separately.
The story, which continued like flowing water, ended only after mentioning the flowing water of the Hameln River.
The regressor, who had been listening to my story more objectively than anyone else, organized the story.
“That’s why the military tried to conduct an experiment using a taboo, and you were the subject of the experiment, but you resisted and joined forces with the students to kill the officer, but in order to avoid the follow-up, you caused the Hameln Incident.”
The regressor, who had been nodding his head with a sigh, shouted out loud, clenching his fists.
“Everything you said last time was a lie! The children revolted and cursed you by making you a sacrifice!”
“Isn’t it similar? If you look at it one by one, it was all true.”
“Wrong! You spoke like you were a complete victim! I heard that it was all done by you!”
“No, then, where is the fool who just nods his head when he is told that you are the culprit? I think I have done my duty just by telling the truth.”
behaved boldly. Surprisingly, the regressor seemed to agree with my excuse.
“But apart from that… well, it was an appropriate response.”
“oh? do you understand this What is it?”
“What is it? I was objective from the start.”
The regressor, who fired lightly, crossed his arms and coldly assessed my actions.
“It was the best decision. The military, which is vulnerable to mystery, first puts a press control on such a bizarre and sudden incident. Conversely, when a big incident occurs and the other side is cautious about the fact-finding, the most loophole is the time. That’s a good way.”
It was a remark like Lee who had destroyed an army once. Is it because of the homogeneity of hating the same existence? The regressor cast a friendly gaze towards me for helping to destroy the military.
“…Still, it was a better story than I thought. At first, I thought you were a special task force agent specially raised by the military, like a communications officer or public security officer. Turns out he was a pretty nice guy.”
“ha ha ha. It’s awkward to hear that from a major criminal who even cut off Ji-seon’s arm.”
“It’s going to be slick all the way.”
ha ha ha. A pleasant conversation with a smile. this is a real conversation
So far, I’ve been too sharp and have only had purposeful conversations. Teach someone, let them know, get angry and fight.
You don’t have to use language as a form of information exchange. Promoting friendship like this is one of the positive functions of horses.
‘Old episode. When we collaborated with the Resistance, we were able to gather quite a few internal supporters thanks to Hameln’s case. well that’s not enough It was mainly possible because I waged guerrilla warfare and ran rampant the warrant of creation, but I can’t ignore the public sentiment inside… What is it? Wasn’t it our colleague?’
Was there ever a time when a regressor looked at me so warmly? Cheerful love. We smiled so friendly that the words fit perfectly.
“I think I have misunderstood you greatly.”
“I wish I knew by now. Originally, humans are creatures of learning, right?”
“I mean. I owe you anyway.”
‘Even if it’s limited to the previous episode. Since we decided not to cooperate with the Resistance in this episode, it won’t be of much use… No, wait. Hameln truth. Suicide… influence.’
what? My thoughts are racing, but the content jumps around so I don’t know.
It was then. Historia, who had been listening to the story with her arms tied tightly, bit her cigarette even harder. It sounded like a crush.
“…our cutie. He was more cruel than I thought. Even if they’re ugly, they’re Huey’s classmates and I’m fine seeing them all die.”
“uh?”
Turning her head, Historia was glaring at the regressor terribly, as if she would attack at any moment. Faced with sudden hostility, the regressor became bewildered.
“why? Didn’t you pretend to be a mystery and get the Hameln students out while you were wandering around?”
A regressor who innocently asks questions.
Realizing what the regressor was misunderstanding, Historia snorted and leaned her back against the container wall again. Exhaling cigarette smoke from her mouth, Historia smiled like an innocent child.
“…iced coffee. was that what you were thinking? I’ll cancel what I said earlier. You still have a cute way of thinking.”
“Why are you Sibi again? Can’t we just cheat and get it out?”
“How did the students of the secondary military school fool the eyes of the instructor on the rescue boat that followed them? So naive and young. How could a kid like you end up hanging out with Hugh?”
“Eh? wait for a sec. As you say.”
‘Certainly, if you’re an ordinary person who can’t handle ritual magic properly… It must be difficult to escape from flowing water without anyone knowing. Then really they themselves…’
Goosebumps rise as if they were soaked in water for a moment. Not my feelings, but the regressor’s.
The regressor, who shuddered for a moment, looked in my direction startled.
‘…You really killed them all? His motives…?’
“Ah oh. This is a bit hard to explain. If it sounds like I killed it, I’ll defend myself. There was an agreement between the dead children.”
“You said you had an agreement? what an agreement An agreement to die together?”
I hope you make such a meaningless agreement.
“Similar but different. The agreement is that not everyone can survive.”
“what?”
“Those who die will die, and those who will live will live. At least for the sake of those who will survive… Even if you die, die quietly with resignation.”
If no body is found, it is suspected that he may have survived. If that’s the case, it’s just a getaway play. While singing to tear your throat, rowing becomes less rewarding.
“I told everyone how. Set the wind magic on the biological terminal and walk under the river to get out. If you don’t lose concentration, you can breathe for about 3 minutes even underwater with ritual magic. Whether you die from being swept away by the water or from suffocation. Become fish food and die. Let’s accept everything and walk out at the bottom of the river… Not all of them will survive, so those who want to live can live.”
“for a moment. there’s no way that’s possible If you want to use wind magic in the water, it’s impossible with moderate concentration. Even if he did, he would instinctively struggle if he was out of breath.”
“I endured it. None of the children who participated in the graduation practice in Hameln struggled to save their lives. Either walk silently and die, or barely reach the riverbank alive. I made it clear enough to be engraved in people’s minds.”
That’s why Hamelin is a disgrace to the military, and to those who accidentally witnessed the sight, it became a nightmare-like experience.
A curse is nothing special. If a person with strong hatred and resentment goes through enough contemplation and agony and expresses it in a shocking and novel way and engraves it on people’s hearts… that becomes a curse.
Those who have been cursed do not have to look far.
“The witness who saw it in person is also here.”
Historia is the witness. One of the closest people and one of the last to see what we ended up with.
Because of that, it became like that.
“Look at Leah. Six Commander-in-Chief. The daughter of a military power and the strongest warrior born under the star of the king. There was a rare scene in which a genius of an unknown person was deliberately tied up just because he wanted to hear from his classmate.”
“Ghm… that’s true.”
‘Is that why the musketeer became an important official in the New Kingdom…? How far does this bastard go?’
Don’t treat people like beings in the dark. I am an individual among individuals. I’ve never formed an organization, and I’ve never been secretly in the dark. I always did my best to survive.
I left the regressor and went to Historia.
The scars engraved on the heart are itself a curse. It remains and torments you, and the thick darkness emanating from the wound spreads around you.
Well, it might not be a scar, but something similar to a blessing to an idiot who was impressed. At least not with Historia.
“How are you Leah? Did you know everything you wanted to know?”
“…I knew roughly what had happened.”
“It seems that you are still dissatisfied with something. Do you have something to say?”
Curiosity has been resolved, but it is still a core expression. Historia raised her head from the smoke of the magic plant and questioned me with her cold, sunken eyes.
“why. you. Can you think of a way to kill them all… but can’t think of a way to save them? If it’s you, there must be another way…”
However, Historia also knows that it is a meaningless lament. Then I acted and Historia stood by. As a bystander, she has no right to criticize me for not coming up with a more ingenious number.
Stopped talking, Historia turned her head away. Only sighs mixed with smoke could be heard. I ended the story with a light smile.
“now. It’s a bit of a dark story anyway. I don’t know if everyone wasn’t bored.”
[It’s boring. It was an exciting story. I guess this is the reason why the country called the military is chasing you like it’s going to kill you…]
Tyrkanjaka, who likes any story, was only interested in it. Well, about a hundred suicides wouldn’t have much of an impact on Tyrkanjaka.
[But… Hey Phew. Gluttony is not a power that can be said to be taboo. Hunting prey and quenching its thirst is the principle of all things in the world. Although I feel repulsed by the means used by the military, I don’t mind the power of gluttony itself…]
The vampire who ate humans desperately made excuses for her actions. It was the attitude of a predator wanting to prove its harmlessness.
Well, Tyr is not an indiscriminate killer. I fully understood the position, so I responded in a non-trivial way.
“I have never been very reluctant. I just wanted to. Just as Tyr doesn’t stab passers-by and bleed to eat, I don’t do anything unnecessary.”
[Thank you.]
“What? It’s okay if I don’t eat it.”
There is nothing more reassuring than the existence of a predator that will never eat me. As long as we don’t attack me, we can become very close friends, transcending our ethnic origins.
“Woof woof.”
“…? Why are you suddenly barking?”
“bruise. timing!”
“What timing is it?”
Anyway, having said everything, I clapped my hands and ended the story.
“The sun is gone. Now let’s move slowly. Only at night can we move safely. Before that…”
Historia didn’t seem to want to make eye contact with me. He turned his gaze away and showed only the side of his face, exhaling delicious cigarette smoke. It doesn’t look like they’ll be fully cooperating.
I’m worried about letting it go like this, but it’s a little bit like taking the daughter of the military while attracting all kinds of aggro.
Anyway, I don’t have any other options. Historia can overwhelm me even when tied up like that, so I have to get the help of a companion after all. Let’s ask for opinions.
“Uh hmm. Shay, how would you like Historia?”
“Ugh. wait for a sec. I’ll think about it.”
‘It’s the Ministry of Military Affairs, and even in the midst of this, the heyday hasn’t come yet. If you let it go, it will always get in the way. In particular, it’s not the rule of thumb that if you fire three shots, one shot is unconditionally right… If you realize the bayonet gun’s will, it’s really really difficult to deal with because it’s a counter to the angels from then on. Mmm.’
Eh? what. Are you getting stronger here? What’s the name of that technique that looks incredibly strong just by hearing about the bayonet gun?
Huh true. You feel a sense of relative deprivation. While I lamented over reading thoughts on my own, the regressor expressed disapproval and asked for an opinion.
“…I don’t want to kill him. For now, let’s grab the strands to keep them alive.”
ok? What are you saying all of a sudden?
“Hey, Shay. Are you a slaughter-mad demon? What are you saying you don’t want to patronize?”
“uh? why? You said you didn’t really want to kill me?”
Still don’t know what he said? While he was gaping his mouth, the absurdity seemed to be the same with Tyrkanjaka, so he gave a solemn admonition.
[Shay. Even if you have a crush on the military, aren’t you a friend of Hugh? But why do you say that you kill your friend’s friend? Even a thirsty vampire doesn’t touch a relative of an acquaintance.]
“Huh…? wait for a sec. Am I a bad person?”
“Look. It’s nothing to blame for being a vampire. What do you do if you don’t eat? Doesn’t he cut the right arm of a person into cubes? Why is it said that he kills a prisoner who surrendered meekly even though he was a friend?”
The regressor who was criticized all at once denied it with a straight face.
“I didn’t even think of killing myself! You were just giving an opinion!”
“It breaks the atmosphere. I don’t intend to kill anyone, but if someone hears ‘Then let’s not kill’ by myself, will they think we’re just killing people?”
[If I slaughter even my colleagues’ friends in a harsh world, who will stand on my side? Please don’t mention it even by mistake.]
“Me too… I didn’t think so…”
Due to Tyr and my joint attack, the regressor shrank. It’s cancer. I turned my gaze to the sense of incongruity I suddenly felt.
uh tyr. For some reason, it sounds like he won’t kill because he’s an acquaintance of mine, not because he’s a prisoner…?
“Hey, Tyr. What if it wasn’t Lia who was captured, but the spearman? kill me?”
[…? If it’s not your acquaintance, why do you need to keep it alive? It’s not like you need a living person to take blood.]
‘I don’t want to create resentment by killing your friend.’
The way of thinking itself was a matter of kinship.
Anyway, back to the story of Historia’s treatment. In the end, it’s either letting them go or dragging them away.
In a situation where I couldn’t come up with a sharp number, I clicked my fingers as I came up with an idea.
“Then how about doing this?”
