EP.167 Black Cat Nehru
The back alleys of District 14 are always filled with acrid smoke.
The wind blows from the west and flows east. Even humans swimming in the air are not free from the current. The stench, dust, and all the dirty things that humans exhale flow outward to the east along the wind.
The large incinerator in Area 14 was the gathering place for all that filth.
A large wagon full of garbage comes in, and they drive along the road and dump the garbage into a large pit. Then, the laborers approaching with a look that is not much different from garbage burns what needs to be burned and puts what needs to be buried in a container and sends it on a meta conveyor belt.
Occasionally, when a mangled corpse appears in a pile of garbage, the laborers vomit and send it into the incineration plant.
The reason is simple. Because the body burns.
About 45 minutes later, the smell of grilled meat mixed with the black stench.
Is the drop of transparent liquid forming on the lips of the laborer who smelled it, mouthwatering or gastric juice?
It is the rough exhalation of the massive city and the strong cigarette smoked by Amittengrad, who is tired of the wind.
In a building where you can see at a glance the incinerator where once brilliant movies and sparkling dreams are fair and brutally scorched.
Wolfen, the main shadow, murmured gloomily while sitting on a chair.
“…Born came after seeing the real darkness.”
Wolfen Fenstein.
The evil of the past lurking in the shadows of the military was muttering in an even more melancholy tone.
“Be humble. we are the shadows Light is our enemy, and true darkness devours even the shadows. We need to know the subject and be considerate.”
At his words, the seventh half-shadow jumped up and shouted.
“Bon! How could you, who should lead us, be so frightened!”
Wolfen looked at the seventh with cloudy eyes. The seventh half-shadow spoke with its ears and tail erect.
“While you were gone, we suffered self-imposed turmoil. Because your heart didn’t stop, we, who lost the center of gravity, couldn’t unite and hid in all directions, slowly drying up and dying! Now that you are back, you must reward our patience!”
“What does Bourne want to reward?”
“Collect the half shadows. Make a plan and make the old movie come true! Bon, only you can do this, and only you should do it!”
Loud shouts rang through the empty meeting room.
Is it direct, advice, or is it just a grievance for the years I endured? The seventh, who strongly pointed out to the main shadow, gasped.
Still, Wolfen was not angry or agitated in the slightest, and only looked at the seventh with dark, sunken eyes.
“Seventh. Have you seen Tantalus?”
“…I didn’t see it. But at best, isn’t it a prison created by the military?”
“no. Tantalus is not just a prison.”
The seventh shuddered when he saw Wolfen’s emotionless eyes.
During the Shadow of the Kingdom era, Wolfen was a demon without blood or tears.
He reigned as a backstreet tyrant and would annihilate entire families without changing a single expression. There was also a time when a raw meat knight was assassinated simply for violating a contract.
But nobody stopped him.
Wolfen was a shadow. When night fell and the kingdom was plunged into darkness, he was nowhere and at the same time omnipresent. The anti-shadows did not dare to doubt his power and obeyed him.
After being captured by the military and imprisoned in Tantalus, that fear has weathered over time…
“It was… it was a competition arena for demons that gathered only the beings that could not dare to be embraced unless it was the abyss. Born’s blood was not his, and the darkness was not on his side either. Power, weapons, life, and will. It was a terrible space where even beliefs betrayed their example… Common sense was distorted and forces were intertwined.”
Now he is like a person who has attained enlightenment, and the seventh felt fear at the sense of difference.
It was fear and awe of the existence that was reborn as an unknown being different from fear.
“Bourne was able to reflect on himself there. How insignificant and insignificant this being is compared to the real monster. It’s like getting the subject right in front of real monsters.”
At first glance, her eyes were clear and transparent, as if she had absorbed all the malignant and venomous air during the 20 years she was imprisoned in Tantalus.
But only the top and bottom are separated. Deeper in Wolfen’s heart, a more sticky and thick malice was overflowing.
“The red-haired devil asked to go with him. He said it would give him a chance to change the world. But Bourne decided to become a cat’s head rather than a tiger’s tail. I rejected his offer and returned here…. Bourne would be satisfied as ruler of this insignificant city.”
The seventh couldn’t stand it any longer and hit the desk.
“Bon! Be careful. You mean we are cats!”
“Less than the seventh.”
The seventh was startled.
It was because the voice that had been heard from the chair of the head of state until just a moment ago came to his ears at some point.
As the seventh, startled, was about to raise his arm. A blackened blade slashed through the darkness.
hooked
A blade protruding from the shadows dug through the seventh chest. It sounded dry and simple. The seventh opened his eyes.
“Seventh. It seems that many years have passed. Where is the body parched with hatred and only a fat beast remains… How is it? Did your family welcome you?”
“Cheuk…! uh why?”
Wolfen replied towards the seventh.
“Bourne found out that you belonged to a family. How could they be concerned? Were you afraid that Bon would attack them even though he became a human? Did they really become your family?”
The seventh eye widened. At the same time, his ears and tail stood up tight, and fear beyond pain and fear was revealed throughout his body.
“Please stand. You who saw… me…”
“10,000 days of follow-up is enough…”
“No.”
“There is nothing wrong. Impossible things do not exist in the world, so the impossible is a line drawn arbitrarily by those in power. There is no reason for us, the shadows, to follow it.”
hooked
The sound that was dry when the blade went in was moist when it was pulled out. The red color saturated the darkness. The seventh staggered away, looking at the scar on his chest.
The seventh, who staggered and was about to collapse, must have lost strength.
The moment he was about to fall, he suddenly lunged at Wolfen with a bright roar. Strongly, as if he didn’t care about the blood flowing from his chest.
“Keuhuhhh-!”
Sharp claws tore the Wolfen. As if that wasn’t enough, the seventh, who let out a malevolent cry, swung his arms several times as if trying to break the Wolfen into pieces.
Chairs caught in the tracks are smashed and desks are cracked and collapsed. An overwhelming and powerful force overturned the meeting room.
however.
“What is a beast? You are so stupid.”
The blade came out of Seventh’s chest again.
Was it a fatal wound or was it because the attack, which had already exerted all its might, was nullified. The seventh half-shadow couldn’t resist, and only blood spilled out of the hole in its chest.
A stealth technique that deceives even the beastmen known for their keen senses.
Wolfen drew his dagger. For the seventh time, he knelt down. Wolfen, who had melted into the shadows, appeared in front of the seventh again and murmured.
“Done seventh. do not worry. The blade of the shadow will not harm your family…”
Muttered, Wolfen left the meeting room without even looking at the seventh. Even as he walked on the hard concrete floor, his steps were as quiet as if a carpet had been laid under his feet.
“…this country that caught the taboos will trample them instead of seeing them.”
profit.
The door slammed shut as the dead man’s life flowed out.
As the kingdom collapsed and the army came in, the beastmen had great expectations. The hope that now all the vices of the old world would be gone and the prisoners would be treated equally pricked their ears.
However, it only disproved the fact that people’s perceptions are more difficult to change than countries.
Even while the remnants of the kingdom disappeared and the military power extended its power, discrimination against the number of people continued. People were still reluctant to commit prisoners, and the crime rate of prisoners was higher than that of non-prisoners.
Which came first the chicken or the egg? Did they lose trust by committing a crime, or did they have no alternative other than crime because they were driven into a corner for no reason?
Whatever the reason, the prisoners banded together to face the persecution.
That was the background of the creation of a beastman organization called the Family.
“…The brother who sent the infiltrator was found dead.”
Black hair, ears and tail that are no different. There was a dark circle in one eye. She was wearing an eyepatch on her other eye, which harmonized with the unique black cat face, emphasizing her decadent side.
Among the members of the family, the representative inherits the characteristics of the beast the most and acts as the head of the action and at the same time as the face madam.
The editor-in-chief of ‘Black Cat’, one of the few private magazines in the military, and a paparazzi who only digs up gossip. Also an informant loyal to the military.
Nehru sat across from me in a one-piece dress, sucking on some fruit juice.
“He was a brother who used his strength. Hmm. I’m so sorry. What do you think, honey?”
So it means that they died because the power they had hidden was discovered.
My thoughts are settled.
“and. scary I have to run away. Bye then.”
“Where are you going?”
The moment I showed the attitude to stand up, Nehru immediately raised her claws and grabbed the hem of my clothes. Above the table, my sleeves were punctured, and under the table, sharp claws tugged at the sleeves of my trousers.
Is this coverage or intimidation?
“self. If you heard the information, you have to pay for it, right?”
“I never asked to know.”
The moment you sat in front of me, you read all my thoughts.
Four comrades who belonged to the shadow of the former kingdom but joined the family after the kingdom was destroyed were killed by bad guys.
When I read my thoughts, I heard that comrade Geongon was a strong man. Does he die without much resistance?
Just how strong is this guy named Wolfen, the escaped Tantalus? What kind of monster lived in Tantalus?
Tsk. don’t want to fight I’m weak in one-on-one fights.
For reference, one-on-one fights are outside the box, and many-on-one fights are not tolerated by pride.
So there’s nothing I can do
I was scared and tried to run away, but Nehru forcibly grabbed me and refused to let go.
Nehru replied with a grin.
“I know. But magicians don’t exchange information if they don’t do this, right?”
“Is this an exchange? They force-feed them and make them vomit.”
“We call it an exchange.”
There must be an influence of these guys in the deterioration of the perception of prisoners. especially me Even today, the hatred for the beast rises.
Anyway, I was in a position to use the family, so I couldn’t just reject it. I sighed and sat back down.
“To be honest, I don’t know anything. It has only been three days since I returned to Amittengrad.”
I am on the 3rd day of Amitengrad. He had a level of knowledge that was no different from
that of a newborn baby born three days ago.
“Oh, that is one of the common questions in our family. How did you get dragged into the military police? Do monkeys ever fall from trees?”
“You know roughly. Son of a bitch Anton betrayed me. They said they were caught without even using their hands.”
“That’s not what I mean. It wouldn’t have been easy, but wouldn’t you have been able to get out of the middle with your own abilities?”
sounds funny.
Two military police guarded my side, and I usually lived in a straitjacket. When I took off my straitjacket, it was usually a courtroom full of soldiers.
Even if I have mind-reading skills, even if I have a little dexterity, my specs are normal. I can’t take off the straitjacket alone and I don’t have the strength to knock out all the soldiers. It was only natural that I was caught.
But to tell the truth, belittling and belittling is the act of cutting my lifespan.
I bluffed to the fullest.
“If you break out of prison, you’re immediately wanted as a felon. If you become a serious criminal, life will be difficult, so I just thought I was lucky and tried to work.”
“Hey. Are magicians different?”
‘Whoops. Also, giants are giants. They talk as if they could easily escape if they put their mind to it.’
If you make up your mind, you eat it over and over again. Will that work?
Escape magic is not done with both hands tied and blindfolded. Magicians are people too. It’s not that I’m incompetent, it’s that the military did too much.
Was it because I was too pretentious? The windy Nehru lifted me up.
“I know that? They say there was a prison break in Tantalus right when he was captured. When I first heard the news, I thought that the military had finally gone mad and threw itself into Tantalus. He could not think of anyone but himself to incite the prisoners of Tantalus to escape.”
“Don’t talk nonsense. The timing is not right.”
“Whoops. that’s right. He was captured after the Tantalus prison break. It’s a pity, but the opportunity to show the tantalus escape show is gone.”
“I don’t even want it.”
It was sincere.
I tried to escape once, but I almost died. Do you know the battle where the earth turns over, the sky splits, and a mountain of corpses collapses? If you do that twice, you won’t have any lives left.
‘Hmm. After all, flattery doesn’t work well?’
It is the wisdom of the experienced, not flattery.
Please do not enter Tantalus in the first place.
“so. Is that all you ask?”
“No. It was just an appetizer. The real question is… this.”
widely.
Nehru put a short note down on the table. A short phrase was written like embroidery on the end of a small handkerchief.
-The taboo of the military. Trying to poke. Investigation needed.
“This is the last message he left. After this, we lost contact, so when we checked, he was found dead in a building in District 14.”
“May the souls of the deceased refrain.”
“Thank you, but can you give me condolence money? I’ll let you pay with special information.”
Sheesh I’m not going
“What information?”
Nehru asked with a seductive smile.
“The taboo of the military.”
“The taboo of the military?”
“how is it. Do you know something, honey?”
“Well…”
I dragged on.
Because you don’t know? no i know too much
There are so many taboos in this damn country that just last night a walking taboo fell asleep in my house. Such a secret taboo, he was obliged to commit suicide the moment he knew his identity.
Even the abyss was part of the taboo. I think it was planned to be used like a war trigger. So I was serious about information control.
It’s hard to know too much Even if it’s taboo, they’ll answer you if you know what you’re talking about.
informational dilemma.
“ha. Don’t you know?”
“It’s hard to pick one.”
“I wish I could tell you everything.”
“Then it doesn’t pay off.”
“Cheerful. Are we like that?”
“Oh right. Weren’t we close to each other? Come to think of it, I didn’t even have to pay condolences. hi.”
swish
This time, Nehru read the hand and foot that he was going to stretch out in advance and shook them off. I flipped my arms over, pushed the back of my hand, and stepped on the rising instep first with half a beat.
I got up from my seat in that state and tried to go back like this without any regrets.
You’re all out of sweets now.
“He said he was living with an officer these days?”
until you hear it.
Slowly turning his head, Nehru smiled as if he had found a weakness.
