EP.229 Ordinary Life
‘I’ must live an ordinary life.
But she forced me to live a normal life, and she couldn’t answer ‘me’.
No wonder. Life itself is a normal thing. All the processes between birth and death are life, so what can be defined as normal?
But she had to put a bridle on ‘me’. Reaching the end of possibility through repeated questions and answers for a long time, she devised a method.
It was…
Historia vented her emotions, but her dissatisfaction had clear limits. if that’s what it is
“I rolled and rolled in the back alleys to survive…”
My past is just as unfortunate. Historia shut her mouth.
Historia is having a hard time, but anyway, she was promoted to general while winning. In the meantime, he had to perform numerous missions, such as removing the remnants of the kingdom, punishing spies, arresting secret organizations, and keeping foreign countries in check, but anyway, it was a general’s move. A brilliant career followed.
In contrast, what about me? In order to survive, they had to work in the back alleys of the military, hurting their bodies and minds, as well as their conscience and law-abiding spirit, such as emotional labor, physical labor, mental labor, and illegal labor. I benefited greatly from inserting one straw well, but it took quite a long time to fully settle down.
“I just wanted to live a normal life! How difficult it was for a novice without citizenship registration to settle down in the capital. It’s true that I haven’t contacted you… but in the first place, living an ordinary life in a back alley ditch is facing a general, let alone a great general. It’s hard to hit. It’s impossible to meet it with normal methods.”
The reason for suffering is different for each person. Comparing which of the two lived a more arduous life turns into unsightly whining in the end. Not to mention, the two of us, who are completely different in strength and status, can’t even understand the kind of suffering.
Historia also knew that fact, so she silently agreed.
‘…I took my anger out on Huey for feeling bad about that kid. Let’s calm down.’
Historia, who reverently inhaled the smoke of the magic herb as a proven method to calm her mind, brought up the matter as if nothing had happened.
“…So. What are you going to do next?
“How do you send them off smoothly?”
“If you delay the report, delay your return, and inflate your strength. The military will also give up the pursuit.”
“Will the military give up?
The military is rational. The headquarters, the head of the military, must be the same. If they are after us, there must be a good reason for it.
I don’t know why. I didn’t even know when the three of them gathered. The reason Historia pursued us was because of a personal problem, but as a result of reading through it with mind reading, neither the chanter nor the magician knew the intentions of the command.
I just vaguely assumed that there would be a reason for that.
Well, if it’s at the level of the Six Masters, I’ll tell you even if I forcefully ask for it. All of them performed their duties in this foggy, vague faith.
“…It’s the military’s intention. Nothing changes. As long as the military leads the army, if you cross the border and run away, we won’t be able to catch up.”
“Of course. Sending troops into another country is a war. It’s not a pursuit, it’s a war. It’s not like they’re going to wage a war to catch us.”
It was the time when I boasted that I would never catch up.
“…War?”
The regressor’s eyes widened. It was the attitude of a person who had forgotten something and then reunited dramatically. After a while, her eyes narrowed like an animal facing an unfamiliar light, and she inquired in a sharper voice.
“Wait. Didn’t you say troops were gathering towards the Far East?”
“huh.”
“Then how many troops have gathered? What will happen?”
“The main unit under the command of the Six Commander… should be disbanded if the target disappears.”
“A legion gathered on the meta conveyor belt. Disbanded without saving anything? Is that really the case?”
Historia stopped talking and kept her mouth shut.
The military is rational. Don’t take unnecessary damage. If it is certain that it will cause damage in the first place, do not move.
This is a country where strategic avoidance of engagement is not a joke, but is proudly present in the textbook. It is the power that the military wastes in real time to prepare for emergencies, but scattering in vain like this is a very extreme and meaningless loss.
If so, the question arises here.
Why did the headquarters collect the corps at the risk of huge losses?
‘It’s war.’
The regressor clearly saw through a fact that even I could not have predicted at all.
‘In the first place, the legion was not gathered to capture us. You’ve gathered an army pretending to capture us to wage war…! We were the bait!’
Were the regressors this smart?
I am a mind reader. I myself am just a magician who reads the other person’s predictions in advance and slightly exceeds them. It is neither a creator who creates something from zero nor a pioneer who leads something at the forefront of this world.
Ordinary users who make little good use of what just exists.
I, who reads minds, can only imagine the level that everyone else imagines. On the other hand, the regressor saw through the intentions of the military with just a few pieces of information, as if his experience of overcoming death several times was not colorless.
He was a regressor who seemed so lacking, but I never thought he would show such a high level of intuition…!
It hurts my pride…
‘Because the first war broke out at this time in the previous episode! The seven-day war where all the battles ended in just seven days!’
hey.
If you saw it in the previous episode, remember it in advance! Don’t come back and refresh your memory!
The operation failed. The military has been deceived.
The generals of the military, who had moved in perfect order according to the orders given by the signalman, felt a great sense of defeat.
No matter how strong the opponent is, there are only three and two. In comparison, the total number of soldiers gathered now is 10,000. Even counting the number ratio is a meaningless difference.
In addition, one of the 5th level elite units, Bernardern, was on standby. Even if a war broke out like this, a mighty force that could carry out enough was gathered in the Far East.
However… the enemy’s appearance has disappeared.
The red horse leading the container stopped running as soon as the sun rose in the east. The blood horse Ralion looked at the sunlight dissatisfiedly, scratched the floor and banged his head on a nearby tree a couple of times, cried out to the sky, ‘Hee-hee-hee-‘ and disappeared.
Ralion couldn’t fulfill his duty as bait. It was only three officers accompanied by a magic golem for communication that were chasing them.
The red horse is bait.
According to the information that Major General Historia, the musketeer of the army, personally infiltrated and found out, the container that Ralion is dragging is a bait to divert attention from the army. Therefore, there is no need to invest power. A single communication golem is sufficient.
That information was correct.
The container was empty, and at most Historia’s uniform fluttered like a flag. Except for the crude dolls, not even the shadows of people were visible in the weightless, rattling container. It was an unfaithful decoy that would have twisted the belly if deceived.
The officer successfully carried out the task of verifying the authenticity and immediately reported through the signalman.
However… the main unit that was contacted was in a gloomy atmosphere.
“…It’s a big deal. My daughter was really kidnapped.”
No matter how long they waited at the Far East stopover, the enemy did not appear, even though they waited until the main unit, which departed later than them, joined them.
After opening the flowing containers one by one and completing the daily laborer experience, the corps finished awkwardly joining the main unit and were waiting for the next order.
The great Patraxion leading them was quite helpless.
“I missed it. Even if you think it’s possible, it’s a big deal that my daughter was kidnapped. You wouldn’t kill her, would you?”
Colonel Gand, his adjutant, answered the question.
“I won’t kill you. If you’re Hameln’s Pied Piper, you’re in sync with Hameln’s last survivor, Warden Historia. He’s old, so he won’t take his life easily. And…” “And, what? I said frustratingly
. Didn’t I tell you not to drag it? Do you even see a line with me?”
“…Please don’t do such nonsense! It’s creepy!”
“It’s your fault for stopping me to use this method. So, what?”
“Chief Historia… As the Chief of Staff said, there is a possibility that you are helping them. Isn’t it strange that the red horse delivered the bait code and left no other clues? Maybe.”
As a colonel and as a soldier, Colonel Gand was cautious because he did not dare to frame Yuk. Instead, he spoke to the only great man who deserved it.
Patraxion understood the meaning and nodded his head broadly.
“I wondered if my daughter-in-law listened to what she said, but she fell for the flute-playing Ttantara. Is this why there is a saying that a calm cat goes up to the stove first!”
“…It’s a metaphor, anyway. What do you want to do now?”
“We’ll have to see the results. When we get back, let’s see if there are any lip marks left.”
Even Colonel Gandh, who distinguishes waste from waste, like a ghost, found it difficult to tell the damn teacher’s joke from his seriousness. Colonel Gandh pondered for a while at the words of his unreliable superior and respected teacher, then asked carefully.
“…Master. Is that an experience?”
“Hey, hey! Sounds like a big deal. That was the wife’s empty suspicion!”
At that moment, the horseman burst through the door of the temporary headquarters with a majestic gait. She probably couldn’t sleep well because she worked day and night, but she spoke to Jeolchang in the same attitude as when she first flew in.
“Captain Patraxion. An order has come down from headquarters.”
“What did you say? Where did you find your missing daughter?”
“Listen to the end. According to the command’s judgment, they passed through the Inner Circle and outpaced us. The order is to immediately assemble in the North via the Meta Conveyor Belt.”
“North?”
“okay. As the northern commander, you are in charge of the corps.”
Jeolchang tilted his head.
I wasn’t surprised that I got ahead via the inner circle. Because it was already mentioned in the staff. Jeolchang also agreed with this prediction. It was even applauded loudly, saying that it was an accurate catch-up move.
The question was not about that, but about the military government that issued the order to assemble even in the midst of this.
“If we got ahead, it’s already too late, isn’t it? Besides, if a large army gathers in the north, the countries bordering the border will surely respond? Ah.”
As Jeolchang spoke, he realized the intention of the military by himself.
In order to pursue a few strong players, it is necessary to spread out, not crowd. The basic rule is to release scouts who are prepared to die in all directions, like the Empire of Heaven, and gradually narrow the encirclement using life as bait.
However, the military was too dense even if it had the characteristics of a meta conveyor belt. What use is a dense army on a narrow road? There are only a handful of people who can fight anyway.
However, this question, too, was quickly resolved.
If the reason for gathering the corps is to gather the corps… This pursuit itself is a play.
Patraxion smiled ferociously.
“Okay. Command, these things. They do fun things… Anyway, use your brain.”
If this chase was actually a chase play, there was no need for Patraxion to feel the burden. Because he did an excellent job. Now he had to prepare for a real battle.
However, the magistrate, who had not yet grasped the situation, asked with a hardened expression.
“Hmm? Got it? What?”
“…Is Grandma a wizard?
“It’s not prejudice, it’s prejudice. Fix it.”
“If you have the prejudice that you are smart, keep it. It’s a good thing.”
It took some time to explain to the majang, but the war was decided anyway.
Now the fugitives have escaped the military’s attention….
Troops gathered in the Far East. The military preparing for war.
The empty headquarters. The true identity of the Signal Corps Command.
The regressor suggested it after repeated thought.
“Let’s hit the headquarters.”
I replied as if I had waited too
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