Episode 398 Dead Man Walking (3)
When the box was opened, a silver pillar of light rose from within.
It is a badge embroidered with a silver rose of sharon, the badge of rank.
It was a symbol of the rank of major.
“……This?”
When Bikir looked up, Lieutenant Colonel Bastille opened his mouth with a kind smile.
“So far, the construction progress has always exceeded 100%. Last month, it finally reached 200%, right?”
“Thanks to my colleagues for their good work.”
“Hahahaha- He’s even modest. It’s nice to see a comrade like that. Well, anyway, can I just have a competent subordinate who achieves two to three times more than the others every month as a junior guard?”
The ability to command and command the prisoners is the criterion by which a guard is evaluated.
Bikir was recognized for both resourcefulness and integrity.
In addition, Colonel Bastille is a direct adjutant on the line of Colonel Dordium, and he is currently paying all his attention to the grand construction of Nouvelle Vague, ‘Rebel Ten New Work’.
Therefore, Lieutenant Colonel Bastille was also betting everything on this massive expansion.
In the meantime, not only did he allow him to safely remove the mess that interfered with his work, but he had an overwhelming amount of work compared to others.
“You’re not the kind of person to work with only 12 low-level prisoners. Even the great generals who unified about half of the world during the Warring States Period also started their careers with the position of guarding a warehouse loaded with military provisions.”
“…”
“I’m looking forward to it. The countless guards you’ll be in charge of and the countless prisoners under you will show you what great results you’ll see. Do you know? Would you like to advance?”
Colonel Bastille was a seasoned politician.
He saw Bikir’s extraordinaryness at a glance and determined that it was the key to advance the Rebel Ten construction ahead of schedule.
And that was a boon for Bikir as well.
“I will risk my all to change Nouvelle Vague.”
Bikir candidly revealed the plans he had from the time he entered the facility.
And this caused Colonel Bastille to wear a smile of utmost satisfaction on his lips.
…chuck!
The rank insignia in the box hung from Vikir’s chest.
In this way, Vikir was promoted from ‘Captain Garm Nord’ to ‘Major Garm Nord’.
Excluding the time Gareum was in the so-called rank, this happened within a year.
“Hahaha. I couldn’t get promoted this fast when I was a junior jailer either. The only people who were promoted at this speed in the first place were Colonel Dordium and Colonel Suware. You’ll be the first.”
“I will work harder.”
“Well then. You have to work hard. Now that I trust you and watch over you. How sad and frustrated have you been because you haven’t had a chance to show off your abilities? If you think so, you must have been lucky to have a guy named Shikkeul who is now gone.”
“No. I didn’t think of that.”
“Hahaha! That’s what I think. I think so. He’s been lucky for me, because he’s allowed me to find men as capable as you.”
Bikir looked down at the silver and black rose of Sharon on her chest.
This insignia, which is crafted with silver on a piece of BDSM, is also quite valuable as a sculpture.
But the important thing was the symbolism of this rank, that is, the various kinds of privileges guaranteed by the rank of major.
First of all, the major is recognized as the end of the middle rank and the beginning of the senior rank.
After being promoted to major, even if the salary is accumulated even a little, you are treated as a high-ranking guard, and the privileges resulting from that are as follows.
1. Within the limits of level 3, a maximum of 108 convicts may be conscripted at their discretion and imposed for discretionary service.
2. Within the limits of level 7, one prisoner may be summarily executed for committing a grievous atrocity, such as refusing to serve or injuring a guard.
3. You can freely enter and leave the entire ‘workshop’ regardless of time without separate instructions or reports from the upper level.
4. If you have permission from the upper level, you can enter the ‘breeding ground’, ‘execution ground’, and ‘punishment room’.
.
.
Bikir paid attention to numbers 1 and 3 of these.
You can conscript prisoners at your discretion and put them to work at your discretion.
You could even check out the workhouse whenever you wanted, regardless of the time of day.
‘……It’s the best condition to activate Poseidon.’
There was no need to be promoted above lieutenant colonel.
Not only did he have all the key authorities necessary for a prison break, but he was relatively unnoticed and easy to maneuver, a major that was the ideal rank Vikir had been wanting.
Colonel Bastille gave Bikir advice with a solemn expression.
“As a major you have rights, of course you have responsibilities as a major.”
With authority comes responsibilities.
A certain amount of construction progress imposed on a guard with the rank of major. The number of riots by prisoners
.
‘There’s not much left anyway.’
Countdown. The moment of jailbreak is getting closer and closer.
Bikir was already slowly putting into practice the second plan following his transformation into a prison guard.
at that time.
“Well, now that I’ve been promoted to major, I need to hire a new lieutenant. How about it? I can appoint up to three people as lieutenants.”
Colonel Bastille said.
Then, the eyes of the lower-ranking guards around them all turned bright.
Now, not a single one of the people who had been dismissed as idiots remained.
But Bikir shook his head as if he wasn’t interested.
“One Lieutenant Kirko Grim is enough.”
There was a slight silence around for a moment.
“……?”
Bikir turned his head with a puzzled expression at the suddenly strangely changed atmosphere, but only Kirko, whose head was lowered and only his ears were red, caught his eye.
Then Lieutenant Colonel Bastille chuckled.
“Hahahaha- Indoor dating. That’s not bad either. As long as you’re careful with a few factors.”
After speaking, Lieutenant Colonel Bastille looked at Kirko, who was standing next to Vikir, with a strange gaze.
“…Indoor love, hmm, indoor love. It’s a strange fate. It’s really strange. In the end, do children resemble their parents?”
For some reason, the voice tinged with a little pity.
And soon he shook his head as if he had never muttered such a thing.
“Lieutenant Kirko Grimm. As an adjutant, a lieutenant is a somewhat insufficient rank to assist the major.”
“I will work hard so that there is no shortage!”
“You are already working hard. You have consistently made good grades in the monthly evaluation, and during the last level 8 prisoner riot, you bravely sacrificed for your colleagues
. He tapped Kirko on the shoulder and said,
“I’ve prepared your reward as well.”
Then he handed Kirko a box,
which contained a three-diamond badge representing the rank of captain
. I would have built up and learned a lot. It’s nice to have a good boss and a great subordinate. Let the two of you work hard. Always remember that your promotion is extremely unusual.”
“Old!”
Both Vikir and Kirko answered loudly at the words of Colonel Bastille .
Major Garm and Captain Kirko. Receiving envious stares
, he promoted one
rank at a time.
It
was just then .
He turned his head with a puzzled expression.
“What?”
“That’s it. An order came from above.”
“From above? who? Colonel Dordium? Or Colonel Suware?”
“…… Neither of them.”
Lieutenant Colonel Bastille’s expression hardened at the moment he heard the adjutant’s
report
. ‘Black Tongue’ Lieutenant Colonel is showing interest.”
Lieutenant Colonel Bastille put his hand on his face.
“…What kind of whim has that madman suddenly had?
” Don’t you think you’re wearing it?”
“Yes. There is nothing wrong with military law. Thanks are always given to exceptional special treatment.”
The conversation between Lieutenant Colonel Bastille and the adjutant was getting more and more serious.
Meanwhile, Vikir, who was watching it from the side, thought.
‘……Black tongue.’
Lieutenant Colonel “Black Tongue”. He has no name and is known by the unpleasant nickname “Black Tongue.”
He is one of the five chief guards representing New Wave and is a member of the “Audit Team”.
However, the Audit Team is a team and an institution in fact. It consists of only one black tongue lieutenant colonel.
Another nickname for the black tongue lieutenant colonel is ‘the jailer who catches the jailer.’
Since the laws of the land do not reach New Wave, it has its own system of laws and punishments, which are not prisoners, but jailers. The same is true for
the Black Tongue lieutenant colonel, who is unusual for a jailer, not punishing the prisoner, but punishes the
jailer. However , as a low-level guard who has
never made a big mistake in the first place, he is a person who is not particularly encountered, so in a way, he is also a person who is less known than Brigadier Flubber, whose identity is the most mysterious among the 5 chiefs. Bikir pondered for a moment, ‘…
a
black tongue lieutenant colonel.
Unlike BDSM or Flubber, which was essential to meet before the prison break, the black tongue had no direct business.
However, the reason Vikir wanted to see the black tongue lieutenant colonel was for a very personal business
. Then
.
There was a dull noise.
It was the
grinding of teeth. Bikir heard it and turned his head.
There Kirko stood there, calm and calm.
“…”
But judging from the faint veins in her neck and jaw , Kirko seems to be the one who did it.
When Vikir was about to call Kirko to find out what was going on.
“Captain Gareum Major Kirko. I need to go to the audit room right now.”
Lieutenant Colonel Bastille opened his mouth again
. You guys have a clear background, clear past, and clear achievements in the past, so nothing special will happen. Just…”
he continued in a slightly pensive voice.
“Black tongue lieutenant colonel. Judging ‘personally’, he’s someone to be very careful with. Just keep that in mind and go.”
Ominous enough to overturn the good mood in an instant.
All the guards, who had looked at them with envy until just a moment ago, looked at Bikir and Kirko with sympathy and uneasiness.
But. In the face of this overwhelming ominousness, the hound’s eyes were as calm as ever:
“Then I’ll be back.”
Or rather, they were shining with ‘personal’ interest.
