Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint - Chapter 227

EP.227 Hello? I, the fairy of sleep,

Tyr, who had been teased in full swing, readily accepted the offer when an excuse came up.

[okay. It happened a long time ago. Let’s change places!]

For an instant, darkness covered my eyes. When I regained my sight, Aji was blinking.

If this is the case, is the sequence Liatir Agina or Regressor? Aji, who was struggling in the middle, cried out as if he was uncomfortable.

“bruise! out of me! I want to go!”

“Ah. Don’t talk nonsense. Even though Tyr’s darkness exists, the military searchlights catch human forms like ghosts.”

The biggest reason for developing ultra-high-performance lighting is to catch people escaping. There is no other comedy like that.

The Inner Circle is the darkness of a military nation that is full of humans who are exploited while being the most advanced among military nations. A secret land where only the essence of the military is gathered.

That’s why you have to move in secret. Because outside, day and night, it is full of people suffering from harsh labor and searchlights watching them in case they escape.

however.

“Woof woof! It’s cramped! Aww! Space rights guaranteed!”

“Write. Being lively is good because there is no stress of moving, but at times like this, it is more comfortable to like small places like cats.”

What is this?

Since the king of beasts is a being of ideas, he does not lose generality. Dogs act like dogs and cats act like cats.

Just as a butterfly makes a fuss, but eventually loves catnip magic herb, burrows into narrow places, and has no forgiveness if it makes a mistake while talking to humans. Aji also has a personality of its own.

In the meantime, the butterfly must have woken up as well, and a satisfied purring voice came from the box under her feet.

“Nya. A stupid dog that can’t come to his senses if he doesn’t move… Pity him. Are you sorry Keep your dignity like Nya.”

“bruise! Only he is comfortable!”

fortunately If even the butterflies were luminous, they wouldn’t have been able to move so easily. It’s better for you to be cramped than to make a fuss. At least there’s no bloodshed.

The butterfly’s attitude is too sharp to be said to be friendly… but in fact, a child who doesn’t harm humans is almost like a best friend to the point where a strange beggar beast approaches without hesitation and tries to communicate with them.

If it’s an ordinary beast, it runs away so far away that you can’t even see it… Or, in most cases, death has already been decided the moment it shows itself.

Do you think that the lord of all things is just to collect dogs and cats? Or because there is no answer.

“bruise! A violent cat is comfortable! Nice me, I’m uncomfortable! It’s not fair! Aww!”

“Just be patient. It’s only for one night.”

“Aww! violence care! Non-violent cold treatment! Woof woof!”

“Eh. It’s just a bunch. So what?”

“Eye-eye-eye! The answer is an armed demonstration!”

“for a moment. Is the conclusion strange?”

This dog has been exercising all the time and has become an exercise zone! I can’t. A handy tool in this case!

“okay! Take care of your stake and whatever, and calm down!”

“bruise! 10%!”

“Yes, take it!”

“Okay the bruising!”

Then Aji meekly lowered his ears and pursed his lips as if he had never done that. I tilted my head.

“I think I got hit by the operation force.”

“bruise! no! Fair compensation!”

“You did a lot of things to say that it was a fair reward for what you did. hmm.”

Come to think of it, I used Aji’s nature when I used butterflies to subdue Historia. At that time, just getting him to side with me more than Historia did a great job.

Yes, give me a bunch of shares that have no effect. Even after making an oath with the military, when the other side declares default on the debt, it ends up making a rough mess. I’m not really going to cut my belly just because I’m out. then you die

Cheering Aji wasn’t too difficult to begin with, but it feels good to get free carrots!

“bruise! bruise! bruise!”

Aji moved vigorously, as if he didn’t even know what I was thinking. Oh wait. It’s narrow, but it hurts to move like that…

[…The king of dogs. stop wagging your tail The fluttering sounds annoying.]

“Doggy?”

[No. Just don’t use my numbers.]

Whirik.

Darkness covered me. I felt my body being swept away for an instant. When my vision returned, what I now see… was the wall of the coffin.

The order now is Aji Tirlia Regressor B. Aji’s tail pointed to the edge of the coffin.

[The dog king should have been sent to the edge from the beginning. It was only loud enough…]

It was a reasonable choice, but as a result, the regressor and the Historia ended up facing each other and lying on the same side. Even if you do, this combination. When you mix it, all sorts of things come out.

said Historia, chomping on a cigarette.

“father. Thanks for moving it. this is kinda Wouldn’t it be a little too much stimulation for a kid?”

“What is the stimulus!”

no matter what Historia’s arms are still tied. He is confined in a coffin with no room to even move, wearing only one shirt. It’s because I had to put it on a doll to use as bait, so I only took off my outerwear.

However, the clothing packet can be taken off even when tied, but cannot be worn. It was left undressed on top of it.

It doesn’t look comfortable. I learned qigong, so I won’t get hurt or anything like that, but even if it’s Historia, if it’s tied this hard, it’ll hurt.

However, the regressor quickly suppressed such complaints.

“Hey then, you wished you had gone when they said they would send you away, right? He said he would send me safely, so he asked me to take him with me.”

“It is better to be a prisoner than a bait. At least I won’t hold on to my allies’ ankles.”

“The red horse is bait. the password you wrote. Isn’t that holding you back?”

Historia shut up.

The red horse is bait. The military braille code she took with her finger.

Clues are clues or information from demons that limit the other person’s thinking. It was obvious how the military government would come out, considering it as a decisive clue. However, Historia filmed it without a single hesitation.

The regressor, who thought he had cornered him, triumphantly provoked Historia.

“okay. I didn’t lie Actually, it was bait. But… you know. Wouldn’t the military who read it think we’d stay in the Belt?”

“…I know. I didn’t know.”

“Aha, I didn’t know. Will you come out like that?”

Historia was unable to answer and averted her gaze. Oh oh. regressor. Season 1 Argument Victory?

“What is it? Why are people the size of military commanders following me and being so passive?”

“…what do you think?”

“Shall we guess?”

‘I’m sure too. This guy is not loyal to the military. Most of the other Generals are in a position of loyalty except for the great song, but this guy pretends to be more sincere than anyone else, but can abandon the military at any time….’

Glance. Then, the regressor slightly bent his head and glanced at me.

‘Maybe the incident in Hameln and this guy influenced it? Hameln is a big event, but it won’t be the only one. what effect is it I understand that the two of you were close, but… by any chance?’

Oh wait. It feels like my thoughts are running wild again. Regressor Stop thinking for a moment….

Before my thoughts could be translated into action, the regressor killed his voice in a sudden thought and asked subtly.

“Are you… dating this guy?”

If this was a talent, it was a talent. A talent that can change the atmosphere with just one word.

Silence came in the coffin. Originally, a coffin is a place where the dead are buried, and since the dead don’t talk, maybe they lead the way.

Hearing the sudden question, Historia blinked and tried to figure out what the hell she was talking about.

However, in the eyes of the regressor, there was only pure curiosity. Well, it was more like collecting information for the next round, which is unique to regressors.

‘Really? Even when the Resistance rose and established the Republic, only this guy was oddly passive. It was the same even when the military kingdom was destroyed by another country and the new kingdom was established… Eh, could it be because of the man?’

Actually, it’s not entirely because of me. Although I did provide the opportunity.

However, Historia wasn’t a very nice person either. He smiled and said with a slightly lowered gaze.

“…I know. My lingering feelings fell, so I sold my country and left.”

“Oh really? Really?”

“Is there any reason for me to lie?”

The way to say it’s not a lie. I know because I used it a lot.

It’s true that lingering feelings are dripping, but it’s not because you’re dating! Historia’s lingering feelings aren’t like that!

‘Huh? really? was it really come on! Come to think of it, I’ve never heard of a Musketeer getting married to anyone! that is?!’

The regressor, who had no idea even after he had asked, asked with a flash of curiosity.

“Were you dating? Since Hameln? what grade?”

“well. It’s hard to just cut it out. We’ve been so close for so long, I can’t tell when that relationship came about.”

“Wow.”

The disgrace ends there, Historia. I intervened before things got out of hand.

“hey! Stop talking about normal people! I’ve never been in a relationship like that in the first place, so I guess I couldn’t guess!”

When I shouted, the regressor turned his head and screamed loudly.

“The coffins are all ringing! It’s noisy, so those who don’t care, be quiet!”

“yes? It’s my story, but I’m a guy you don’t care about?”

But be that as it may. The regressor turned his attention to me and focused exclusively on Historia. what is this I feel like you don’t trust what I’m saying… Have you been teasing me so much that you can’t work?

Why did you hear Historia’s story? you made the wrong choice

“Is that so? How did you find out?”

“We were classmates who entered the school around the same time. We knew each other from the beginning. In addition, I, Lancart Huey, were famous for being geniuses from the time I entered the school… In my heart, we saw each other as competitors.”

what is the competitor I was the overwhelming number one. The second place was different depending on the state of the country and the criteria for judgment, but there was no dispute about the first place.

“Who was number one?”

“It was close, but the first place was always Huey. I was always second.”

“Sheesh, you mean that was real?”

‘I hoped it was a bluff!’

Impure thoughts. Elementary. I cheat your judgment, not information. It doesn’t even take false information to fool you.

“I was working hard, engrossed, and exploring to beat Huey… I wonder if it got stained.”

“Whoa.”

look. no need You just get tricked into the story. I can’t do this. I don’t know if it will work, but let’s dry it for now.

“That Mr. Shay.”

“Because it’s noisy!”

“We talked quietly…”

Jeop. okay. Chew and bite. I don’t care how you fool me….

‘Uh hmm. It’s about Hugh’s old story… Well, if he was like Hugh, he would have been wooed by several people… The feeling is subtle, but let’s hear it.’

Is it okay for me not to care? It’s hard to act because the coffin is narrow, but it’s difficult when strange rumors spread!

The regressor kept asking questions without anyone noticing my anxiety.

“…Ha But it’s that secondary military school? How can we date when we all live in the same place and the instructors are watching us?”

“If you want to, there are many ways. During free sparring, pointing out each other and sparring. We learn each other by fighting each other until we are drenched in sweat.”

“Wow…”

‘It’s kind of… pretty romantic.’

romantic? Do you also have a brain made of muscles? Has the meaning of romantic changed to one-sided beatings these days?

“Sometimes we share the magic weed that one person smoked…”

“Huh? Aren’t you supposed to smoke magic vinegar with your mouth?”

“Whoa. How would you do that?”

“That is. Indirect…”

‘Wow. It’s a bit of a thrilling feeling…’

It was a big deal. The regressor got caught in his trick and the mode changed slightly. Where did you go in the regressor mode that was relentlessly digging up information for the next round? Are you addicted to fabricated stories?

‘Is that really true…! Sharing the magic weed we used to smoke!’

Meanwhile, a dark energy came from the other side. It was Tyr.

Oh, there was one more person here who fell for the fabricated story. By the way, what kind of dissatisfaction do you share

with the magic weed? On the topic of making a fuss when you get hurt even a little! It’s really cold-mouthed!’

Tyr, who had been listening intently to this conversation, pretending not to be interested, shot his sad feelings at me.

No, what does that have to do with this? Not all bodily fluids are blood. They don’t use blood as saliva like vampires. Why are you using the expression cheap?

there! He unilaterally stole the magical herb and smoked it, so I couldn’t resist! It’s unfair!

In the meantime, the regressor was asking questions with sincere immersion, where did the idea of obtaining information about the other person go?

“I heard that you have to go through a set routine from the moment you open your eyes to the moment you fall asleep at a military school, but don’t you have time to meet them?”

“Because me and Hugh have a special curriculum. A few subjects were waived and I had plenty of free time. We shared that time.”

“Wow…”

Share?

I was going to make it in the morning during my free time to sleep in, so I jumped in and changed it arbitrarily, saying that I should exercise after eating! I suffered from stomachaches because I ate and exercised every day!

Regressor Don’t take that kind of thing straight!

‘If only I had gone to secondary school… Heh. In the very distant past, which I couldn’t even remember, I longed for secondary school, and I used to admire the news that a musketeer who was only a few years older than me had become a general. Now you are my captive and chained before my eyes. Even talking about ordinary school days.’

It was a big deal. Now it has come to the point where it can be compared to your own memory. If this happens, you won’t be able to escape on your own…! In this black hole-like pajama talk!

The regressor, who smiled self-deprecatingly as he recalled memories that would not come back, suddenly came up with a question.

“what? wait for a sec. Then why did you try to catch him?”

“Why? Because it’s regretful.”

“No, you didn’t have to bring an army.”

When it came to that question, Historia pondered for a moment. Because the question reached her true heart.

Eventually, however, Historia, reminding me that I was also listening in this coffin, spoke to me through the regressor.

“…In Hameln, Huey ran away leisurely by himself even then. It’s something I might have missed again by myself, and… he had to be interrogated.”

“Falling into the river with the students? It’s a big deal, but you heard it all a while ago, right? In the end, the military government killed it, so why are you trying to blame it on this guy?”

“That’s…”

Without replying, Historia chewed on the magic herb. Unlit grass can only taste like burnt bitterness.

But taste is memory. Sometimes you find the taste in your memory, and sometimes you recall the memory in the taste. For Historia, the magic candle meant that time.

“162 people disappeared at the same time. Except for a few who fell out midway or chose another path, my rider completely evaporated. Graduation became a reminder of the vacancy. The kids who shared memories and drew the future sank below the river. Sometimes when I turn my head and see the river flowing in the distance, I feel like I am sinking deeply.”

Historia’s focus went hazy for a moment even though she didn’t even light the magic plant. It’s like seeing a distant place other than here.

“You can’t die like that. Not one or two. It’s strange that so many children… die without even thinking about coming out. If the military had killed it… I might have been disillusioned with it. It shouldn’t be that way.”

Historia didn’t want her motive to die. It was different from Nicholas or Lancart.

Nicholas saw students as part of the military and could be ‘processed’ like trimming hair or fingernails. He thought it natural to use students as materials on his own.

Lancart placed no value on them. Does he know if a pebble by the lake is washed away in the river? Whether he lived or died or struggled was out of the question.

However, I was with them and I couldn’t bear to call myself (who seemed to be) smarter than myself as stupid, so I just tried to test it in a unique way.

“But… I don’t know. Maybe the reason I think like this now is because I felt something at that sight.”

Historia, on the other hand, found someone with whom she could share her heart.

In other words, I was lonely. She hoped that those inferior to her would follow her. Even if he lacked talent and lacked energy, he wanted to catch up far and wide.

…It’s just that my expectations were too high and I was disappointed one after another.

“It wasn’t like that though. It must have been a plan I couldn’t even think of. If you had told me before that…”

I can’t even say that something would have changed. It’s because Historia was asked to help me right before the incident and came right in front of me.

I turned my steps because I didn’t want to mess with my classmates or this graduation practice.

A terrible remorse that can’t even be assumed.

‘If only I knew all the circumstances before and after. If you knew that… I. Did you still help them? Would I have made the same choice as I do now, born and raised in a military country?’

While earnest words containing real emotions were exchanged, the regressor noticed something and made a strange face.

“huh? Are you speaking as if you had seen it yourself?”

“ah.”

At those words, Historia lost her thoughts. With the magical herb in her mouth, she managed to turn over and muttered, even in an uncomfortable position.

“…it’s okay. I’m just a prisoner You can think of the rest.”

“Huh? wait for a sec! yet…!”

The question keeps getting longer. I can’t. It is a special measure. We need to end this conversation.

I whispered into the regressor’s ear as softly as possible.

“Good night Mr. Shay.”

“Huh?!”

and. I only conveyed my voice, but I straightened my back and trembled. Is this the sensitivity of a stimulated regressor?

“What are you!”

“What is it? It is the fairy of sleep. A difficult day awaits tomorrow as well, so I have to say goodbye to today’s self for a good job. Now everyone, go to sleep. Disband now!”

[…I don’t really need to sleep.]

“Tir is an elder and the kids aren’t sleeping at this time, so what did you do? Reflect! Kids need to get some sleep! Can you wake the kids up because you’re not sleeping at night!”

Suddenly, I was forced to end the conversation. The voices of trouble came out here and there from the regressors here and there from Tyr, but I ignored them and forcibly turned off the lights. Darkness came when I covered the small light source hanging by my bedside with my finger.

‘You keep repeating the same comments you used when you were class president… You don’t seem to have changed much Huey.’

Now I’m starting to feel weird too. Historia Were you really my ex-girlfriend?