Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint - Chapter 252

EP.252 The Kingdom of Steel and Faceless Men – 1

Fortunately, the ending of the collaborators’ story wasn’t a humorous one about the hidden collaborators being caught and exploited. The princess waved her hands and feet, asserting that the collaborator had indeed infiltrated the Resistance on a mission, had a vengeful spirit against the military, and had even seen her face.

It’s equally unreliable, but the destination has been set anyway.

Alchemy steel smelter. Where steel and human screams are heard at the same time.

we got there

Kkang-. Kkang-.

A dry and heated sound resounds. It was the sound of refining molten alchemy steel into ingots.

Since the military has signal soldiers, our attack would have been known throughout the military. In other places, it was an emergency, and the troops were taken out or the door was locked, but this place seemed like an isolated island. It’s not that it’s serene, but that it’s irrelevant and indifferent to what’s going on outside.

Even when an unregistered wagon arrived at the factory entrance, not even the guards, let alone the workers, did not show their faces. It’s just a bit sad. Only the screams of steel coming from all directions claimed where this place was.

“…Tch. Every time I come here, it’s gloomy. I’d rather just pass by.”

The regressor muttered in disgust, then found a confused shadow in front of the door. The clearly suspicious shadow lingered in front of the door, saw us, and strode forward.

The regressor, who reflexively raised his sword, lowered his sword again at the opponent’s appearance, which showed no signs of hostility or wariness.

“Who is coming before me? I don’t think it’s an enemy. Are you a resistance ally?”

Shiati gave the answer.

Shiati made a rare happy expression. It seems that she is one of the few remaining beings who only care about destroying the military. She approached the man, expressing her delight even with her sloppy body.

Three steps before the two meet. To prepare for any possible situation and to not forget the old days. Shiati checked the password she had shared beforehand.

“Where are we?”

The man also stopped walking and responded to him.

“Still under that river bed.”

“You’re all right, Carofald.”

“You are Shiati too.”

Confident in each other, the two greeted briefly shoulder to shoulder. Although it was very brief, the contact felt the friendship that only those who died together could feel.

At least in Shiati, the sentiment was very firm.

After a short greeting, the man called Carapald immediately saw the faces of those who had followed Shiati.

“I see a lot of people from the non-resistance side. Are you our ally?”

“different. We are collaborators.”

“what? What the hell is going on… wait. What about them?”

The man who saw the faces of Historia and I pretended to be startled.

He was a man with a neat impression to the extent of being exemplary. If it’s good, it’s compliant, and if it’s bad, it’s not distinctive. A man with a blurry face whose face would not be remembered if he slept today and woke up tomorrow drew an expression on his face like a blank sheet of paper.

The man, as if he had known Shiati from the beginning, finished his greetings and rolled his eyes as he approached us.

“Historia? day off? are you really How did the two of you get here…!”

Amazing things happened one after another.

Contrary to his attitude of being quite happy with the unexpected meeting, Historia showed a displeased face.

‘I didn’t think he’d managed to hide in a limb like this after he managed to keep him alive at the bottom of the river. Are you all eager to die? Why do you keep…’

Those who couldn’t be saved by Historia are remorseful, and those who were saved are the results she barely achieved. Therefore, it is inevitable to see them running amok to regret their achievements.

Historia, her mouth twisting, walked past him, avoiding his gaze. The man awkwardly retrieved his outstretched hand and glared at Historia.

“Nothing has really changed. Historia still pretends that we don’t exist and doesn’t see us. You’re really good.”

…as if he knew all about the Historia, he grumbled. I defended her instead of Historia, who left without saying a word.

“I’m not pretending not to see it, I’m watching it. From Lia’s point of view, the resistance is something that needs to be captured.”

“Even so! What is that ambiguous attitude! You don’t have to make sure whether it’s on the military side or our side!”

The man sighed.

It’s a really appropriate attitude, like a ‘Carofald’. The intolerance of distinguishing opponents with a childish dichotomy. While leaning on the favor of the other person, he even stands out for his sluggishness of wanting more than that.

He took on such an attitude that anyone could see him as a petty bourgeois full of evil, and he soon showed me a friendly smile.

“Anyway, Huey, it’s been a while. I feel reassured because I think you are there.”

And greet me with a friendly smile, like someone who knows me. In case I didn’t recognize him, kindly even added a self-introduction.

“Oh remember me? it’s me me Carofald!”

‘I am Carofald. Hameln’s last survivor. And the resistance, and a guide to guide them.’

Of course I remember Carafald.

He was one of the few children who survived Hameln. As an aspiring magic officer, he had ambition and talent, but unfortunately, he had a monster called Lancart as his motive.

Light that is too strong blinds the eyes. If he had pursued another method, he might have become an officer, but with a narrow vision, he could not escape the huge shadow of Lancart and failed.

okay. I knew about him

but.

“That day, you disappeared without a word. Although Cento was disappointed and Shiati resented him. only i knew That you can’t stay with the military. I was sure that one day you would be with us too. Just like when we defeated Nicholas together!”

‘Immerse yourself in the role. Be faithful to your role And fool {me}. I am Carofald.’

…The psychopath who believes himself to be Carafald doesn’t know.

who are you

No one has a strong sense of who he is except for a philosopher whose life has become boring. Even the face of this man did not resemble Carafald at all.

He is not Carofald.

But everyone recognizes him as Carafald.

Shiati, who was probably closest to him, and Historia, who saved him from the bottom of the river.

“Carofald. This is not the time.”

“What? The princess herself is here…?! Siati. how it happened.”

“There is a reason for that. Just calm down and listen. Carofald.”

“Does it look real? And who are they?”

Cognitive dissonance comes. Shiati and Princess Historia, who know him, clearly recognize him as Carafald. Even now, their eyes keep overlapping that featureless face.

But i know I can’t even get confused

The psychopath who claimed to be Carafald and no one else… paradoxically, was strongly aware that he was not Carafald.

Whoa. Look at this. I’ve changed the cover.

The workmanship is of a high standard. From introducing themselves as soon as the opportunity arose, to naturally recounting the things they went through together and recognizing themselves as Carapald. It is not a skill of one or two years.

create intimacy. I used to use it often when I cheated.

If there’s anything else, I can only imitate him at best, but he can even ‘transform’. Everyone, without exception, sees, feels and acts as Carafald.

This is… something close to a mystery.

It’s a truly deceptive ability. If you gave me that ability, it wouldn’t have been so hard to cheat. I feel unfair in this area.

I’m glad though I have mind reading.

If I hadn’t figured it out, I would have been led to the trap by something imitating Carafald.

Like a siren in a legend who seduces sailors with her song, like a mimic in a fairy tale who is said to catch travelers with treasure. He must have followed this being who came with the face of a friend.

So what should I do?

“good. decided.”

“huh?”

decided. Having mastered my mind, I read my mind through mind reading and imitated him like a mirror.

he is carafald

he is carafald

He is Sieghrund who overwrote Carofald.

no. Let’s not read that far. ‘Cause it turns out I noticed

He is not Sieghrund… he is the shadow of the military and the head of the Ministry of Public Safety.

The darkness needed for the stars to shine. Substantia nigra present but not evident. The night watchman… not the spirits of Sieghurund.

I’m happy to have survived Hameln, become a resistance, and bear fruit after enduring a long undercover life.

This is my friend Carafald.

“…I had roughly predicted it since Shiati was here, but it was really you, Carofald. I see a lot of familiar faces after a long time.”

Not nice. because you don’t know However, I smiled brightly as if I was reunited with a friend after a long time and spoke proudly to ‘Carafald’.

“I’m sorry, but I’ll be the first to claim the honor of destroying the military.”

what you think of me I will imitate you as you would expect me to answer.

When is a person most careless?

when you are sleeping soundly?

When you are admiring the beautiful scenery?

no.

Just before biting off the prey’s throat. It is a time when all tension is released and you are soaked in the inevitable sense of accomplishment.

The night of deception and deceit has begun.