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Translator: Hydrogen B

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◈ Omniscient First-Person's Viewpoint

Chapter 312

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You Worked Hard, Now Rest

Even if they said they’d give us general-level protocol, no one could truly relax inside the Inner Circle Headquarters, where actual generals came and went. If you really acted like an equal and rested too comfortably, you might get shot. In serious situations, you had to know when to keep your head down. Especially when we were the ones who caused the situation.

So we quietly slipped out of the Inner Circle Headquarters and headed to a nearby hotel. It was a special lodging facility for civilians who had business at headquarters.

The highest-ranking officer at the facility, Administrative Supply Officer Sergeant Elpasa, snapped off an enormous salute at Historia.

“It-it-it is an honor! Major Historia and four accompanying personnel, confirmed! Orders have been issued to provide general-level protocol to all five! Accordingly, I, Military State Administrative Supply Officer Sergeant Elpasa, will attend to you!”

‘Wooooow! It’s really one of the Six Generals! It’s really Major Historia! Outsiders never stay here, so I thought I’d never see her in person! Dreams really do come true someday!’

Sergeant Elpasa looked like a worshipper receiving a god in person. Tyr leaned in and whispered in my ear.

“That human seems not to have heard that the woman general betrayed the military state for a man.”

“Yeah, well. The military state doesn’t explain internal circumstances to someone at this level.”

“Did you not say she received a transmission?”

“There are different types of military-state transmissions. In facilities like this, level 2 or lower, communication golems are only for emergencies. Most orders come through communication relays.”

“Communication relays?”

“Yes. See that over there?”

Where I pointed stood a giant golem statue covered in intricate magic circles. Beside it, an NCO sat at a desk and chair. He was thrilled to see Historia, but he still couldn’t leave his post.

“That giant statue is the relay. It’s a fixed installation with only a communication golem’s relay functions amplified to the extreme. It receives transmissions from communications officers, boosts them, and forwards them to other relays. A repeater, basically. Voices can be transmitted there even without a communications officer directly linked in.”

Right then, the golem’s mouth moved. The NCO, who had been craning his neck to see Historia, quickly grabbed a pen and began writing down the transmitted order word for word.

Watching that, Tyr seemed to remember something and let out a low groan.

“Mm.”

“What is it?”

“Nothing. I am in a foul mood, so ignore it.”

“You make me curious and then tell me to ignore it. Stop testing me and just say it. I can answer most things.”

I’d already read her mind anyway, so dodging the topic would’ve been awkward. Tyr frowned and said,

“…It reminds me of the temple’s white wall.”

“You mean the Rakion Great White Wall?”

At the Sanctum’s main seat stood a massive wall, as large as a fortress wall.

The Rakion Great White Wall.

A wall said to carry god’s will, pure and white as freshly fallen snow.

Tyr grimaced just hearing the name.

“If possible, would you put something insulting in front of that name when you say it around me?”

“Ah, sorry. You mean that eye-searing white wall that makes you feel like you’ll go insane just by looking at it?”

There was a reason the Rakion Great White Wall was kept flawless.

Paper had to be white. That way black letters showed clearly.

If someone wrote on the Great White Wall in ink, those letters appeared simultaneously on every white wall in every temple in the world.

Shape didn’t matter. Material didn’t matter. If it was a temple and one side of a wall was white, the words written on the Great White Wall appeared exactly there. No matter how far away, no matter how remote.

It was sacred power based on the legend that the First Saintess once wrote words in the sky, and one reason rulers hesitated to destroy temples even through countless periods of chaos. It hadn’t protected anyone from vampires, though.

“Good. Anyway, that thing. The way a scribe waits in front of it is exactly like the white wall.”

“Well, yeah, I guess.”

The military state was a nation stitched together from every “good thing” the saintess who had seen all things once saw in the world.

Tyr interpreted my words a little differently and nodded.

“True enough. If objects have similar functions, they are used in similar ways.”

By then, Historia had finished check-in. Sergeant Elpasa handed over keys and several clothing packets, then gave a trembling, half-tearful salute.

“Understood. We will give you the entire annex building. We will avoid disturbing you as much as possible, so please rest comfortably. If you require meals, we will prepare them at once.”

“…Good work.”

“Not at all! It is an honor to assist a hero like you, Major!”

Looking a bit tired, Historia picked up her luggage and gestured to us. We left the main building and headed to the annex.

The annex was spotless and fully prepared, clean enough to collapse into bed immediately. Typical military state efficiency.

“Hm. I don’t see any hidden golems. Good. This place is safe.”

The regressor scanned the building once with Green Eye, then nodded.

“Now then, our schedule going forward...”

“Schedule, my ass.”

What a busy way to live. Schedule? Seriously? I strode to the innermost room, stuck half my body inside, and waved at everyone.

“We worked hard, so let’s rest first. Everyone, good night.”

“Sleep? It’s daytime.”

“Daytime? Nighttime? Don’t get hung up on trivialities. You sleep when you’re sleepy. Don’t fit yourself to the world; fit the world to your body. Be the king of yourself!”

“What is this even…?”

“Mm, mm. Truly correct words. Exactly so. How can one allow one’s body to be ruled by something as trivial as the sun?”

The regressor looked dumbfounded, but Tyr happened to nod along beside her, so she lost her train of thought.

“Wait! Do we have time to sleep right now? We still haven’t decided...”

Heh, regressor. Rest isn’t something you do by schedule. You just follow what your body tells you.

Ah, I’m at my limit. My ordinary body held out a long time.

As the regressor’s voice grew distant in my ears, I flopped down at the entrance and fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes, the world was pitch black.

Was it just night? No. This was the military state. A crazy country where night and darkness were never valid excuses not to work. The streets were always lit by mana lamps, so unless the curtains were tightly sealed, enough light should leak in to make out shapes. But right now, I couldn’t even see my own hand.

Maybe this was the afterlife... no, let’s keep stupid lines like that as jokes. This cruel world would never set aside space for some dead beast like me.

So then, what was this darkness covering me? Not hard to deduce. This texture that hid even my own hand, this darkness like black ash... it was Progenitor Tyrkanzyaka’s darkness.

In that case, getting out was simple. I sprang upright and shouted,

“The answer is, Tyr wrapped me in darkness!”

Well, I already knew from the thoughts I could hear beside me.

When I sat up, bright sky showed through the window. Despite the clear weather, the room was dim, and the reason was right next to me.

I turned my head. Tyr sat on top of her coffin, watching me quietly. With a gentle smile, she tilted her parasol slightly.

“Hyu. You’re awake.”

“It’s bright outside, so I guess I didn’t sleep long.”

“Of course. You only slept one day.”

“Ah, yeah. Only one day... wait, not only one day. A full day?”

From a vampire’s perspective, even a full day counted as “only.” Hm. Was I that exhausted? No wonder I felt stiff. I clasped both hands and stretched over my head.

“Gaaah! My arms! My muscles!”

“Wh-what is it, Hyu?”

I hadn’t noticed while lying still, but the moment I moved, brutal muscle pain hit my entire body.

I was the Human King, but I’d lost my power due to a certain incident. This body was completely ordinary. And with this lousy body, I’d spent yesterday on stim pack and mind-reading, walking all day, climbing ladders, running across gears, and even fighting. My overworked body had launched an aggressive strike against my brain.

Groaning, I shouted,

“Q-quick, drugs! If there are no drugs, then at least a doctor!”

“Isn’t that backward? Fine, then, a doctor...”

‘Wait. Though it was over a thousand years ago, I did work as a physician once... in a way.’

“Mm, Hyu. I have a technique for loosening clotted blood.”

“Sorry, but if you’re planning to put blood inside my body and do something, I refuse. Please don’t do that unless I’m right on the verge of death.”

“How cold...”

Of course I refused. Anyone would recoil at someone offering to knead their blood vessels directly. No matter how much of a wreck my life was, I wasn’t going to keep myself alive by putting someone else’s blood into my veins.

Maybe if that became common sense for everyone. But no chance. How upside down would the world have to turn for that?

“Ugh. Is there no one to treat this... Should I ask Mr. Shei for a mana herb?”

The regressor was dozing in a corner with her back against the wall. I dragged my aching body over to her.

“Hey, Mr. Shei. Nodding off in broad daylight? Wake up and give me something that works on this body...”

Right before my hand touched her,

an invisible blade aimed for my neck. Sharp wind brushed my throat and scattered. The chilling sensation froze me in place. If I moved even a little farther, my neck would be cut by exactly that much.

...Wait. What was that? I read nothing.

No, more importantly, she was still asleep!

I knew the regressor could move quickly with Heavenly Mirror. But before, she was at least consciously using energy. Right now, she was completely asleep.

“…Yaaawn. What. Why?”

She reacted while asleep? What the hell had she carved into her body? I lifted my chin slightly and said,

“Could you move this first?”

“Huh? Ah. Mm.”

The regressor gave a long yawn and withdrew Skywarbler. After a short yawn, she said flatly,

“Next time, don’t touch me carelessly while I’m sleeping. Right now I’m in relatively safe condition, so it only ended with a blade at your neck. If I’m badly injured or mentally exhausted, I might cut your throat without realizing it.”

“Who expects to get attacked for waking someone sleeping in broad daylight? Isn’t your sleep crankiness a bit much?”

“Hmph. You’re one to talk. You slept all day yesterday too.”

“I had merits. I took down Maximilien with Ria.”

“I can take down Maximilien too! It’s just Maximilien!”

‘Right. You did manage it. Back when I didn’t have Jizan, I could barely beat Maximilien by waiting until he was separated from that steel bug thing. Even with Gunslinger’s Gunblade Grand Intent, it would still have been tough.’

Her inner thoughts were surprisingly kind. If only she’d do the opposite out loud.

“Anyway, don’t you have medicine? If possible, something like a drug that makes you forget pain.”

“I told you, I don’t do drugs. Once you start that stuff, you’ll keep wanting to depend on it.”

“Why? Is dependency bad?”

“It feels disgusting to be bound by something.”

So that was why she didn’t use drugs. Just because it felt bad. Very regressor-like.

She was a strange person. Her thoughts weren’t that deep, and she didn’t agonize over complicated questions of existence. Even saving the world looked closer to survival instinct than sense of duty.

Same with mana herbs. It was natural to resist regulating your body with external substances.

Maybe she was the most human person here.

“Fair enough. You did say you were still a kid who hadn’t tasted enough bitterness in the world.”

“Don’t be ridiculous! I’ve been through way more than you have?!”

‘About thirteen times more!’

“And my energy art, Heavenly Mirror, requires my nerves to stay sharp at all times. If I use drugs, I get that much weaker!”

Honestly, never using them was best. I was a weird case with almost no side effects thanks to mind-reading... though if no one with normal thinking was around, I still got dumber anyway.

“Ow, ow. So I really just have to endure this pain...”

“You cannot do that, Father-nim!”

The door flew open, and Historia and “Historia” appeared.

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