Chapter 81 – 8. Underworld Occupation War (1)
Wanderers from the underworld roamed the streets today as well. Starting with the backpackers of the entertainment district, the robbers and bullies who prey on them, and the squire who rule the only decadent district in this glorious city, today, without fail, pollute this road with vices.
Truly nasty and sloppy.
In the first place, it is from the capital Brulin, but Beckenbauer and Saxony are especially wide areas among them. Naturally, finding an organization loyal to that big boss, Gisele Schneider, is like looking for a needle in the desert.
Like the mafia of the modern Earth, the eleven organizations on the streets where they shouldn’t exist don’t reveal themselves recklessly. They are, so to speak, a secret society with the character of a gang. I am not an idiot who will not hesitate to reveal myself even though I command and dominate this street.
A man with a waiting violin bag. The man who hid his identity among the revelry-intoxicated degenerates knew that fact all too well. So, the man who visited Saxony in broad daylight arrived at his destination after asking for a long time.
“…… Welcome.”
The shadow of the darkness of the tavern. As the name suggests, the lustrous and decadent passion radiated colorless heat in the darkly shaded space. It was a very muggy sight. It was so with the glasses on every table, but it was really so with that group of people committing fornication while standing.
“Any order?”
The bartender, standing over the bar table, was a certain dwarf. Judging from the fact that his beard wasn’t that long, he was quite young, and he was quite tall, but he stood on his feet because he was not compared to other races. Of course, even so, the strong muscles belonged to those who used strength, and the ferocious eyes were wary of strangers, so they could not be ignored.
“I heard that this place is famous for extremely sharp and strong cocktails.”
“That’s what Reichskanzler said. Twenty marks a glass.”
“Interesting nomenclature.”
The man put the banknotes on the table. In this neighborhood where yabawi play a game, visitors willing to give money are rare. In that context, the dwarf bartender looked at the man carrying the violin bag with great interest.
“Are you a first-timer?”
“I don’t know anything about it, but I do.”
“Women can bargain directly in the corner, and men can go upstairs.”
“Oh, I’m not interested in that.”
The bartender tilted his head. It was like looking at a geek. Indeed, nine out of ten people who enter these streets are prostitutes. The shade in the dark is no different. If that was the case, I couldn’t help but be puzzled when the elf, who had made his face for the first time, dismissed it as not interested in such a thing.
“But how long does it take to drink?”
The man grinned It was a laugh without a good friend. Only then did the bartender move his hand, mix some of the cardiotonic substances into the drink, and quickly whip up a cocktail called Grahis Kanzler.
“Here he is.”
“Hey, drink well.”
Clap clack. The man, who gulped down the poisoned wine with his white nape exposed, put down his glass. It was a great horsemanship. Reichskanzler was a liquor boasting a terrifying alcohol content, so much so that it took its name from the great Führer of Bernhard.
“Kyaha!”
“If you drink like that, you’ll go hooked.”
“That’s right. When I drink, my fingertips always tremble when I pull the trigger.”
“…… A trigger?”
The bartender showed vigilance once more. This time it was of the kind that would be difficult to get rid of easily. Even so, the man, the elf who could be called a crow, shrugged his shoulders and pointed at the banknote he had put down earlier with his fingertips. The bills that had not yet been collected were large denominations.
“What are you planning to do?”
A whopping 1000 marks each.
“Well?”
“I must ask the question differently. How did you find this place?”
A noble dwarf is a prey that everyone covets. Even so, Beckenbauer is an easy opponent here in Saxony, where violence for no reason strikes. But why? There were no signs of defense for this male elf who took the first step.
And that soon suggests that he came to this deep shadow of darkness and was not threatened of any kind, or, on the contrary, all threats were easily defeated.
“Answer carefully. Depending on your answer, we may not be able to take responsibility for your safety.”
“Seeing you say that, I guess this is where the famous Saxon Brotherhood leader resides, doesn’t it?”
“…… !”
The bartender hid his hands under the table. The visitor man is an elf. A dwarf who is treated as Bernhard’s number one citizen. A race that stands at the opposite crossroads from us dwarves, who are treated as the number one inmates of the extermination camp.
“Hey, why don’t you put your hand on the table. It’s too rude to bring out a gun to a customer who tipped 980 marks.”
“You are smart. How can a nobleman who knows our physiology so well tell us to put down the gun?”
“Is Hans upstairs?”
“The boss is not a great man for a dwarf like you to call his name carelessly.”
“Then go and tell him instead. I’m saying that Julich Renner looks a little like you.”
Julich Renner, former Minister of Defense and second son of Restorationist Rolf Renner. Only then did the bartender, who finally let down his guard, put the gun he was clutching under the table.
“What’s the matter?”
“Hehe, it’s not something to tell the lower end.”
Those who wish to restore the monarchy have a deep connection with the underworld by their nature. Right now, even the 11 organizations that represent Saxony originated from the 13 nobles of the former Bernhard Kingdom.
“…… Take the stairs to the left.”
The bartender raised his hand on the table again and wiped his glass with a rag. Yulihi smiled and bowed to him, and soon went up through the stairs on the left. Unlike the stairs on the right, where you have to go if you want to find a male prostitute, it was a place that led to the third floor instead of the second floor.
“This is a place I really like.”
Julich muttered softly. As he said, the shade of the dark, where there was a cool air current, was filled with the heat of the enjoyment of those who were exiled again.
“Do you guys think so too?”
Was there another place in Brühlin that overflowed with such immoral virility?
“Yes, today is sure to be a wonderful day.”
Saxony is proof, so to speak.
“Everyone get ready. We will start soon.”
Proving that even Beatrix Adler has limits to her abilities.
“Oh, life is so beautiful…… !”
That’s why they say that even their shooters have sunny days!
* * *
Long fingers play over the black and white tendons. Enchanting melodies envelop everyone in the hall, and the chatter of those drunkenly matures and finally becomes cozy. That’s what resting place is all about. It warmly covers you from the threat of foreign forces that you deserve to be wary of and melts your sharp vigilance like snow.
“You hit pretty well.”
“The pianist is quite good today, boss?”
On the 3rd floor of the tavern Darkness, there is a base for a Saxon gang called the Brotherhood. It is quite different from the first floor because of the excessively precious roots of the violent arrangement, but it is not solemn, but the gentle atmosphere is impressive.
“Because I’m a young demon.”
“This is the guy Yorg brought. For some reason, he wore a mask, but he said he would only provide food, clothing, and shelter. One performance will make you stagger.”
“Yeah, it’s such a great performance that even a guy like me knows.”
“Then why is your complexion so dark?”
“It’s because of what I’m doing these days. I thought it was okay now, but it kept reminding me of the old days.”
Words that come and go with a glass of wine are not trivial. But that’s why their lives are truly young in that conversation. Hans Schneider, the leader of the Brotherhood, and his subordinates Yannick and Jorg.
“Are you talking about old thoughts?”
“You mean sister.”
“…… Ah.”
“Damn it, there was a time when Adele inserted a metal rod the size of her finger into my urethra and stabbed it. I’ve been squirming around for a month since I got that damn assistant.”
“Still, the boss is a little better. Egon is still afraid of water despite being a bartender.”
Just as you can use the expression ripe for small talk, the same can be said for performance. Hans Schneider turned his gaze toward the piano, feeling the rising melody in the calm background music. Suddenly, after examining the performer’s face carefully, he tilts his head and turns his attention again.
“What kind of assistant did he say?”
“He’s got breath control, but I’ve heard he’s sold out to those who like to torture him anyway.”
“It’s as pitiful as my situation when I was sold as a bastard.”
“Me, boss? Sorry all of a sudden. Egon sent someone up.”
Suddenly, an abnormality began. It was from the stairs. Having lost the bet, one of the janitors in charge of the gate announced the arrival of an uninvited guest. Like the meaning of the word, it was also a sudden guest.
“Who?”
“I am Julich Renner. They said they came to tell the story of their boss.”
“Matan shooter? That human butcher?”
A messy atmosphere is added to the friendly atmosphere.
“…… Let it in Let’s hear what I’m here to tell you.”
“Are you okay? Somehow I don’t have a good feeling.”
“You’re not the one who can’t come in anyway.”
Who will stop the flowing melody? Julich Renner enters. Numerous thugs like Yannick and Yorg rise from their seats, creating a sense of intimidation, while the gunner carrying a violin bag walks away without even trying to hide that what is in it is a gun.
“Is that Hans? Nice to meet you I am Julich Renner.”
“I don’t think there is a need to say hello to each other. What is your business?”
“Hey, it’s nice that this talk is fast. I have come to tell you good things.”
“You sound like someone from the church. Have you come to preach the gospel of the angels?”
“Ah, it’s hotter than that!”
Brotherhood leader. A werewolf with thick fangs. A servant trusted by the great leader of Saxony.
“Mr. Hans Schneider.”
“Tell me.”
Julich opened his mouth with a smirk. He is a surprisingly bright person. Despite the weight of the sinful karma that oppresses me, because of his birth, he never shows pain and smiles brightly.
“I am Private First Class Günzburg.”
All of the magic bullets were like that.
“My father was a royal guard, and my mother was Princess Adalhedis’s nanny.”
They were the ones who were constantly trying to get away from their sins, only in different ways.
“The extremely noble King Bernhard, His Majesty Alexander sent my father to Prime Minister Renner as an escort. Naturally, my family had a strong friendship with the Prime Minister’s family. Thanks to that, I followed Captain Julich from a young age and played the role of the youngest.”
The performer spurred on.
“I am Corporal Matheus.”
No matter the speed or atmosphere.
“I lost my father when I was a baby, so I have been living on my mother’s side with my mother all the time. My uncle, who was like my father, was a publican belonging to the tax collection bureau in Brullin, but he wasn’t Cheongbaekri after all…….」
「Keuk-kuk, your uncle is my father and the money you skipped will be dozens of houses in the former Rosengart.」
「Ah boss! Let’s wear it when we wear it and get it on when we get it off!”
“Why am I still the captain? It’s this way now.”
“I’m really going back!”
At the moment when everyone is not relaxed, Yulihi speaks.
“This is Sergeant Voldemar. My father was a eunuch. He was a royal eunuch, so I know he held onto a lot of power, but I heard that he took me, an orphan, because he couldn’t leave offspring. I don’t know if he behaved badly on the outside, but to me he was a father who lacked nothing. He was more like a father than his real father.”
“I am Lieutenant Freger. I have a wife who is due to give birth in two months.”
“Ah, boss. If there is anything you need to do with me in the future, please take the second lieutenant to a safe place.”
“…… I’m fine. Let’s get back to talking. My father was a royal blacksmith. He was the opposite of course, and his personality was so fiery. After the kingdom was destroyed, he was offered to join the military department of the current cabinet of Bernhard, but he refused and died in prison. When my mother heard the news at the camp, she suffered a lot and passed away.”
“This is Sergeant Karl Heinz. Sergeant Ruprecht and his comrades here. On the one hand, it is also double-parent money. Sergeant Ruprecht’s mother is my father’s sister, and my mother’s younger brother is Sergeant Ruprecht’s father.”
“Both of our families were literary families of the royal family. It was like that for generations. Naturally, he had a deep connection with Captain Jullich’s father, and they had frequent visits since he was not yet prime minister. Maybe that’s why? Sergeant Karl Heinz and my parents entrusted us to the Chancellor the day before they were executed due to corruption in the kingdom. They said that they would carry all the sins on them, so they asked me to take care of them.”
“This is Sergeant Caspar. Our family was an aristocratic family that followed the Bernhard royal family for generations. Although their rank was low, they could not stand shoulder to shoulder with the great nobles like the 13 nobility, but the knights led by my father made a name for themselves and made the family shine.”
“It was a small but famous order of knights. Even my father sometimes regretted their helplessness.”
「Iron-blooded, but as the name suggests, they all died in battle, leaving only blood and iron in front of a single woman. The opponent was the Führer, Beatrix Adler.”
“Lieutenant Rudolph. As you know, I am the oldest. Rolfe was my friend. At one time, Linda, Lars, and Julihi’s mother, who quarreled over her, are also her rivals. Oh.”
“My mother used to tell me stories about Uncle Rudolph before she passed away. Unlike his father, he is a caring person. As a son-in-law, I must have a strange feeling, but you know that. My father must be such a fucking man.”
「Well, it is not unreasonable for him to say that. Still, that Rolfe was me. He’s a guy who rose from the bottom, unlike me, who didn’t have any official position.”
“Haha, then what are you doing? To me, Uncle Rudolph is more like my father than my father.”
“…… Certainly Rolfe has changed a lot. But there is something I can only say when I am here. Sacrificing Lars was definitely his decision. But not Linda.”
The declaration of war begins.
“Originally, the leader of this restorationist group was Linda, not Rolfe. Not the current fake Linda, Tina’s mother. She was Linda, daughter of the Munter Ferring family.”
“By the way, the Munterferring family is a collateral family of the Bernhard royal family.”
“Linda Munterfering was a wise woman. She was to the extent that Queen Eleonore appointed her as the godmother of Princess Adal Hedis and Princess Victoria.”
“The very Queen Eleonore’s family will be the captain’s in-laws.”
“I absolutely do not know that feeling of resentment of Rolfe, now that I have peeked into her memories. But he speaks for him as his close friend. He won’t ask for forgiveness, but he begs for sympathy. If I can get you the wages of my labor, I will ask for it as a sympathy for Rolfe.”
Memories harmonized with the melody are washed away. The man who promised to lead them then promised. Even if I can’t do it because this anger hasn’t subsided yet, I will definitely do it in the future.
“You promised.”
“You promised.”
“I will believe you.”
“We will give our all.”
It is easy to hate, but difficult to forgive. Still, what the man offered was forgiveness and trust. That is why Julich Renner is here. I’m declaring war on that group of Brotherhood.
「For Bernhard!」
Last morning, while the former defense minister was away, the shouts that filled his home were nothing compared to this level of melody.
“I am Julich Lehner, violinist of the Black Orchestra. I have something to say to Gisele Schneider, the great leader of Saxony, and you, the leader of his brotherhood.”
“What?”
“Our leader will speak for himself.”
The performance finally reaches its climax.
“…… No way!”
The pianist’s passionate melody serves as a signal to the wicked, who were called magic bullet shooters in the past.
Clink, click!
Papababak! Outside the window, bullets that couldn’t be more fierce than that rained down. Subsequently, a group of shooters clad in wind magic quickly occupied the shadows of darkness.
“Keugh…… !”
The assholes of the fallen Brotherhood. Among them, that boss, Hans Schneider, who showed his anger and transformed into a werewolf.
“Did Rolf tell you to do it!”
The beast bared its teeth and shouted. The gunners all smile and shake their heads as one. The wolf, unable to do anything because his subordinates were captured, gets his limbs sealed by magic bullets. Fall like that
“Their leader is not him.”
Now, the performance is over.
“It is me.”
I finally took off my mask and got up from my seat. Matheus, Voldemar, Freger, Karl-Heinz, Ruprecht, Caspar and Rudolf, and Julich Renner and everyone else!
“You…… !”
In awe of all of them, he appeared before the eyes of the captive enemy general.
“…… The Führer’s male prostitute! But how?”
“No matter how thoroughly thorough an underworld tycoon is, there are gaps.”
“The magic bullet shooter must have followed Rolf Renner, the master of restoration of the monarchy…… !”
“Write it down. There are no permanent enemies and no permanent friends in this world.”
“How the hell! Because of the vows written on her body, Adele sister will not reveal anything!”
As expected, the great leader of Saxony has already extended his magic to Adele.
“I will declare it as of this moment.”
I needed strength and freedom. And freedom was obtained through a war of nerves with Beatrix, who had no way of knowing what was inside. The woman who seemed like she would change her attitude at any moment and rapture me, she stayed in her bedroom for two long days and did not show up.
It was a genius opportunity.
“I am the Great Horned Owl.”
Repeated past lives made me go further. As a philosopher said, trials that do not kill me only make me stronger.
“The beginning is feeble, but the end will be prosperous.”
So Beatrix Adler.
“I am the man who will be the opponent of the Führer.”
And Gisele Schneider.
“So let me declare it again.”
Look carefully.
“The true owner of the black orchestra, the eagle owl Seo Jeong-woo.”
This is how I fight
“And the immediate movement leader, Julich Renner.”
No.
“All the violinists under him convey this to the great leader of Saxony and 11 organizations.”
It’s the way we fight.
“This is the beginning of the occupation war in the dark area…… !”
