Chapter 103 – 10. Express Train to Partenope (3)
The iron horse runs.
Even with 8 cars on a dull train, it goes straight without hesitation. The power that radiates from that powerful run is not something that can be expressed with clumsy words. The track on sleepers is indeed the blood vessel in which the heart of the city is rooted.
“You must be a minister.”
The man who sat in a seat in the dining car for first-class passengers in Schnellfahrt Car No. 1 said. He had an impressive beard and a so-called false leg. He was a gentleman who appeared out of nowhere, lent a light, exchanged a few words, and then left.
― Monsieur Richard, the time has come.
— …… Finally.
―The person I sent will arrive there soon. From now on, take the ticket he gives you and take the train to Bernhard Brühllin.
Being an entrepreneur is a really tough job. Bastien, who had come from the Gallic capital by night train all night, squeezed his throbbing eyes tiredly. As a promising businessman in the colony, he was feeling a great sense of responsibility from this business trip.
― Bruhlin?
―The grand banquet will begin in Partenope, Campania.
― Is it a transcontinental train?
– That’s right.
That’s why I was keeping an eye on the false leg. After all, financial affairs are like Sura-do, full of trickery. The bearded gentleman who approached me with kindness was so perfect and suspicious. More than anything else, it bothered me that I couldn’t erase the feeling of seeing it somewhere.
‘My country’s SS is nothing to compare to the colonial territories. There are rumors that he does not choose any means and methods. That’s why you’re suspicious.’
Bastien put a cigarette on the ashtray on the table for a while and sighed. It is a long journey from Brullin to Partenope. If you were already so alert on the train where you were supposed to stay for seven days, you would definitely not be able to do your best when you really needed it.
‘Anyway, I’m sure you’ve seen this face somewhere…….’
Waiting for breakfast at the window, the flight attendant soon showed up and received food. It was a salad of thick short loin steak and asparagus. For drinks, it was accompanied by an American cocktail called Blue Sky.
It was a great appetite.
Moreover, the topography of downtown Brullin is notoriously rugged, and trains also often cause motion sickness. Still, he ate the food quickly, probably because he was accustomed to traveling by train and had good motor skills.
It was a contrast to other passengers resting in their rooms even though it was time to eat. Oh, thanks to that, the dining room, which should have been full, was rented out by three people, including me.
“Will you take my order?”
An old man sitting in a smoker’s seat raised his hand and called for the manager. It was the same elf I saw at the platform. It was very impressive that the head had a shiny shaved head and a nicely parted beard in Kaiser style.
A person from a small country in the Western Province of the Slavic Federation, but not the same type as a powerful person.
As can be seen from his relatively shabby appearance, he was a retired middle-class family man. A first-class seat is something that the common people can easily book, but if it is worth considering in the life of an elderly person, isn’t it still more experience than money?
“One serving of bratwurst, with sauerkraut.”
“What would you like to drink?”
“Reichskanzler.”
After taking the order, the manager nodded with a smile. On the other hand, he glanced at the butts in the ashtray that the old man burned earlier and changed them naturally. It was a service that stood out for its seasoned beauty.
‘Have you smoked menthol?’
The ashtray that the manager had replaced had four or five Kohel cigarette butts bent like a scythe. It’s impossible to tell just by looking at his appearance, but the old bald-headed elf also seemed to be a smoker.
‘The smell of mint is very vibrating.’
Bastian grumbled inwardly and rose from his seat. I couldn’t handle the sudden fatigue, probably because of the overnight stay and travel. It was time to rest. It’s a long journey and an important mission, but Schnellpart is an express train to Partenope.
The train does not stop seven days and seven nights. The journey has only just begun. So there was no need to overdo it. Turning to the bed car No. 2, he faced a woman who entered the dining car at the same time.
“…… !”
The SS uniform, the extermination police epaulet, numerous medals on the chest, and the most impressive badge among them! The iron cross mark that only the strong selected by the great Führer can wear!
‘Elfriede Eichmann…… !’
The Waffen SS high-ranking woman stood tall in her seat. She tucked her long, wavy hair and gave way to her train and passed through the cramped hallway first.
“Pass by.”
“Mercy, madam.”
Bastian passed her, thanking her in her simple Gallic words. Despite her nervousness, she was quite good at acting. It was because of a reasonable calculation that I dared to leave Bernhardt and use the language of my country.
Elfriede Eichmann is the famous head of the SS Extermination Nation.
If you are a foreigner at all, what else could be better to attract attention than a passenger who trembles in awkward Bernhardt words in front of such a woman? It is no different from talking about wanting to be interrogated because he is a suspicious person.
― It goes without saying, but you should never let go of tension.
― Any other variables?
― This is the intelligence that the Iron Cross is moving.
After closing the sliding door, Bastien glanced at the back of Elfriede’s head. It was a fleeting encounter, but not as terrifying as she had been told. After all, rumors are usually exaggerated and misrepresented.
– You must be very careful.
Even if only Amman has a cute and innocent face. In today’s war, the fact that you are in an important position is itself a proof of your skills. That is why Bastien Richard is neither vigilant nor oblivious. I am simply reminding myself of my duty.
“It is said that anger only shows its true value when it is hidden from view.”
“…… ?”
Maybe it’s because I’ve been focusing on other things? Startled by the unpopular voice, Bastian raised his head. As I moved my gaze along the corridors of the first-class cabin, I saw a spirit woman with blue skin and a faint presence like a spirit body, and her eyes narrowed.
“Excuse me, do you know me?”
“Anyone who can ask such a question is destined to find out someday, so you can say yes. Only the time and place are different, but we are all comrades who were born and raised in this land.”
It was a truly bizarre encounter. I could only express it that way. The glances that looked at each other as if they were searching for each other, and the lips moving amidst the noise of the train running on the tracks created a subtle atmosphere.
“Then I ask, can you hear this sound?”
“I hear you. It’s not the noise that isn’t singing, or the sound that barely gets buried in it.”
“I’m sure it is.”
Bastian chimed in. He waited for her words with less vigilance than before, as if the conversation he had just had had a trigger. It was a question and answer that I couldn’t understand at all, but it seemed that something must be continued after this.
“How are you?”
“I can hear you, madam.”
“Were you angry?”
“It always has been.”
It was an outspoken daring. There was no delay in the exchange of questions or answers. And more than anything else, a series of conversations completely changed the air currents between the two.
“This is Ines Dupin. I am a tutor for the bourgeois at Lumiere.”
“I am Bastien Richard. He has a small business in his home country.”
Only then did the two of them, who had a satisfied look on their faces, spoke out. We chatted briefly, and read more words from each other’s eyes. It wasn’t like passing a password or sending a hand signal with so-called nuances, but that was the case.
“It seems that the manager who runs the best company in the colonial rule is overly modest. Everyone knows the young entrepreneurs of Richard Enterprises. It is a company that can be counted among the top five, including Bernhard.”
“How can a signboard that looks good on the outside pretend to be a store owner? I just want to thank you for taking a good look at it. If you don’t mind, I’ll treat you to a cup of tea later.”
“I will be waiting for you.”
“Well, then Madam, please pass first.”
Bastien pressed himself against one of the walls and gestured politely. It was a move that took into consideration the fact that only one or two people could come and go due to the nature of the train, which had a narrow space. I don’t know if they’re touching each other somehow, but it’s more polite if you’re a respectable upper-class person.
“Mercy, Monsieur.”
Ines passed by Bastian and nodded. He also put a short thank you in his mouth. Since no lady refuses a gentleman’s concessions, her attitude was a model for the profession of governess.
Unlike Bernhard, whose old age of sexism disappeared with the existence of the Führer, there was still a tendency in Gallic society to regard such an attitude as a virtue.
‘For now, it’s just one person.’
Anyway, the important fact is that you caught the clue. Bastien looked at Ines as he passed into the dining car, and immediately turned around. I opened the door to room 6 of car 2 of the first class sleeper compartment, where I had unpacked my luggage earlier, entered and stood in front of the washbasin mirror.
Although the space of the train is inevitably narrow, the guest rooms for VIPs are relatively spacious. Every room had a private bathroom, and there was a built-in table that could be used for multiple purposes. Unlike regular seats that crammed dozens of people into it, it was a feat of money that only accommodated six people per compartment.
Gurg-gurg, the faucet spewed out a strong stream of water, just like a bathroom. It was a rather luxurious water pressure to enjoy on such a train. The temperature also came out in a variety of ways, from cool to warm.
Chew!
Bastian put his hands together and washed his face with the water. He squeezed out the liquid soap next to the sink and applied it meticulously. After that, I lowered my head again and dipped my face into the running water to wash everything away. It was a much cleaner wash.
“…… This.”
He paused as he looked in the mirror as he picked up the towel hanging on the wall. Seeing that the corners of his cheeks were sunken as if they had been dissolved in hydrochloric acid, he clicked his tongue and took the towel he was holding in his hand. It was to hide the unnatural hole.
“Magic means this is the problem.”
In order to continue a certain phenomenon with magical power, a certain level of concentration is required. Disguise magic that changes one’s appearance is one of the simplest types, but if you’re not conscious of it to some extent, it will work out quickly.
Bastien stared into the mirror and carefully removed the towel. Fortunately, the hollow hole soon disappeared like a lie. He tried wiping it off a little rough just in case, but unlike before, there were no noticeable problems.
He sighed, took off his stuffy uniform, and opened the wardrobe next to his bed. He put it in a drawer and took out a gown from a hanger and put it on as pajamas. A separately provided wireless communicator was placed on the multi-purpose table, and an automatic pistol hidden in a luggage bag was left loaded on the pillow next to the bed.
The last thing to do was to make sure the bedroom door was properly locked. After touching the lock, Bastien gently opened the window next to the bed and lay down. He stretched out his arm to the tabletop, tuned the communicator to microwave, and closed his eyes, chewing on the crackling telegraph code.
“It’s an eagle owl…….”
To rest before the blues to come.
* * *
What vampires and demons have in common is longevity.
Their longevity in this era of thin bloodlines is only a slight delay in aging, but the difference is stark nonetheless. Even in old age, if you manage well, you can boast of a young and beautiful appearance.
“Oksana, would you like some Eastern newspapers?”
“Here you are.”
Even more so, what if the preservation of lineage was relatively intact? Furthermore, what if the blood was thick enough to claim pure blood?
There are many scholars who study eternal life and immortality. However, the link to the longevity of a particular race is not well known. Even here, like Yegor Bukharin and Oksana Kirilova, who persist from century to century.
Tok, tok.
Yegor, who was reading the newspaper, tapped his fangs protruding from his mouth. It was a habit that I unconsciously took when I focused on something. The newspaper he was reading now belonged to the Yamato Kingdom in the far east.
As a diplomat, he was able to freely speak 9 languages in addition to his mother tongue, Slavic. Among them, three languages were at a level that allowed them to claim themselves as authorities, and the remaining six languages were as fluent as native speakers.
“By the way, Yegoruchka, since when have you been able to speak Yamato?”
“From today.”
Yegor, who responded briefly, added one more word with a nonchalant expression.
“I don’t have any knowledge, but language is all there and there.”
“It sounds like you.”
Oksana commented. Well, if I heard that from an ordinary person, I would have thought that bluffing was great. But the man next to me right now is Yegor Bukharin. He is a former ambassador of honor trusted by the great marshal of steel, Kyiv Kalinin.
How could an extraordinary person be sent as a diplomat to be dispatched to an enemy country in an all-out war?
The combination of longevity and passion for learning is frightening. It is even more so if high intelligence and excellent wisdom are added. Yegor, as he himself said, was a man with the ability to decipher a language he had never seen before in the light of other knowledge and experience.
That is why he read the newspaper from the Far East that he had brought with him before boarding the train, slowly, letter by word. He gathered information by reading provocative headlines and editorials on recent events.
“Check the magic traces of the Taito dimension!”
“A high-ranking official from the United States involved?”
“Ministry of Finance, it’s just unfounded rumors…….」
The publication date of the newspaper was well past the date. It had to be. Because the transcontinental train Schnellfahrt no longer encompasses East and West. Lately there was only one way to get a newspaper like this.
It is through smugglers, those who risk their lives to cross borders.
“What was written on it?”
“I heard that magic traces have been confirmed on Taito’s portal.”
“Come to think of it, Douglas Moore went secretly to Yemaek Bureau not too long ago.”
“The country of those goblins?”
“It is now a colony of the Yamato Kingdom. It must have been about 30 years. On the surface, it was disguised as a simple inspection job, but in reality, it must have been to sign an agreement in an inconspicuous place.”
Yegor, who started folding the newspaper, nodded as if he understood. Bernharde Reichsbahn’s transcontinental train Schnellfahrt was originally a route for railroad trade. Now, although the number of service points has been drastically reduced due to the war, it is not an exaggeration to say that there was no place that this train could not cross in the past.
Via Lumiere in Gaul, Bernhard Brullin, Campania Partenope, Magyar Danube, Lechstan’s Mazovshe, and the Western Provinces of the Slavic Confederation.
Although the country’s imperialist policies have blocked the path of the past, the line is still standing. In each region, there are still loose links in the way that different companies have express trains.
“The United States’ portal was a gimmick. It should be seen as a diplomatic trap dug so that no trace will be left even if an investigation team is dispatched later.”
“I think Kalinin knows too.”
“Well.”
Needless to say, it is expedient. And in a land where totalitarianism prevails, it is by no means an easy thing to tolerate such tricks. Molecules and regions dotted with gray can survive only in places like Saxony, where they shouldn’t be.
In short, the express train from Brulin to Partenope is non-certified insurance. It can be said that it is a route that has been kept in mind that the land transportation route needs to be restored at the national level before and after the war. And in the same vein, those who look further into the future guess.
What is the real purpose of that mad Führer, Beatrix Adler?
“How many dimensional gates have remained so far?”
“The only thing known to the outside world is ours and the one in that United States.”
“Yes, the Volga portal and the Atlantis portal.”
Yegor tapped my temple again. This time he was silent for quite some time as he recalled some memories. Then, as if he had managed to catch a clue, he muttered the names of certain regions.
“Brullin, Partenope, Ithaca, Volga, Sarhu, Taito, and Atlantis…….”
“There are seven in total.”
“Bernhard’s dimensional gates were lost during the civil war, so there are six. And all except the Volga and Atlantis ceased to function.”
“Even if it is the Volga, there are many eyes to see Atlantis because it is in the middle of the capital. Perhaps the one used by Bella and Shadow this time is Taito. It’s the oldest dimension gate that’s been closed, so it wouldn’t be strange to argue that it’s been reactivated.”
It was like that in an era full of myths. There was a time when there were seven gates between worlds. As of now, one has been lost, four have lost their power, and only two gates remain.
The six portals still had a chance of regaining their former strength. And the route of the transcontinental train, unfortunately, led to the cities of each country where the ancient remains were located. So Yegor Bukharin guessed from him.
The Queen’s purpose is none other than revival.
That we are trying to reopen the era of that old myth.
“Hasn’t Kalinin contacted you yet?”
“The command to stay in this time zone is the last one.”
“It’s the beginning of heaven and earth. An uncomfortable vacation at a time of great confusion.”
“The time for a decisive battle is approaching. Hopefully, he will have to endure it in order to get the revenge he wants to achieve. Aren’t you taking the lead by yourself and going out to the border area of the Three Kingdoms?”
Yegor silently stroked my beard. Oksana put her hands together on the table where she was sitting and looked at him.
All the gods descending from the sky to the earth have disappeared. The injustice that violently invaded from outside the world was also destroyed.
“I miss Yulia.”
“…… Yegor.”
“Isn’t that so, Oksana?”
This era is like that. It is an era in which sacred history is passed down through oral tradition and treated as an exaggerated story. People no longer follow invisible gods. They do not discuss their good and evil and their justice. For the past has been deposited in sand dunes, and beliefs have become faded superstitions.
“That Sergeyev or Pushkin is no more.”
“Know. But I can’t help but feel this intense longing.”
Vampire Yegor Bukharin closed his eyes, recalling the past prosperity.
“I believe you do too.”
Oksana Kirilova, the demon woman, brought out her long-buried memories.
“Yes, I see.”
Soon, both of them opened their eyes at the same time. No matter who said it first, they looked at each other’s faces and opened their mouths quietly.
“We need to talk about work. Looking at the faces on the train, there are many interesting authors.”
“I saw a ghost.”
“I saw a vampire besides me.”
“You mean the sleeping blood?”
“Yeah, I haven’t woken up yet. It seems that they arranged to be reincarnated according to the apparition, but it won’t be easy unless you have to go through a crisis of death.”
After that, we had a conversation about a topic that I couldn’t fathom. There was no interruption in the coming and going of questions and answers, so sometimes it seemed like he was reciting lines written on a piece of paper.
“It looks like a rough drawing.”
“Is there anything else to pay attention to?”
“There is nothing special other than a spearman. We’re outsiders forever.”
Oksana smiled softly. Like me, I gave my composure to a man who had lived a hundred years longer. And the two soon saw unchanging courage in each other’s appearance. Thus, each of them received comfort from a comrade next to them.
– Brother Yegor.
– It’s Yuli.
– Sister Oksana.
– Yes, it’s Yuli.
―Does Kyiv really love me?
People don’t know Longevity is not necessarily a blessing. Eternal life and immortality without purpose are nothing more than a curse caused by greed. If we beings need permanence, man would have evolved to do so already.
―Love is to believe, not to confirm.
Vampires, demons, and even the bloodlines of spirits and dragons eventually refused to live forever. Instead, they chose to live in harmony with other races. Nature and fate seemed to value the process as much as the outcome, and they willingly accepted the fearful death.
―If you really want to confirm his affection, you should also be prepared to lose him.
So Yegor Bukharin believes.
― Julia, we know how you feel.
And Oksana Kirilova also believes.
― You sure have a bit of a blunt side to Kalinin. But he’s not our god anymore. He’s just a transcendentalist who’s gotten a little ahead of himself. So please understand if the lack of being able to express the affection you have is harsh.
– You understand?
― You just have to fill in what he lacks.
The living are mortal, that which has life must die. Existence is an impermanent and lumpy solitude. Like a castaway on the open sea, we long for the land called truth. Sometimes that reality is so heavy. There are times when I wonder why I have to go through the agony of a wrecked life.
But Yegor and Oksana know.
Death is rest. It’s an ordeal. And it is complete Just as joy and sorrow can subsist in each other’s presence, so can life and death. A life without hardship does not know how precious the peace given to me is.
So they both truly believe.
This struggle to hold on to hope and face despair is truly valuable. While thinking of the beautiful Yuliya, who had to let go of her memories, she gladly praises it.
“Gosha? She started moving.”
“Let’s see.”
“I see.”
This life is full of trials and tribulations.
“Have you eaten?”
“Come to think of it, it’s already lunchtime.”
“We still have some time, so if you feel like it, come and have a meal.”
This death that must be overcome with a reward.
“Do you?”
“I have no idea.”
“Then I won’t eat either.”
This cycle of reincarnation is repeated endlessly.
“If you do, stay by my side.”
“I thought so.”
Finally, this great fate that will soon come.
…… Fate!
* * *
The sun goes down
The red-hot sunset pushes against the dark blue sky like waves. Soon after that, the jet-black covering the sky flourishes, embracing the holy moon. Reaching one stone, scattering cold magic, and saving those who struggled in the middle of the day.
It is midnight, and evil is born in darkness.
Darkness had arrived in the cargo compartment of Schnellfahrt Car No. 8. There was no particular need for light in the place where cargo was loaded at the rear end of the train. Most of the daily necessities needed while driving were in the cabin, and luggage that had a lot of opening and closing was also in each vehicle.
Furthermore, due to the nature of transcontinental train routes, food and medicine are often transported.
In the naturally dark cargo compartment, precise magic and various mechanical devices work non-stop. It not only makes the room completely enclosed, but also keeps the temperature low, creating an environment like a cryogenic freezer.
The extreme, that is, a place where it is difficult for ordinary people to stay for a long time.
In the cargo compartment of Car No. 8, the great Führer’s servant woke up. The world was so black that it was impossible to see even an inch in front of it. And he muttered as if whispering to someone why he was not restricted by sight.
“I am Radiant, Tereza.”
It wasn’t too difficult to breathe in the frost-cold air. Because the narrator was none other than Elfriede Eichmann, the brilliance of the last stone of the Iron Cross.
“Darkness is just a sidekick that makes me stand out.”
The special summons of the Republic of Bernhard only counts the armed forces possessed by the individual. It is suicidal to look down on someone who can produce corps-level power alone, no matter how stupid he is. Even if it is a madman who claims to be the light himself.
Well, Elfriede Eichmann had that aspect from the beginning.
She was a fickle, impulsive maniac. She was a person whose symptoms were so serious that she was not even aware of them, let alone thought to treat them.
Of course, even if she was aware of it, nothing would have changed. Those who belonged to the Iron Cross in the first place are not beings who can be controlled by mere psychiatrists. The only thing they believe in and follow is the great Führer Beatrix Adler.
“Yeah, I wasn’t like this from the beginning either.”
But on the other hand, it’s just as it says. Regardless of the distinction between good and evil, everyone has times when they are innocent. Elfriede was no exception. There was a time when she was naive in her past, buried deep in her heart. Isn’t that why the brilliance of the Iron Cross’s last stone was born today?
“You can’t beat me though.”
Two shining eyes pierced the darkness. Overcoming the unfathomable darkness, I put the lover in front of me whom I could not help but love into my field of vision.
Teresa Canaris.
I saw her in the thick, gloomy void. In reality, her hair and skin were stripped of her body, but Elfriede clearly saw the vision of a dear woman from her corpse-like body.
“When this is over, I will strip you naked and lust for you all night long. I will make you a prisoner of my pleasure so that you will never leave me again.”
It was a dying body. The bare dermis from head to toe was the result of a terrible malice indeed.
As if it wasn’t called a bounce field for nothing, the skin clearly showed everything from tendons and nerves to muscles. Only the veins that pulsated along with the beating of his heart told him that he was still alive.
Leaving such a body, Elfriede kissed her tightly. She stretched out her hands and caressed her as if to tickle her, and at the end, she clutched her proud breasts, and she was delighted. Even though she was fine, she caressed her touch more vigorously, which was difficult to accept.
“So wait.”
The aura of her fingertips and the saliva that flowed from her lips spread intense magic power. Eventually, she covered and protected the whole body of her teeth, which she did not know. It was a miracle that allowed them to survive in an extreme situation like now, even in a cargo box where oxygen was scarce.
“It won’t be long.”
After those words, Elfriede stood up. She waded through her darkness with her body, which had been cradled in her arms a little while ago, then she put it away and she set out to find a suitable spot.
“Cheerful…….」
And at the same time, a noise that seemed to come from a walkie-talkie dug into her ears like hallucinations. It was a magic manifested from the tattoos engraved all over the body.
“Can you hear me, Director?”
The voice that was transmitted through her magical energy was very cold. It was also laid low. To the extent that anyone who knows the owner of that upbringing would be able to associate the radiant blonde hair, monocle, and the four white eyes shining eerily beneath them.
“I can hear you, chief.”
Pod! A dazzling white light radiated from the back of Elfriede’s hand. It was such an intense color that I would go blind if I made a mistake. Perhaps it was because she was lying in the dark cargo hold, but there was a more tangible aspect.
“The communication connection is somewhat unstable.”
The streaks of light that floated in the air were soon tightly woven together and reborn as a single image. As the voice mixed with noise said, it remained a little unstable, indicating that full-scale communication had begun.
Chief of the SS, Heinrich Heinrich.
He, who was sitting upright as if he had an iron plate on his back, raised his glasses. He calmly waited for an explanation, even though his eyebrows twitched slightly at the fact that all he could see was black burns.
“Ah, please excuse me. It’s a little hard to turn on the lights now.”
Elfriede trembled. Heinrich shook his head as if he didn’t care. Although he was a man who made it his rule to keep top and bottom, he was not very authoritative, so he easily passed over such rudeness.
“Are you ready to report?”
The Iron Cross is always ready. El Friede stretched his hands out to the sides and raised his mana. Without even mentioning trivial details, I used my mana to interfere with communication magic and drew diagrams and data in the images.
“Raiding the safe house of the intelligence department was the answer. The two underdogs were busy following Jeong-Woo Seo’s orders. After dealing with it, there was a clue leading to this place, so I infiltrated it.”
Performance at 109 9th Avenue Böblingen.
“It is unexpected. Thinking of the past, I thought I would absolutely avoid that.”
Bruhlin Central Station, Bernharde Reichsbahn.
“Well, it must be that the determination is different. That would be at the level of a male prostitute.”
Schnellpart Express Train to Partenope.
“But, Gwanghwi, he is a man chosen by His Excellency himself.”
And ten first class passengers.
“Kuh, I know that much. I’m not being careless. It’s because I’m no longer the innocent Elfriede of the old days. I am also a faithful apostle serving Your Excellency.”
Those who truly care do not respond to the advice to be careful not to worry. So, I can say for sure that Elfriede Eichmann was not paying attention. However, cool-headed Heinrich quietly overlooked the behavior of his subordinate, and only listened quietly.
Aside from other things, the loyalty of the Iron Cross is absolutely absolute. Whether from longing or fear, they follow Beatrix Adler. And the man who followed the queen more than anyone else in the world respected brilliance in that context.
One exists for Him. The whole also exists for Him. Everything in the world is under the name of Beatrix Adler.
In this land, there are overflowing people who do not know such an obvious truth. Because of this, the head of the Royal Guard highly valued Elfriede, who wanted to be loyal to her master in her own way. Even if things went wrong, that loyalty was considered valuable.
「Then please report the current situation.」
It is never too late to make a rebuke after something has to be sorted out. Bernhard’s second-in-command is a great man who has the ability to be proud of himself, not just like that. No matter what misfortune happens, Heinrich Heinrich takes measures not to harm the master I serve.
“The Bernharde Reichsbahn Schnellpart, also known as the Partenope express train.”
Elfride rummaged in her bosom and pulled out a small booklet of hers.
“I looked in the crew room and there was a book about this train. I think it was probably because I was a newcomer that I kept it to memorize the structure.”
The first page opened was an outline of the structure of the train.
“This train has a total of 8 cars. It seems that the front engine room and the bullet train are not counted because they are car number 0. There seems to be a story based on some superstition here, but it’s not a very important part, so I’ll skip it.”
Heinrich blinked slowly. It was her unspoken sign to do so.
“There are a total of 48 guest rooms and two dining rooms.”
The blueprints that popped up in the images took on a form that was easily recognizable at a glance.
“Car No. 1 is a first-class dining car, cars No. 2 and 3 are first-class sleeping compartments, car No. 4 is a second-class sleeping compartment, car No. 5 is a third-class sleeping compartment, car No. 6 is a shared dining compartment, car No. 7 is a crew sleeping compartment, and finally Car No. 8 is a cargo compartment.”
The bedroom assigned to the car had a very simple structure. First of all, in the case of first class, each car was assigned 6 rooms. Second class was double that, room 12, and third class was double that, room 24.
“I think there will be about 60 people on board this trip. Including the engineer and the crew.”
Among them, there were ten first-class passengers to keep an eye on.
“Did the captain hear that our cute Tereza went into hiding?”
The list that Elfriede had sent earlier was loudly displayed. Unsurprisingly, the weight of the name written there was considerable. Because they were celebrities that no one could carelessly ignore.
“Just in case, it was like that. I took a fake ID and boarded the train under my name.”
The reservation was full. However, the seat he had reserved was stolen by Tereza, who impersonated me. And the other one couldn’t be identified because he bought a ticket anonymously.
“Therefore ten people in first class.”
I’m sure.
“I’m sure Seo Jeong-woo is hiding in here.”
“Why do you think so?”
“There is no other man in this country who is more accustomed to being treated as an honored guest than that male prostitute. Even more so, the reason he went to Partenope was to stand up to another traitor. Whether it’s weapons or money, if you want to bring it with you, it’s most appropriate to use first class, which doesn’t go through baggage inspection.”
Heinrich agreed. It wasn’t that there was no room for disagreement, but it was a good reasoning in its own way.
“Then, do it neatly so there are no regrets.”
Seo Jeong-woo, the male prostitute of the Führer, is not an idiot, contrary to his nickname. Unlike Sepyeong, anyone who knows the history of him will sympathize. It is by no means an easy task to find out what such a person is determined to hide.
“Sure. It’s not that difficult.”
“Chief, I repeat, this man is a man who knows how to hide and escape.”
There is a paper difference between advice and nagging. Elfriede groaned and let out Heinrich’s advice in one ear. It wasn’t an attitude you would show to your boss, but it was commonplace for the two of them. Aside from her rudeness, she had the skills to deserve it.
“Why are you doing this, Captain?”
There is a class in jeomji and Gantaek.
“I am Gwanghwi.”
If he is a man chosen as a male prostitute, he himself is a woman who has been chosen as a subordinate.
“Your Excellency taught me.”
Doubt is a luxury. She is of the Iron Cross. He is one of the disciples taught by the great Führer himself. What more confidence do you need?
“Is that so.”
Bernhard’s special convocation target must complete the given mission.
“No way.”
Die or die!
“Good.”
Heinrich nodded. It was a shame to add another word to that assertion.
“Then let me tell you one last good news and leave.”
“What is it?”
“May His Excellency come.”
“…… !”
“After this mission is over, he said he would grant a favor to Lieutenant Canaris.”
Elfriede’s eyes were burning with unholy desire. It was a really creepy expression. It was not only her eyes that glowed, but also the corners of her mouth that were torn so much that they caught on her ears. The same was true of her magic and life that flowed through her bloodstream.
“Tomorrow morning, the results of the other members will be announced. By the time the train arrives at its destination, everything will be over. The director must do the same.”
Rebellion and incompetence are unacceptable. That is the principle of the head of the Royal Guard and the reason why there are priests who serve the queen.
That’s why Yeongbugun and his followers had to be wiped out. Just like the Iron Cross member called Cheolwan did in the past.
“Leave it to me, Chief Director.”
Uncharacteristically, Elfriede, who corrected her stance, spat out quickly. The title was also formal, unlike before.
“Pursuit, Matan, Imprint.”
The only thing that could be found from that ghostly young figure was tenacity.
“Because you won’t be able to beat me this time.”
The appearance of brilliance that can be said to be sincere was here.
“I wish you luck.”
Soon, communication was cut off.
