Kill the Queen 2

Chapter 2 – 0. The President’s Male Prostitute (2)

Bryllin, the city of glory.

The capital of this most advanced country leading the continent boasts a more beautiful scenery than our enemies think. Right now, even if it’s the Führer’s official residence, it’s so elegant that it’s hard to believe that it’s a place where a mad dictator stays.

“Early morning today, I greet the people of Bernhardt. This is Hildegard, the morning contemplation time that I visit every day at 8:00 am.”

On the soft bed, on the radio, a propaganda broadcast of Ga-hee, whom Bernhard was proud of, was being broadcast. Waking up with a throbbing phantom pain, I jumped up and touched my temple.

“How?”

I clearly felt it.

The weight of the lead bullet that pierced my bones, the fear of death, and my will to not yield in spite of it all!

“Why…….”

It was confusing. When I woke up, this was definitely the room Beatrix had given me. Even if you add the marble-carved walls and the furnace, the space is about 10,000 pyeong, and even the furniture made of oak wood.

It must have been.

“The all-out war with the Slavic Federation will be celebrating its 1st anniversary at the end of this month. I am very much looking forward to the commemorative military parade that will be held soon. I, Hildegard, are also inexperienced, but thanks to the kindness of His Excellency the Führer, a joint performance with the Brulin Symphony Orchestra is scheduled.”

The radio placed by the bed continued to play Hildegard’s clear voice. Called a singer-songwriter, she was Bernhard’s famous singer, a woman I fell for without even realizing it after begging Beatrix to soothe the lonely nights.

「In addition, His Excellency Adler’s fiancé, Prince Jeong-woo, is also preparing a concert for this military parade, and there are also scheduled distribution events for soldiers on the frontlines, so please look forward to it.”

But as I listened, there was a strange corner. It was because the Slavic Federation was a country that Beatrix had recently surrendered to.

“That’s not it, Hilde.”

It was the third year since total war broke out that the Commonwealth declared unconditional surrender to Bernhard. Of course, it is true that I have neglected to look at the war situation because of the recent revolution, but there was no way I could be mistaken for the day of the country’s defeat.

“The Federation is doomed. It’s already been three years since the war broke out…… !”

“What do you mean?”

In an instant, a neutral and charismatic voice came over me. Of course, Beatrix was the owner of that upbringing that sent chills down the spine upon hearing it.

Bernhard’s owner opened the door and knocked on the door belatedly.

“Beatrix!”

“Good morning.”

While drinking hot coffee in her steaming cup, she gestured to me. Judging from her neat uniform, she must have stopped by before going to work.

“What have you done to me!”

Even after experiencing something like that just yesterday, pretending to be so calm and acting out everyday life, I was stunned by that shameless attitude, and I growled and showed my hostility.

“Did you use your arrogant magic again?”

Even though a bullet was put through his head, he survived. If it was Earth, of course it would have been an instant death. But this is Bernhard. The superpower of another world, Bernhard!

“Why, did you lose sleep today?”

Beatrix deftly leaned her back against the door. Judging by the appearance, it seemed like a way to get rid of pretentiousness. Hey, no matter how much magic exists in the world, he’s the one who tore my brain to shreds. It was hard to think that there would be a way to save it.

If it hadn’t been for me who had been around for a long time and witnessed its formidable ability.

“Fuck off the rude acting!”

A woman who can even bring back death, I felt a thrill rising in a corner of my heart.

“Damn bitch! I didn’t think it would go this far!”

“Jungwoo, calm down.”

“Why? You took it from others well, but you didn’t want to be taken away from me?”

“Calm down.”

There was no way it could be. Enraged by the tenacity that defied common sense, I poured out all the words I had stored up until now.

“How many more times do I have to trample on my dignity to feel better!”

Then, the brittle, copper mug crumbled like a plastic bottle.

“…… !”

It was Beatrix’s work. She groaned lowly, making me shut her mouth with her pure greedy power.

“That’s it, calm down.”

Between the sharply opened eyes, the gap between the brows narrowed along with the wrinkles. It was clear what he wanted to say in that expression, glaring fiercely like an angry dragon. Suddenly, I became an asshole, and I had no choice but to listen to Beatrix as it was.

“What is the coronary artery problem? Why are you raising your voice from this morning?”

“I’m going to pretend I don’t know until the end.”

“Explain so I can understand.”

“You brought me back to life.”

Beatrix threw what was supposed to be a mug on the floor with a puzzled face. Nervous as I bit her lips, I tightly closed her eyes, imagining her retaliation.

“No fever.”

“What?”

“If you do, you still can’t shake off what happened at Partenope.”

I was bewildered. I couldn’t follow the conversation at all. Either that or not, Beatrix left me embarrassed and groped here and there. And when he confirmed that there was nothing wrong with his own examination, he let out a deep sigh.

“What kind of nightmare did you have this time?”

“A nightmare? Are you really going to stick out your flippers like that?”

“You really have a knack for making people wonder. I don’t even know what idiom is to stick out those flippers.”

Laughter came out of nowhere. What kind of nonsense is this

Was Bernhard’s great Führer just this?

Was he the kind of person who put on such a vulgar performance just because he wanted to lose me in such a self-determination?

No, it can’t be.

Although she may reveal her purpose without hesitation, she is the queen who never reveals her intention. Beatrix Adler, the Grand Führer of the totalitarian state Bernhardt, would never try to trick me with such low-level means!

“Something is wrong…….”

“Yeah, it was definitely wrong.”

Beatrix sat down on the bed the day she was standing there bewildered, pulled a chair and sat down.

“Let’s hear what kind of nightmare you had.”

Such a vivid memory cannot be a dream. Even if it was a dream, I can’t say what it was about. No matter how much she loves me, how can she recount the history of her rebellion and failure?

“May I ask what day it is today?”

Belatedly, the possibility of reality began to emerge. Raising my words naturally, I looked at Beatrix.

“My God, you’re forgetting me now.”

It’s a strangely fleshy bruise. Looking at her face, she looks a lot better than usual.

It was strange. It’s not like this hasn’t happened before, but it’s extremely rare. Moreover, it was an expression that could never be present now when the nerves are sharp due to the coup that I participated in.

“It’s the 13th.”

“What day of the week?”

“It’s Friday.”

It’s the day of the dead As in the West of Earth, in Bernhardt the number 13 is considered unlucky. Of course, she would be just an insignificant number for a queen who doesn’t believe in such superstitions, but she came as a very meaningful signal to me.

“I heard that there will be a commemorative military parade.”

“It’s new.”

“The Federation must have already been devastated.”

Suddenly, Beatrix started tearing me away. Looking at his face, he had an expression of whether he had gone out of his mind.

“Kalinin is alive and well, what nonsense are you talking about?”

Kyiv Kalinin, head of state and party secretary of the Slavic Federation. The Great Marshal of Steel, who had a handsome long beard, was trampled to death by Beatrix immediately after the aforementioned unconditional surrender. On Red Square in my capital, Kaliningrad, literally in front of everyone.

“What year is this?”

“It is 1942. Do I even have to tell you what month it is?”

“No, no.”

There was no need for that. Because there was something I guessed the moment I heard the year.

“It must be March.”

“Okay.”

Beatrix nodded. And I shuddered again. This time, I even shuddered so loudly that I couldn’t hide it. I don’t know why, but now I was back in the past. It was clear if this was not a low-level prank or a gimmick played by Bernhard’s Führer.

And as far as I know, she’s not one to play with me, even if she suppresses me.

“March 13, 1942.”

It was the date ahead of the first anniversary of the all-out war with the Federation.

“Beatrix, what is your schedule for today?”

The date here, March 13, 1942, has great significance to me.

“A luncheon meeting is scheduled at the official residence for lunch.”

“How about dinner?”

“I am going to attend a charity performance by the Bruhllin Symphony Orchestra.”

“If you don’t mind, may I sit with you?”

“You don’t need to ask for permission. If you want to, just do it.”

Yeah, you’ve never vomited on what I’m doing. It just suppressed me when I went against my heart or with that monstrous ability.

“Thank you.”

“It’s so strange today.”

It certainly would have been. The sudden change in my attitude was capricious enough to be bizarre even looking back on myself. But it had to be. What happened to me was so strange and thrilling.

“I didn’t know you would say that. Not to mention, he didn’t seem to be in a good mood.”

“I think I was sensitive for a while.”

“It seemed so.”

Her sullen reply made her stand up.

“I’m hungry, so let’s have a meal together.”

“You go first. I’ll wash up and go down.”

Beatrix nodded with a light smile. It was as if the lover who had been nervous just before had become softer like when they first met before he knew it.

“Shall I see you off?”

“Disgusting. There is a certain degree of being mean.”

“I was just kidding.”

I let her go with her smirk. The queen, who was tall and had a wide gait, soon disappeared towards the central staircase of the official residence.

Soon, a silence fell in the room.

And I changed my confused expression and immediately went to the chest of drawers next to the bed. Among them, I opened the last drawer and took out a tool box that looked like a toy.

“It is March 13, 1942.”

The parts in the box were seemingly ordinary tools. In fact, most of them did. However, some whose use was unknown were reborn as special objects in the hands of people with general knowledge.

One day, the identity of this that was brought in with the intention of assassinating that queen is a gun.

“It’s March 13th, 1942.”

I still vividly feel the bullet that broke through my bone marrow. I must have died It was once. And this doesn’t seem like Beatrix’s prank or gimmick. I don’t know why, but my soul that refused to die returned to the past.

“March 13, 1942!”

Originally, I was a failure. He was an idiot who lost the key of life in front of a storm called trials. In the end, he was a human being who drowned in cynicism and frustration without even thinking about making up for it.

It’s a fact that I’m coming to know now, but it was actually after I took my own life that I fell to the other world.

But what is it? He was pessimistic about his life and hanged himself before falling into this world. I decided to die and pulled the trigger, and here I came back to the past.

And that, of course, was March 13, 1942, the day I first took part in the revolution!

―Whether as a soldier, as a leader, or even as a villain.

– No one can surpass me.

Is it really so, Beatrix?

Are the abilities you possess unmatched by me who have gone through the future?

I firmly reject that view.

This crazy woman who wages war on boredom and slaughter people for fun.

You, Adler, do evil without hesitation just because you have the ability to do so!

“This is a God-given opportunity…… !”

An opportunity came that even I, an atheist, would regard as such. Even if I’m a failure, I’m not an idiot to repeat it.

I don’t know how this blessing was given to me, but I won’t refuse it now that it’s like this.

The challenge to your death, that long and arduous journey!

The time has finally come to make a decision. After assembling the single-shot pistol, I tore the pillow I had been sleeping on. He dug through the cotton inside and took out a bullet that had been lodged in the core.

In order to understand this unrealistic situation and take action, one last task remains. It is to be sure that this is not a dream or fantasy.

Point the gun at your temple.

Put your hand on the trigger.

And kill yourself

You have to let go of your fears. To prove this regression once again. Don’t repeat the same mistakes. Overcoming failure and moving forward.

“Early morning today, I greet the people of Bernhardt. This is Hildegard, the morning contemplation time that I visit every day at 8:00 am.”

To kill the Queen!