Chapter 117: O Bloody Boom Blada (4)

Chapter 117: O Bloody Boom Blada (4)

How romantic. A man suddenly appeared from nowhere when she was in danger and proposed after saving her.

Romantic? Yeah, I guess it can be seen that way for others, but not for me. I was desperate. Because I knew the moment she let go of me, I would go from the bright, warm world colored with emotions back down to the dark, quiet underworld of a sociopath.

But she accepted his feelings. Giving ones heart and receiving another back. It was an exchange of emotions that everyone else experienced naturally, but for Ian, it was his first time, and it felt like a miracle.

Rumors spread throughout the Raptors. Something along the lines of War God Ashfields heartfelt confession! People talked about it, but it wasnt a bad feeling. No, I rather wanted to go out and yell back to them. You all are right! That woman accepted my feelings! I wanted the entire world to know it. To me, someone who was deaf and blind, Molly, was a masterpiece, an orchestra! She helped me see the world from an entirely different perspective! With her next to me, I was able to see the world through her eyes.

Gyosu watched as Ian waved his arms around, describing his deceased wife. Hed seen the mans smiling face, his crying face, and the various expressions between hope and despair, but it was his first time seeing his face look so dreamy. Knowing better than anyone else that only pain was waiting for him at the end of this story, the man was still immersed in joy, just imagining the past memories.

The memory of when he desperately tried to think of a date plan consisting of what he thought women liked before their first date.

The memory of debating on which color of necktie to wear during the strategy meeting until one of his subordinates interfered.

The memory of the day when she looked tired, him nonchalantly asking her if she wanted to come over to his place to rest, thinking of the efficient and ideal resting environment he had set at home, but instead making her face redden like a tomato.

The memory of when she came out of the bathroom genuinely planning to rest and how he needed to take care of her after hyperventilating.

The memory of spring. On the day he raised up her white veil and promised her a future, under the cheers of his only friend, Gustav, and his other subordinates.

The memory of winter. On a miraculous day, with neither sandstorm nor blizzard, their daughter, Leoni, was born. Leoni Desmont. His wife had been crying tears of joy.

Every single time a memory encased in a bright bubble of sunlight passed by his eyes, Ians face was etched with a warmer expression.

Dreams. Days that were just like a blissful dream.

His past memories were like a stream that couldnt be stopped once it started to flow. Even knowing that what awaited at the end was an ocean of pain.

It was the happiest time of my life. When I was with her, I wasnt the empty-hearted, explosive maniac Ashfield, but the human called Ian. But the more I became a human next to her, the more I was in pain and became weaker.

P-p-plop

Hahhhh.

Ash was scattered at the tip of the burning cigar. Living as a person. In exchange for that happiness, Ian had to face his past. Not as Ashfield, but from the perspective of the human Ian.

The Raptor society was savage, but their savagery had rules.

Taking the basic structure from the military, there was a soldier rank, a platoon commander, a company commander, a battalion commander, and above that, a Pack Leader, then Swarm Alpha.

The reason why the unique ranks of Pack Leader and Swarm Alpha were created was because of the strong recommendation of the Raptor Societys first Leader, Gustav Al Harb.

Water rots eventually when it doesnt flow, and its easy for the higher-ups to become indolent. The heads of the Raptor always need to maintain a sharp spirit, like a new blade. In that sense, the highest ranks, Pack Leader and Swarm Alpha, will be separated from the existing rank system and have a separate system for promotion.

The qualifications were simple. They followed the Raptors main essence.

You kill and take it.

When you kill the Pack Leader, you become Pack Leader, and the same goes for the Swarm Alpha. An upfront challenge or assassination were both permitted. All means except poisoning were accepted. It was a ridiculous rule that could lead to the foundation of the group itself collapsing, but surprisingly, it wasnt a common occurrence for the Swarm Alpha and Pack Leader to change.

Anything was allowed. So if they were challenged head-on, the peak-level soldiers assigned as the Swarm Alphas personal guards and the tanks, armored vehicles, and combat vehicles assigned to them would be beyond the caliber that a battalion commander-level force could handle. If they also recruited a Noisy Pack to run a radar on three shifts, then surprise attacks using explosives or snipers could mostly be warded off as well.

In the end, the easiest way to challenge the Swarm Alpha was to create a force as strong as the Swarm Alpha. Of course, it wasnt common for attempts to happen either. Since having the title of Swarm Alpha was proof that they had built the strongest force. Unless they revealed a weakness, there was no fool who would risk his life to fight like that. As evidence that backed that up, there were only about four challenges to ever happen since the Raptor Society was created, and even those were all to Pack Leaders, and none to the Swarm Alpha. Until Ian got married.

After gaining a family in just one and a half years, Swarm Alpha Ian Desmont was challenged twice. He of course killed them all, but he lost quite a few of his personal guards.

And today, he was facing his third challenge.

Im sorry, Ashfield.

Carter. I thought Id gone through quite a bit with you.

But you are a completely different person from back then. Theres nothing as foolish as staying on a sinking ship. You were the one who told us. Its only when you throw away emotion that the path clears up.

Heheh, were merely doing what we were taught, Ashfield sir. We only want to keep fond memories of you, so please dont try to struggle, heheheheh

Sol Carter, Ashley. Have you all betrayed me?

Ian, too, could feel he had weakened. Every time he returned home and saw Molly greet him with a warm smile, every time he saw Leoni in her arms, he couldnt escape from the thought that the people he burned up in the past also had families like these to greet them.

At some point, Ian stopped killing all of the captured prisoners. It was revealed that the Domes spy was among the prisoners that escaped.

He started to use risky plans a lot less as well. He was still a great commander, but to the personal guards who knew his past self, they couldnt erase the feeling that he wasnt completely burning up.

And the result of that was the current reality, where his own personal guards were facing him, standing alongside the enemy.

Hwack-tu! You spineless bastards! You cant even count the times Commander Ashfield saved your asses, and youre running away with your tails tucked because just a few of them died!

Kenichi, you really plan on staying there? Knowing how high Commander Tuiqo considers you?

Why dont you just go f yourself, Carter? Id rather die right here than lick that bastards ass!

Tuiqo Brahe. He had severely disliked Ian, and that led him all the way here. The Pack Leader didnt realize, and the significantly large number of troops considering he was only a Pack Leader told him that these people were all on that mans side. A Swarm Alpha could personally control about five tanks and several more combat vehicles. The personal soldiers that betrayed him were also on his side, whereas on the other hand, he had only a handful of his personal soldiers left and a single combat vehicle. But even among them, aside from Kenichi and a few others, the rest of the soldiers were barely trained enough to be called soldiers.

With not even the Noisy Pack left to defend him, the reason they chose an upfront challenge instead of an assassination was probably to mock his collapse.

But as one of the founding members of the Raptor Society, Ill give you a chance to attack first! Why dont you start, Ashfield? Im not sure youll be able to shoot even a single shot at this rate! Wont that shot be the start of your execution? Hahahah!

Of course I will Id have to end this quickly so I dont lose the ones that I sent ahead first!

Amidst the taunting words from the nameless Pack Leader that came from the comms of an enemy tank, the voice of an obese man who had once been his guard flowed through the speakers.

Heheheh! We learned this from Commander Ashfield as well! Leave no regrets behind They were a beautiful wife and daughter. It seems that you took notice and hid them, but whyd you bother when all you know how to do is blow things up?

Youll have to be extra nice to them when you meet them again. I sent the worst bastards I know to them! Since that b* was the one that ruined our respectable Ashfield, I told them to behave properly! Treat them to a full-course arrangement like they would a Dome associate! Hahahahahah!

Crackkk!

The plastic receiver was unable to withstand Ians strength and broke down. The slower they retreated, the closer the opponent got. Their position had changed a lot because of the traitors, but this should be enough. There was no more time to delay.

Ian picked the broken receiver, now filled with static, back up.

You learned well.

Im sorry, but I cant spare you even if you cry and beg on your knees! Puhuhuhu!

Yes. It would be difficult to keep me alive after coming this far.

Ian took out a small switch and a detonator from his pocket.

Two challenges. And over dozens of kidnappings and assassination attempts against my wife and child. They couldnt just sit and watch such a clear weakness go untouched. Because thats how Raptors are. Thats how this organization was created.

But before the title as Swarm Alpha, before having personal guards, Ian Desmont was a man. He was a man who started as a mercenary from a foreign land and ultimately gained the title Ashfield.

He was weakened, but not once did he become an idiot.

Let me teach you one last thing.

Bulls, still acting confident as

Dont hasten your step into the enemys territory.

Clack!

When he pressed the switch in his left hand, a blue shell all too familiar to the Raptors appeared. With a deep color, it was a high-output shield that they looted from the enemy officials. And the detonator in his right hand was one that triggered hundreds of high-explosive bombs that Ian, whose power had definitely diminished in the previous two battles, had buried in advance to reduce his sides casualties in any sort of way.

Its firepower was going to be more than enough to break the enemys forces and to fling away the combat vehicle that was depending on just a single shield.

I originally prepared this to take down the enemy with me and create an opening to escape for the others

Its funny, really. That Im going to use the preparations I created to protect you all to kill you.

Huh? Whats that?

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I was watching from the top of the tree over there next to the hill. The magnum that was aimed at your head blew your jaw off because you suddenly moved. And looking at how there was a blue glint of light just before the grenade exploded, the guy in the coat probably had a reaction shield on him. That absorbed most of the explosions damage. Its thanks to that guy that you were able to get off with a few broken ribs and some fragments here and there. The coat guy looked like he was hurt more than you, but he was still alive. Those lizard bastards carried him away in a car. And I brought you here after checking that they all left.

Eurrh, urhh

Me? I dont know why I tried so hard, either. Kekeke! I was just deciding to quit killing people and start a new life, maybe pick up my old dream of becoming a doctor, and what do you know? Theres a half-dead corpse right in front of me. I did it because I wanted to. It doesnt mean much.

Woojin tightened the mans prosthetics. He didnt have anything rare like anesthetics, so the man should have been wide-awake, but the man was just blankly staring at something as if he couldnt feel the pain at all.

Ah, this? I sorted through the house a bit while you were asleep. I went in to check if there was anything useful, but the shenanigans with the fire and explosions turned everything to ashes, aside from a few metal scraps. That ones the only one that looked usable out of them. Is it yours?

Ians hand tightly clenched around the scorched metal shrapnel on the tray.

It wasnt his. On the day the first kidnapping attempt happened, Ian handed an assortment of weapons to his spouse, who hated guns.

I said I dont want it!

Molly, Im not telling you to kill anyone. Its just so that you can protect yourself.

But its loaded with real bullets!

T-this is a sort of decoration! Here, look! It has our names engraved on it too! It looks like a toy

Aack! Thats even worse! Why does it always have to be something like guns when there are so many good things in the world?

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He wanted her to have a means to protect herself in any way possible. The pistol that looked more like a toy that he picked out especially for her. The Dreinger with the initials I and M engraved on its grip, which stands for Ian and Molly.

Click!

He pulled the trigger, pointing at the roof of his open mouth. The striker hit empty air. But he checked; there were bullets inside?

Tch. Committing suicide just after I saved you. Not even a thank you. Thats an empty shell. Whoever owned that thing, they emptied out the gunpowder inside the two bullets.

To the mans comment, Ian opened the Derringers chamber. Inside the empty copper bullet shells were pieces of paper instead of gunpowder.

[Think it over one more time!]

Along with the small note was a capsule-type hemostatic.

It was her handwriting. Thinking it over. Over what exactly? Pulling the trigger?

Kah! Khh! Khhhk! Khhhhh! Auhhh! Keuhh!

He couldnt breathe. He could clearly envision in his mind the woman carefully handling his gift like it was some sort of poison, then taking out the bullets and emptying the gunpowder. It was so funny that he couldnt help but laugh.

A blank bullet with his and her names engraved on it. Hemostatic. Her message was clear. Before killing the person in front of her, think it over one more time. To try her best to save them. Just like how she tried her best to save everyone in the hospital ward.

Call me once youve calmed down. Theres a bell next to you.

Keuhhuhuh! Heuhhhh! Hehahhahah! Heuhhhh!

That day, inside the shelter of the small basin where the Raptors had been, a manic laughter that could be seen as both a laugh and a cry continued to ring out into the world. Ian laughed until he fainted from exhaustion. The next time he regained his senses, Ian decided to obey her orders. Woojin said that Gustav was still alive. So, there was still a reason for him to live. Dying was to be left as a second thought until he destroyed the Raptor Society, a mistake that he created with his own hands.

Clack.

Ian opened the Derringer on the table. There was one bullet with a note and hemostatic, and one new bullet with his name engraved on it.

And like that, I survived. There were a lot of times I wanted to die, but my wifes last words stopped me every time. I hung out with Old Man Woojin a lot after that happened. The old man opened up a hospital in Area 43, and I settled down there too. Just like she said, there are a lot of good things in this world. Now I think Ive mostly gotten over it. The pain didnt disappear, but Ive stacked a lot of other things on top of it.

Sniff!

It wasnt that pleasant of a story to hear, was it? My bad, I got a bit emotional there

Psfhhht!

Are you good?

Euwahhh! It Its so sadschnrghh!

D-dont worry! Youre a great guy! Im sure that shell be watching over you in Heaveughhh!

The others had already created an ocean of tears. Vex, who was the first one to start sniffling, was asleep with dried tear marks down his cheeks; Ezel was just downright sobbing; and even Gyosu was unable to endure the last part and burst into tears.

Keheheh. I should have gone easy on you, kiddos. Well, its good to see that my story wasnt boring to hear. Lets clean up and go back in now. Oy, Koduro!

Huahhhh! N-new masteuwahhh!

Whys a machine crying? The other guys arent in good shape, so take care of them. Im going back in.

Will execute commadsnf sleep well sierghk!

Shaking his head, Ian left the ocean of tears behind to dry up and went into the shelter. Holding the derringer preciously in one hand.

Tzt Tzzt

[EZ-007. Connection stable. Answer, EZ-007]

Sgnnf! H-Headquarters. This is E-Ezel. Connection stablegghf!

[Confirmed. Report the operation detail]

Snnf! Manager Mon Lets Lets erase that.

[W-what Hey, this is going in the records! Dont use names!]

Ralphs bewildered voice trickled out of the comms device.

Their purpose was to get out of that chaos with the Administrative Branch and budge into the trios afterparty. Ezel was their friend, but what Ralph and he discovered was too shocking for him to just come to have a drink with them.

So lets just erase it! Investigation report! Metal Jaw Ian! Is a kind, sad man! Like no other in the world!

[Hey! You cant just jump to conclusions like that! Hes a Swarm Alpha! The highest-ranking official in the Raptors! And one that went missing too, that not even the Dome could find! Do you know how surprised I was when I got the communication log from the armored car? This information in itself is more than enough justification to drop a bomb on top of the BDSMs shelter!]

Obviously, the armored vehicle in which Ian communicated with Sol Amar was also among the armored vehicles that the Dome captured.

One of the first things to do after capturing the enemys equipment was obviously to extract any remaining information left inside the equipment. Ralph merely did that, heard Ian and Sols conversation, and was immediately about to head to the Director when he was caught by Ezel.

Let go! This isnt some matter that you can hide for friendship!

But theres no proof that theyre the same person! Whatchama call it, bluffing? It might be bluffing! The thing that Gyosu Park does a lot!

Just look at their conversation! Theres no other evidence that can be clearer than

Then Ill go look into it! They were just talking about having a drink when they got back, so lets decide after we see what this is actually all about!

And so that was why Ezel was included in the trios drinking party. In order to record his entire past into a small recorder and decide whether Ian was an ally or foe.

Tzzt

Through the comm, came out Ians calm voice that Ian secretly recorded. With words slightly slurred, came out the story of a mans life.

[]

Ian Desmont, the man called Ashfield, died on that day. Whats left here is just Metal Jaw, an alcohol and cigar enthusiast with a weird laugh.

[F. Why doesnt a single thing youre involved in end easily?]

Ralph let out a deep sigh.

[Go sleep now. Youve done your part.]

Please, Manager Mon.

Ralphs frown deepened at the last words that Ezel said. Please. Ezel Raiden, the hardheaded idiot who doesnt give two ss about anyone elses opinion and has the absurd achievement of writing the most letters of apologies, pleaded with him.

Crack!

[Pay me back for this later, Ezel.]

Pieces of the crumbled data chip fell out of Ralphs hand.