74 Forty stories, "Separation."

It's all been an hour since Chris left.

As I grew accustomed to the severe pain caused by poison, I slowly made my way back to the men's dorm.

"Don't go back to the dorm. Use the inn."

Says the watchman.

Guess it's because the inn is easier to monitor. I don't like it for your convenience, but I have no choice but to comply.

"... they'll pay for the lodging."

Hate and I don't have any money on hand.

The man didn't respond to anything, but I saw it as an acknowledgement.

When we got to the city inn, the watchman rented two rooms. I hear the men keep an eye on me on a shift basis. One of you is in the same room as me and the other is going to be a stomach rest in the next room.

"Does it make sense to monitor people like this who are still dying?

"... it's not me who decides that"

He seems to be a loyal dog that the Bureau likes to use as long as he can.

Somewhere emotional when I think I used to be like this too.

After entering the room to which it was addressed, a man moves to the next room.

When I slowly took off my clothes, I heard voices from the remaining watchmen in the room.

"Don't make suspicious moves."

"I'm just gonna take a shower. Hot so your body can burn thanks to you"

"... keep the door open"

"Don't peek."

A man pounded his tongue and left. I'm the one who wants to pound my tongue.

Put the undressed clothes on the bed and head to the bathroom.

With a shower of water, I spoke to a man who would be by the door.

"What are you doing at the station"

"... it's none of your business."

"It's just a public story.... Based on your physique, are you a proximity militant?

"What if?"

Answer as the man reveals his frustration.

After moderately cooling her body, she stopped the water in the shower.

"Hey. Get my clothes on the bed."

"... you must have been the one who took it off here earlier"

"My clothes are sweaty and dirty, so I finally decided to wash them."

I heard the man's tongue pounding again.

A man with his clothes in his hand steps up and approaches the washroom.

The moment I saw that half-body across the door - I quickly approached the man.

"Ki, you..."

Take the stand for a man to respond. But I had my undressed clothes on both hands.

You realize your hands are blocked by now, the man rushes to retreat, but a little slow.

"Guh!?

Slap your palm bottom in the face.

The man's back of the head hit the wall with momentum.

"Don't hold any weapons in front of your enemies if you are a proximity militant."

A man falls as he rubs his back against the wall.

At the same time, the door to the room was opened and another watchman appeared.

"What's up, what happened!?

A man walking into a room in a manner driven by agony.

On its extended arm, he pierces a blade stretched from his fingertips in Materialization.

"Guh!?

Slowly pull the magic blade forward and pull the man into the room.

As I kicked the door and closed it, I pressed my hands against the mouth of a groaning man. From the throat movement, make sure the man swallowed what was in his mouth.

"Hey, what did you give him to drink!?

"It's the poison you gave me to drink. I pretended to drink it and collected it."

Explain that, get away from the man.

"Fuck, damn it!!

The man dripping blood from his arms explored his own nostrils as he scratched a cold sweat in fear.

I just took a transparent bottle out of my inner pocket in my military uniform - and I'll take that away.

"Become!?

"Did you still have the antidote?... you Chris. If you don't trust me, you'll still be in trouble if I die."

In case I was dying, I would have prepared it for you.

It is a common story that the poison turns faster or slower than expected. It's also a time bomb, and it's not that easy to control people's deaths.

"It was the stone I picked up outside that gave you a drink.... die in peace"

I don't need this guy anymore than I got the antidote. Kick the man's throat hard.

Was it quicker to kill and take it from the beginning if the person had the medicine? Leave the man who stopped moving and swallow the antidote in the bottle.

"... you were worth fighting for naked"

The heat pulls off smoothly.

You can't wait until it's fully healed. If these men were in regular contact with the bureau, they would soon notice the anomaly.

After wearing his clothes, he puts the two men on the bed and leaves the room with sheets on top of them.

I headed to the girls' dorm just in case anyone else was watching me.

Turn to the back of the dorm and pick up the stone that is falling at your feet.

In the last few days of escorts, Mize's room position had a star on it. The time is already late at night, but an incident like that just happened in the evening, I wouldn't be able to sleep as usual. Throw the stone at the window of the room, betting on the possibility that Mize is still awake.

The curtain opened and a mise appeared across the window in a sleeping roll.

Referring silently to the one on the surface, Mize nods with a strange face.

A few minutes later, he joined Mize in front of the girls' dorm.

"Mr. Tweet? - What's wrong with you? Terrible sweat......"

"... don't worry, the procedure has already been completed"

Even though I used the antidote, the fever is still going on.

I scratched quite a bit of sweat just moving from the inn to the dorm, but not if I care.

"I don't have time for this, I'll explain it to you."

If you lose your mind, you won't be able to think of anything. Whip it on your head and briefly tell Mize what Chris told you.

"The Way of Wisdom"... such power is in me... "

After hearing the explanation, Mize looked complicated.

I'm surprised... but I guess I'm convinced at the same time. Until now, Mize herself has been plagued by an incomprehensible sense of visibility. The discovery of its identity may have somewhat appeased it.

"Mr. Tweet is on my side, isn't he?

"I'm going to. I don't think I can trust you."

Faster than I said, Mize shook her head to the side.

"I thought I told you. I trusted you."

That's what Mize looks straight at me.

"Please. Please, get me out of here."

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"... it's too late."

Rushing to a room in the inn, Chris shrugs when he sees the two bodies hidden in the sheets.

The men had been instructed to contact Chris on a regular basis while monitoring 28. That contact was interrupted about an hour ago. Twenty-eight had already escaped somewhere.

Just in case, we sent soldiers near the girls' dorm at Builders School at the same time as we lost regular contact -

"No, I can't find it."

"... turn half the troops to listen. Twenty-eight may still be nearby, so let's make sure we're safe."

Copy that.

Cut off communication with his men, Chris pockets' communication paper '.

"Twenty-eight, you've escaped."

Behind Chris, Oz said looking at the room.

"I'm not another HR, 02. If you don't get 28 out of the royal castle in the first place..."

"You have no choice.... I didn't think 28 would act like that"

Oz drops his gaze and says in a stubborn child-like tone.

But Oz, who eventually lifted his face, was seeping anger into his eyes.

"I'll take responsibility.... I'll make 28 regret it"