Holy Bunitania Imperial Secret Intelligence Service, Special Investigation No. 001.

"Name: Williams Pendrin, Rank: Lieutenant Colonel, Position: Holy Bonetanian Imperial Royal Navy, Pacific Fleet, Captain of the Kokang-class destroyer USS Heshulisi."

After reading the personal information in the document in his hand, the Major of the Imperial Army, dressed in a military police uniform, sat across from the small table, and the Major's face could not be seen under the dim lamp.

"Do you have anything to say about the transport fleet escort mission 4 days ago?"

"What I say is true, trust me!!" Lieutenant Colonel Williams' haggard face and trembling voice showed that he was teetering on the brink of collapse in recent days.

"Four transport ships, a total of 50,000 tons of military supplies, disappeared without a trace in front of you, along with the ship, which is really unconvincing."

In a tone that was not salty, the gendarmerie major shook his head gently.

"But it's true."

"Really? Wasn't it because of your negligence that the transport fleet was attacked by the EU's submarine forces, and in order to shirk responsibility, not only made up lies, but also 'disposed of' all the surviving personnel on the transport ship? The gendarmerie major's tone was still unstoppable.

"Who would be stupid enough to make up such a ridiculous lie!?" An emotional Lieutenant Colonel Williams tried to stand up, but was forced back into his chair by two soldiers behind him by the shoulders.

"What glowing particles, what gems that fall from the sky, it's nonsense." The gendarmerie major threw a document on the table.

"We have investigated the sea area you are talking about, and we have not found any residue at all, not a trace of energy reaction!"

Hearing this, Lieutenant Colonel Williams let out a low laugh as if he had heard something ridiculous.

"What's so ridiculous?"

"I'm just a soldier, not a technician. What kind of conclusion do you want me to give you about this kind of thing? ”

"The truth, of course." The gendarmerie major was not stumped by Lieutenant Colonel Williams's rhetorical question, and still said in such an unhurried tone.

"No matter how many times I have to say, what I say is the truth!"

"If you insist," the gendarmerie major sighed silently, turning his head to look at the door.

"You can come in."

Light streamed in through the open door, and a small dark shadow cast onto the ground

"Your Highness Shunazel, there were no floating objects or wreckage found in that sea area, but it is unbelievable to let several 10,000-ton transport ships and their crews completely disappear in front of the eyes of the escort fleet without leaving a trace, it is almost like being teleported by space." Cecil said, holding the analysis report.

"Unbelievable that modern techniques can't be done?" Honazel confirmed Cecil.

"Leaving aside the sheer volume of energy required for spatial teleportation, strong spatial distortions are bound to leave a large number of detectable remnants. Importantly, no relevant theoretical information has been heard so far. ”

In fact, academia is one of the more open fields in the world, because scientists are actually a group of sullen people who love to appear.

"Didn't you leave any information about it there?" Although Cecil must have said this to include everything he knew about the Dao while working under Kamiyu, Shunazel asked anyway. Because in his opinion, as long as it is related to science and technology, he will think of this former and current first person in science at the first time.

"No," said Honazel, who made Cecil hesitate.

"Actually, I don't dare to say for sure, because a development project often has countless branches, and the project that His Highness Camillo personally presided over, Dr. Lloyd, and I are only a part of the knowledge," Cecil's abrupt remarks were imperceptible.

If teleportation exists. Does this mean that Cami is especially alive?

The idea of such an idea for the sake of a completely fantastical inference was ridiculous even to Cecil himself. But as soon as the idea came to mind, it lingered in Cecil's mind.

[No, you can't think like that!] 】

The most terrifying thing in the world is not despair, but a glimmer of hope that knows that the road is illusory, but always pursues it.

"Although there is a technical verification of the Tromo Agency, it is quite a large and complex project to find the relevant research from all the projects." Cecile, who sensed his gaffe, continued to speak at a slightly hurried pace.

"By the way, about the personnel who investigated the convoy, is there a fault in their memories of that day?"

"Yes, according to His Highness's wishes, it has been checked, and no memory lapses have been found. It is better to say that the situation of that day was so shocking that it deepened their memories. Cecil didn't understand why Honazel would ask this, but he answered truthfully.

"Is that so?" Shonazel looked contemplative.

"There are still sweeps in the occupied areas to be arranged, so I'll take my leave first."

"That, Your Highness. Should the investigation of those personnel of the convoy be closed? Cecil suddenly stopped Honazel, who was about to leave.

"Regarding that, the Intelligence Bureau under His Majesty the Emperor has taken over."

The implication is that this matter is already outside his administrative authority

"General Balklai, are you still used to living these days?" The hatch suddenly opened, and a long-haired black-haired boy with his hands in his jacket pockets appeared in the doorway.

"Not bad," Balklay closed the book in his hand and placed it on the table.

"It's a good choice to live such a leisurely life."

"Really?" Obviously he was not invited, but the young man with long black hair sat on a single lean very casually, and the maid stood behind the young man with her hands folded lightly.

"I thought that a soldier like you would definitely sum up the gains and losses after the war and prepare for the next battle."

"That's what only people who have fighting spirit and opportunities can do, and is there any point in doing this for someone like me who has been abandoned by the motherland?"

"How about writing a memoir? It's a pity that the wonderful life is buried like this. The boy laughed jokingly.

"Ha Lu Ha Ha dead man wrote memoirs, after the publication of the world, I really want to see the expression of the world." Balclay laughed heartily.

"Well, to be able to say something like that. Looks like you're going to be fine. The boy nodded in satisfaction.

"Well, General Balklai. Have you thought about it? ”

"Before replying, I have a few questions." Barklay put away his smile and looked at the boy with a straight face.

"Why are you, once the prince of the Bunitanian Empire, going to the opposite side of the Empire?"

"Sure enough, everyone will ask me that~" Kamiyu shrugged with a wry smile.

"Of course."

Even if it weren't for the fact that the Bunitanian Empire was in full swing, a man with a fairly high command of succession to the throne would have taken the path of hostility to his homeland, and anyone would have doubted his motives.

"What exactly is your ambition?"

"Oh? Aren't ordinary people generally thinking of revenge? Camillo asked with interest.

"If it's revenge, most people will choose to hide in the shadows, waiting for the opportunity to attack from within the other party. Or go to the enemy country, instead of going around in a big circle to build an army and a country. This is not only time-consuming and labor-intensive, but the odds of success can be said to be the slimest against the strongest country that controls one-third of the world's world. With His Highness's intelligence, he should never do such an inefficient thing. ”

'Pap~Pa~Pa~Pa~Pa~'

The boy slowly applauded

"I am worthy of being a famous general who can press the royal brother step by step, and even my sister has doubted my original intention."

"Sister?" Balklay was stunned for a moment, then suddenly sighed.

"I didn't expect His Highness Euphemia to be alive too, but looking at His Highness who appeared in front of me, it doesn't seem strange anymore."

"Before answering your question, I have a question for you." Camillo looked into Barclay's eyes.

"Even if my answer is not the correct answer in your heart, as long as I give you the opportunity to fight again, will you still agree?"

"What did Your Highness see?" Balklay looked up and met Kamiyu's gaze.

"Unwilling to be full of fighting spirit." Kamiyu said solemnly, "Even if it's using each other, you have a reason to keep fighting." ”

"Hmph" Balklay lowered his head and chuckled, then shook it slightly, "Your Highness is really powerful, but please give me a reason to be willing to fight for you." ”

"For me?" Kamiyu smiled and stood up from his chair.

"Although Your Excellency was once a general of the Democratic Republic, I think Your Excellency may have never fought for your ideals once?"

"Ideal!?" Barclay looked stunned.

"That's right, the ideal of nation-building that has long been forgotten by Your Excellency, and by Your Motherland." As he spoke, Kamiyu stretched out his hand to the general.

"I know that Your Excellency will feel very naïve and ridiculous, and will say that you have passed the age of blood."

"But don't you want to see it? That is the true charm that has been proven by history to make millions of people willing to give their birth to the ideal. ”