On the morning of the 68th day after that great battle, in the morning light of the false artificial sun of the colonial satellite, I, a garrison soldier who had served on Aeneas, had been close to him, so I took on his guard duty and came with him to this cemetery.

The name of the cemetery is Bethlehem. The land named after Bethlehem, the Holy Star, is covered with white flowers that have been carefully tended, and the name of this flower is the Star of Bethlehem--- the shining star in the sky when Jesus was born in the city of Bethlehem.

It is an ancient necropolis built on one of the oldest colonies by the earliest cosmic settlers for the purpose of being built on one of the oldest colonies. The early cosmic immigrants needed some spiritual sustenance in the dark and cold universe, coupled with religious beliefs since ancient times, it was natural that some people gave the mythological meaning of the old era to this land that gave the deceased a final rest. After the start of the one-year war, after experiencing the horror of the loss of bones in the cosmic war, this cemetery is given more meaning to those who can return to the sacrifices whose bodies can return--- and those who must be buried by the stars, the people who can combine their bodies or ashes with the earth, and the people who can be buried in this land named after the sacred star - Bethlehem are all people who have made great contributions to the cosmic settlers.

He moved slowly into the depths of the cemetery, as hard as Muhammad and the mountain had switched places---- heavy, sluggish, but determined.

I followed him, echoing in the heavy march of the past: though I had served with him on a battleship, I remember him only for his ridicule of the ban on smoking on battleships---- and in the interval between the great battles, when the gendarmes had stopped me and others from smoking, he had come out to stop the gendarmes. According to him, it is ridiculous to worry about the dangers of smoking chemical cigarettes in a space war where the whole person may be left with no bones. Because of him, we were able to smoke cigarettes, and that's what I remember most about him.

Then I saw the tobacco in his mouth start to smoke, and as he exhaled a puff of smoke, he looked at the artificial sun above him as if he was inadvertent, and hesitated for a while before continuing to walk forward. As he walked on, the swirling air of the colony blowing into the graveyard of the Holy Star, blowing up the shroud-like strips of cloth that wrapped around his body, occasionally the strip of cloth between pitch black and gray whipped against the white petals, leaving a dirty trail in the wind. He walked on, through the dry air of the colony that had not been sprinkled in the morning, leaving an indescribable stench in the scent of white petals.

But for some reason, the foul-smelling filthy man in front of me seemed to make me feel more comfortable than the white flowers.

Then he stopped, and stopped in front of a tombstone, and my eyes swept past him over the one that fell in front of him---- and I was shocked that in this cemetery named after the sacred star, there should be a new and unnamed tombstone, which is really unthinkable, because the nameless cemetery is for those who have betrayed those who have been illuminated by the divine star.

After his betrayal, Judas was tormented by remorse and eventually tried to return the money he had received for his betrayal to the priests, but he was refused, so he scattered the money on the ground and ended his own life... The priests used these coins, stained with the blood of the betrayers, to buy a piece of land for the graves of Judah, who were also expelled, and those who had no sacrifice after death... Expelled, taken from the name, not even bones... Such a tombstone appears in the light of the Divine Star ... 】

His hoarse words rang in my ears, and I knew that he knew the same thing.

[She, walking through the valley of darkness and death, and then began to love the people under the stars more than anyone else, and began to worry more than anyone else for the future of mankind. A woman of her beauty and nobility must not be buried under this tombstone for the deported and the deprived of their names!! She shouldn't be so lonely in the midst of death, even if it wasn't enough to be surrounded by soldiers who died for Zeon... 】

The man said these words as he walked towards the exit of the cemetery, and at that moment I saw the only organ of his face exposed--- his eyes were filled with tears, the bandages on his face showed wrinkles, showing that his face was constricting, and he gently lifted his head, trying not to let the overflowing tears come out of his eyes, and then strode out of the cemetery.

I was following him closely, not knowing how much energy would burst out of the man's sorrow, misery, and gloom, and how much chaos would be caused. I just followed him closely. I knew that he was in great pain, but I didn't understand what the core and essence of that pain was--- life itself was filled with pain, it was a part of life, but I couldn't tell what kind of pain he was in.

He walked out of the cemetery, and without saying a word sat on the tram he had taken when he came up, and I sat opposite him as a matter of course to accompany him, and on the way to the marshal's mansion, he did not say a word--- and could not even breathe lightly.

It's like a dead man.

I tried to say something, but I couldn't say anything, because I felt that for a reason that I didn't understand, I could feel how ineffective the comforting words I could have said at the time were to him.

This continued until he walked into Commander-in-Chief Char's mansion accompanied by me and another guard, and after passing through the long corridor, we walked through the silent corridor to Commander-in-Chief Char's office as the first guests of Commander-in-Chief's Mansion. He finally broke his silence when the heavy antique wooden door made in Zeon's time opened.

[Commander-in-chief, long time no see. He opened his mouth after saluting.

[Have you seen her?] Commander Char turned from behind his desk to answer him.

[Yes, I have seen it. He replied in a hoarse voice.

[So, let's talk.] Commander Char turned out from behind the desk, and I vaguely remembered that I had never seen such a serious commander-in-chief, and it was different from what was on TV, not as an idol and a leader, and it was not until many years later that I realized what kind of emotion that expression represented.

Then, just as we were starting to feel embarrassed without being given the order to leave, a soft female voice rose from the room, making me realize that we weren't the first guests, but that the woman rising from behind the couch wasn't the Nanayi I expected. Miguel is the director, but a woman with an oriental look.

It took me a few seconds to remember that it was the war hero who appeared in the news two months ago, and the daughter of the Matsunaga family, Yukika Matsunaga, who brought the Matsunaga family back into the public eye. But at that time, Matsunaga Yukika, who walked towards us from the sofa, did not look like she was wearing a driver's suit two months ago. She was dressed in a black dress, and even her stockings and shoes were black.

"You come out with me and let the two of them be alone for a while," Matsunaga Yukika said, and then walked over to him. She lifted her hand and touched his bandaged face, tears streaming from her eyes, like a scene depicted in an old religious painting in my house--- the woman who wept at the tortured carpenter.

Then the heavy door closed, and I could no longer know what was going on inside that ignited the storm behind me.

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"Do you think that's going to work?" Diagan. Often with a hoe in both hands to Charlotte. E。 Jaeger blinked.

"I think it's nice to be able to put it in my book." Charlotte smiled and nodded.

"But I didn't actually tell you what's going on inside the door." Deegan straightened up and smiled.

"Who knows, except for those two people, who knows, people like us can only guess," Charlotte put away the recording device and shook her head, "History always does the same thing as war, taking away people's names, leaving only the titles of Thunder and Rebel, and then taking away the truth, leaving only us people to guess as if we were making scientific hypotheses." ”

"If that's the case, I hope my memories will help you."

"Definitely," Charlotte walked out the door, then suddenly stopped, "By the way, are there tickets?" ”

"No, someone has already paid for it."

"Goodbye, then."

All said and done, Charlotte. E。 Jaeger turned away, leaving behind him the howling sea breeze, the platform on the rock face overlooking the Aub Coast, and the tombstone and a small sea of flowers on that platform.

After watching the history writer who came to interview leave, Deegan continued to send the soil, then put the hoe aside, took out a cloth and gently wiped the tombstone.

"Rebels, hah..." Looking up at the small-looking figure on the rock wall, Charlotte shook her head slightly.