The story begins in a small town on the outskirts of Berlin.

Mike. Campbell and I sat on the second-story terrace of a small beer hall near his house, and gave a military salute to the cemetery across the path from the beer hall, and I was happy to wonder if he was saluting a tombstone in the cemetery--- which stood as soon as the cemetery was entered, and it was necessary to bypass it if you wanted to go to the other tombstones, and from this place you could clearly see that there was nothing on it.

But I do know that there is something attached to the tombstone that many people can't imagine, just like you can hardly imagine that a beer hall built next to a cemetery and without even a parking lot next to it can do quite well.

Yes, this beer hall is doing quite well because there are a lot of veterans who come here to drink, and they have a drink before going to worship to calm their mood, and then come back after the worship --- anesthetize themselves and return to the hustle and bustle of the world. Mike once told me that he wished the tavern was closed in a sense, because every customer he received was a testament to the war, and every time he brought them a beer, he remembered the blood of his comrades, and every time he opened the cap, the sound reminded him of the sound of a bullet being loaded.

Yes, there is something on that tombstone that many people can't imagine, that is, memories and thoughts, and even carries the soul. The surface of all the tombstones is deliberately roughened so that they cannot reflect the figures of worshippers, because many veterans will be "sucked" into the surface of some translucent refractive tombstones--- they will see their former comrades-in-arms as if they are standing on the other side of the tombstone beckoning to them, and they will see the tragic battlefield of the past.

This is a cemetery on the outskirts of Berlin, a cemetery of the nameless. A cemetery that belongs to those who are either not accepted by this sacred world, or who die out and are not recognized by those close to them, so that their names are either not allowed to be placed on tombstones, or those who erect them refuse to have their names inscribed.

These tombstones are surrounded by a flower that emits beautiful white petals, the name of this flower is called the Star of Bethlehem, and it is said that when Jesus was born in the city of Bethlehem, there was a star in the sky that shines incomparably, so this flower seems to have inherited some of the glorious legends of the Holy Kingdom.

[Do you know that the star on the top of the Christmas tree is also called the Star of Bethlehem. Mike, who had finished his minutes-long salute, pointed to the Christmas tree in the beer hall. Yes, it's Christmas now, or rather, it's Christmas Eve, but Mike. Campbell's beer hall is open, and there are many customers in the tavern, most of whom are veterans who can't forget the past or don't have the family to spend Christmas with.

Why don't you look for another one, I asked after taking the Flensburg beer that Mike handed me.

[Oh no, forget it, my heart has died twice, once when my wife and daughter died, and again when she disappeared... Mike shook his head as he grabbed the large bottle of dark beer.

(I don't think you've given up hope, do you?) ）

[Yes, maybe I just thought she had gone to a distant place, with the commander-in-chief. 】

Maybe this place was used as a beacon, just like those Bethlehem stars, maybe that's why they planted these flowers--- to guide the birth, because they firmly believed that their former comrades were not really dead, so they refused to build a tombstone for them in the national cemetery where the fallen soldiers lived, but somewhere in their hearts they thought that there was little hope of their return, so this cemetery was established here.

Yes, this is the cemetery of the "immortals", there are no human remains under all the tombstones, only heavy memories and thoughts, this is a cemetery for those who were once "not allowed to die by the world". To be precise, this is one of the many immortal cemeteries scattered throughout the Earthsphere and colonies, perhaps a special one.

The "Bethlehem" cemetery in the suburbs of Berlin and the "Holy Mountain" cemetery in Ob are sacred places for former immortals like me, because in the "Holy Mountain" of Orb, there are tombstones of men who are revered by the immortals as "immortal fathers", and in this Bethlehem cemetery, the "Immortal Mother" is buried.

[I really don't know if it's right or wrong to be interviewed by you, this damn fifteen-year Noah's War sacrifice, and that damn fifteen-year Noah's War, damn it... Sitting next to me, Mike, who had already drained a bottle of beer, looked up, as if trying to keep the tears from pouring out of his eyes.

It made me feel guilty, and maybe it was a good reason not to let history fade, but it didn't take away the pain I had inflicted and was about to inflict on this veteran.

The veteran who was raising his hand again in salute while weeping was called Mike. Campbell, a former federal special forces, mercenary, and later a member of the elite unit "Orochi" among the Immortals; The-Clock, it's Mike. The code name of the person remembered on the tombstone where Campbell is paying tribute is also known to the vast majority of the world.

[People's attitude towards clocks, especially alarm clocks, is people's attitude towards soldiers, and it is the attitude of the army as a system of existence towards soldiers; People need to know the time, and when they can't see the time, they are in a hurry, and when they see it, they usually curse the clock for bringing information to themselves; People need an alarm clock, so they set a time on the alarm clock, but when the alarm clock goes off, people usually slap the alarm clock on the ground or curse the alarm clock. This may be the fate of the warriors. 】

The "Mother" is more revered by the soldiers than the "Father" within the Immortals. He who once tried to change the world, who once tried to liberate the world, or some people say who tried to protect the world, all make that man more respected by people in the usual sense. But if it was the warriors, perhaps she was more respected, because she thought that it was they who she wanted to change, they who she wanted to liberate, and they who she tried to protect.

Mother of the Immortals, this is another title for that great woman, but I don't know what her really, original name was, which is what I came for today.

I wonder how this sacred world in which we live came to be.

Such thoughts dispelled the feeling of regret in my heart for evoking Mike's memories and made me look at him eagerly.

Mike also noticed my gaze, but the air between the two of us was already heavy and it was a little difficult for us both to speak.

At this time, the sausages we ordered earlier helped us.

When it was served, the sausages in front of us were like blown rockets, and they were crooked and cracked like exploding MS shells with Vulcan cannonballs, which made me smile.

[The new female chef is very strange, but she took out * again, she is also a veteran, and she can't refuse her] Mike scratched his head and smiled awkwardly.

Is she also not good at cooking? I tried to provoke the conversation.

[Hahaha, you're wrong, it's outrageously wrong, her craftsmanship is very good; You know, there was a time when Kenneth's wife came to visit him on the team and cooked us food for a while, and we all thought the battle rations were delicious. Then we began to wonder why there are so many women in the world who cook unpalatablely, whether God deliberately created them to watch us struggle to have fun with unpalatable food ... And then, she heard it and started cooking for us, oh my, it was a good day.

She's good at cooking?!

[Very well done.] 】

What do you remember the most about her meals?

[Me, probably the soup she made with beef, potatoes, tomatoes and onions, the soup tasted so good... She is the best at putting rosemary and other spices... There is also mapo tofu, that mapo tofu is very enjoyable, she also launched five spicy degrees for us to choose from at that time, from a little spicy to as spicy as hell... 】

I didn't know she was so good at cooking.

[Yes... 】

After the atmosphere was lively, Mike. Campbell began to tell her story from the war that was first ignited at Christmas.

[Her name is --------]

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Again, as a reminder:

There's a cameo reopened. ^

The original actor of the cameo is no longer in the group, and many important stepping on the line has begun, and it is impossible not to find a new one.

More details are in the work related to "A Certain Cameo Reopening and Group Number", this chapter hangs here for two days, and the actor can give this character a lot of things starting from the name. That's why [Her name is -----] is empty at the end of the chapter.