Here's a weirdo's point of view:

- No, no, not at all! This kind of unfolding is forbidden! Why is this happening?! It's unreasonable! There's no such drama in my script! Damn, damn it, damn it! This man, the sinful man, has ruined my artwork!

Unbelievable not allowed to be unforgivable! She was so charming, so beautiful, in the dark night, as brilliant as a black jewel, the black evening dress, the pain and sorrow immersed in the death of her lover.

She is the heroine of the tragic stage that I have chosen, who is mine, who belongs to me! No one can take this treasure away from me! Not anyone!

But I know that my opponent is quite strong, strong and cunning, and at the same time very wise. If I had confronted him, I would have been like that stupid lion, who had no chance but to be killed by him in one fell swoop. It must be so, yes.

So I'm going to be cautious, very cautious, so that people don't see that I'm there. Especially the man. I will create a gorgeous stage for her and for them, so that she can show all her charm on this stage. And the ending of this play, of course, should end in tragedy.

Because only an unforgettable tragedy, the death of the heroine, can be remembered, can be moved - ah, this feeling, this feeling, yes, this is art, it is art, hahahahahaha......

I couldn't help but laugh, laugh, laugh maniacally. Although I knew that it was neither elegant nor artistic, I could not resist the joy and pride in my heart. Yes, it's a challenge and it's me, the masked Kilb against Wright. A challenge for Baldwin. And the final prize is the young lady - Beidalu fireworks.

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The following unfolds from the perspective of the main character:

After a video call with the Chief of the General Staff, my days got a little hectic. Because every week, His Excellency the Chief of the General Staff asks me to give a debriefing. It makes me feel very embarrassed because it seems to me that what is happening here is really, really nothing to report.

And if His Excellency the Chief of the General Staff wanted to hear the story of me and my girlfriends, I would never tell him. But indifference is not enough. If it is a little more than that, you will contact me directly via video call. The other person is my immediate boss.

Although with my strength in the empire, I am actually not worse than him, but for such a trivial matter, I really don't know that the other party will have a bad impression of me, or even hostility. Other than that, if you want to make things up, I'm pretty good at it.

However, if the other side really believes in my nonsense, and then adjusts the established strategy of the empire as a result, and ultimately leads to the defeat of the entire war, I will not be able to atone for my sins even if I kill myself by drinking bullets, right?

If the Norman Empire had failed because of such a trivial matter in this grand epic of war that would have sentred the fate of the world, I would surely have been hung on the pillar of shame of history for a million years, for the countless sticks, war dogs, and whipped corpses of history in the future.

So before Sunday, it's when I'm in the worst mood, the most mentally tired, the last thing my body wants to move, and my brain is desperately overloaded. I had to filter through everything that had happened during the week in a half-hour video call, and then report what was useful, or what could be useful, to my immediate boss.

But, as I said before, I don't really have much to say that it's hard to get the conversation going on for half an hour.

Maybe it's really about this project, or maybe it's to show that you value me, or maybe it's both. In short, his seriousness in turn increased my burden. Being expected by someone who doesn't want to have expectations is basically like that.

Sometimes I wonder if Your Excellency the Chief of Staff is just trying to play tricks on me because it's just funny. After a busy week, take half an hour to watch a crappy show by a subordinate to regulate your mood, make yourself happy, and then get back to work in a better position.

If that's the case, it's an unacceptable, terrible outcome for me. But if you think about it, it's unlikely. Because it's so stupid, like an idiot......

Anyway, I managed to complete a half-hour video call that looked like torture. After that, what I wanted to do most when I was physically and mentally exhausted was to find a girl to have a good time and sleep comfortably with her.

And the candidates for this girl have naturally become rich. In addition to all the members of the Paris Chinese Strike Regiment, except for Erica's stupid girl, I also have several other secret lovers above the level in Paris. No more, no less, just enough to make me feel happy, not to get bored, and I can cope with the level.

From this point, it can be seen that I have the ability to calculate and execute that ordinary people can't match - of course, in fact, this kind of thing doesn't have to be taken too seriously. If you want, wave a little on the side of the road, and there should be a bold and warm and beautiful Parisian girl who will have a dewy relationship with me.

But in the end, after thinking about it -- or maybe it's a brainstorm, or something. Anyway, the next moment I decided that I was going to spend the night at the fireworks today - I don't know when it became my habit.

In normal times, I will casually find a woman to sleep with. And when you are in a bad mood, your body is tired, in short, it is unusual, you will go to find fireworks. I've had a little bit of experience with this, too. I guess it's because Hanabi is Japanese. Japanese women are known for their suppleness. If you want a woman to comfort you, of course you have to find a girl like Hanabi. This is the so-called Yamato Nadeshiko.

And so, that night, after the lights had been turned off at Blummell's mansion, that is, at ten o'clock in the evening, I crept to the bottom of the fireworks room and climbed up to the balcony of the fireworks with my bare hands.