"He has a problem." Sevita said. "I've never seen a narrator stand in the pile of corpses and talk to me so calmly."

Karil glanced at him and suddenly smiled, "What other narrator have you seen besides him, Sevita?" ”

It doesn't matter." The first reserve said with a stalk around his neck. "The point is that he has a problem, instructor, he definitely has a problem!"

Carlil nodded, taking a break from the complicated pre-battle tactical planning. He straightened up from the tactical sandbox and tugged at his collar in preparation for the change of clothes that would follow.

Although Blade could leap out of the shadows and take the form of armor attached to him, he didn't want to go into battle wearing one of the few good clothes he had.

Sevita watched his movements, and for some reason, felt a pang of unease.

"Well, then, in your opinion, what is the problem with Mr. Berlos von Sharp?" Carlil asked slowly.

"He killed several traitors without wavering." Sevita said, tilting her head. "Karen Orfion can confirm that he has shown an undeserved enthusiasm in the fight, and a familiarity with the weapons of his opponents."

"Well, go on."

He said it was the first time he had seen such a short shotgun, but before Valtek could tell him what to use, he himself knew how to use it.

"How else can I use a gun?" Carlil couldn't help but laugh. "Except for the fact that safety knowledge is a little more complicated, even Oglim apes can learn how to use them."

"But he hit it right, instructor. There were six traitors in total, all of whom were killed in one hit at close range, although the traitors were already on the run."

Sevita raised her hand and tapped on her helmet.

"But didn't the document sent by the Ministry of War say that the narrators were poets and journalists? There are also sculptors and the like. How is it possible for these people to be trained in weapons? ”

"Maybe he used to be a militiaman." Carlil replied noncommittally, and bent his arm and began to take off his coat.

Sevita was silent, vaguely sensing something from the instructor's attitude.

After a moment, he asked, "Is this some kind of secrecy involved, instructor?" ”

"Nope." Carlil said. "Bellos von Sharp's life story is clearly visible in the documents sent by the Ministry of War, and he can only live a little longer, at best, not enough to be classified or even become a secret."

"Then why are you?" Sevita pursed her lips in a hurry.

"Because you asked." Carlil said without raising his eyes. "So I have to answer you, and it's one of my responsibilities to answer your questions."

Sevita finally had nothing more to say, and he silently bowed to the Aquila and left. Carlil looked him away, shaking his head in the command room where he was the only one left.

Sometimes, an emperor is not just an emperor.

——

The counterinsurgency war against Cappadocia was launched by the Eighth Army three hours after the destruction of New Hope, but by the time Bellos von Sharp landed in orbit on the Storm Hawk, a full six hours had passed since the war began.

Frankly, the process was not comfortable for him. He was already firmly tied to his seat, but despite this, the violent jolt made the narrator almost throw up.

Sevita grinned across from him and sneered with a slight pleasure, "Isn't that okay, Mr. Bellos?" We've slowed down."

The narrator took a deep breath and spoke with a shudder of difficulty: "I haven't tried it before. This kind of thing. ”

If you've tried, you've got ghosts. Sevita sneered to herself, but didn't say anything more.

After a few minutes, they landed smoothly. Thunderhawk's hatch slowly opened, and he stepped out with Bellos.

In front of them was a city that was being destroyed. Broken bricks and tiles, corpses everywhere. Smoke covered the sky, and a dense and violent burst of gunfire could be heard not far away.

Sevita looked down at Bellos, trying to find a little unease in the man, but saw only calm and familiarity.

Yes, familiar.

Sevita shook her head and took the chainsaw halberd in her hand.

He glanced at the radar map displayed in the upper left of the eyepiece, bowed his head and told the narrator, "You'd better follow me, Mr. Photographer." Of course, if you want to move freely, I don't have a problem with that. ”

"Is the latter risky?" Bellos asked cautiously.

"The former has it too." Sevita grinned, a low laugh revealing from the breathing grille. "I usually only go to the most dangerous places."

"The foundry, or the barracks, of the traitors?" Bellos guessed.

"It's only going to get worse than that."

"Then, I'll come with you, Captain Savitarion."

Sevita shook her head slightly sarcastically, not saying anything more.

The Thunderhawk that landed with them took off quickly, and it and its pilot had other tasks to do. The air flow escaped, and black smoke rolled up. Sevita turned around and began to walk with the narrator through the city, which was almost in ruins.

He thought it was a chore, but the narrators were appointed by the emperor himself, so he had to let Bellos do his job.

As they strode through the crumbling streets, Sevita heard the clatter of the cameras. He couldn't help but be a little curious about what Bellos would be shooting, so he asked bluntly.

"How would you describe this war?" Sevita asked in a casual tone.

"I don't know right now, Captain Savitarion. I'd love to answer you, but I'll have to go through this war myself to tell you what I think. Bellos replied, with a serious expression, and kept taking pictures.

He photographed the ruins, the scattered furniture, and the children's toys engulfed in flames. He also photographed corpses, men, women, and old people, and he recorded almost everything, but did not make any comments.

Sevita watched his movements, and suddenly an idea occurred in her mind. He quietly turned his steps and led the narrator to the other end of the ruins. Ten minutes later, they arrived at the ruins of a factory. Here, an execution is taking place.

Thousands of unarmed, screaming and crying rebel soldiers are being executed one by one by the Nightblades.

The technique is not cruel, and it can even be called neat. They did not skimp on explosive bombs and tried to make every soldier die without pain. Still, the scene was terrifying.

Waiting for death is always at the top of human fears.

People screamed, cried, and begged for mercy like cattle in the fenced grounds. Someone looks at everything indifferently, and his sanity has long been shattered. Someone screamed and ran around, trying to fly away with a pair of wings

And all of this was rejected by the cold and ruthless midnight giants. The cold muzzles of the blasters were pointed at them, numbered, named, and executed. Such a chaotic scene was even handled by them with a sense of order.

"Well, what do you think?" Sevita asked with a chuckle. "How would you describe this in your manuscript, Mr. Bellos?"

The narrator did not answer, but silently took pictures. It was only after a few minutes that he sighed.

"Actually, my description doesn't matter." He said solemnly. "The people in the propaganda department would review all the manuscripts I sent back. Only those positive reviews can be published in newspapers or books. ”

"So, what do you think of this scene?"

"Do you want to know, Captain Sevitalyon?"

"Yes." Sevita nodded and whispered. "I'd love to know."

"My opinion is—" The narrator shook his head calmly. "- This is not at all surprising in war, it is commonplace. Whether these people are coerced, instigated, or rebelled in the early days, they are all rebels. ”

"And the traitors don't deserve to live, they don't have that power. There must not be the slightest mercy in this kind of thing, otherwise it will be a bad start. You know, traitors are often more hateful than enemies, Captain Sevitalyon. ”

"Don't you think it's cruel?" Sevita asked.

The narrator smiled, a smile not unlike his usual smile, but Sevita noticed the subtleties. Bellos raised his hand, took off his gold-rimmed glasses, and placed them in the mezzanine of his bulletproof armor.

The smell of gunpowder blew through the wind, and the screams of the rebels filled the field, but he kept a smile and nodded to Sevita.

"They deserve it." The narrator smiled and said coldly. "Actually, I'm even a little surprised at how benevolent the Nightblades are."

"You say we're merciful?" Sevita scoffed. "What are you talking about, Bellos? Is there something wrong with your sanity? ”

"You didn't torture them, and their families, and the civilians did not destroy the city at all, and some important nodes and energy transportation corridors were not even destroyed. And I didn't see the colonist fleets coming from afar in orbit, which means that you still intend to let the civilians continue to live in their homeland. If this is not benevolence, then what is benevolence? ”

Sevita was silent for a moment and asked, "Who the hell are you?" ”

Bellos didn't answer the question, he just crouched down and picked up a pebble from the ground. He slipped it into his pocket, then put his glasses back on.

"I'm a narrator, Captain Sevitalyon." Bellos said. "That's all."

Sevita stared at him and nodded slowly.

"Very well, follow me." He turned. "You probably want to go to the front line, photographer?"

"I can't ask for it, dear Captain Savitarion!"

Updated.

There is no chaos appearance in this volume, so rest assured.

(End of chapter)