Second Death Row Series: A Death Row Convict Teaches at a School of Magic - Cel b1
- Second Death Row Series: A Death Row Convict Teaches at a School of Magic
- Cel b1 - Episode 1: Selection - His Daily Life
Translator: MadHatter Editor: MadHatter
Human beings are creatures that can grow accustomed to things.
I first encountered these lines in a book while I was still residing in Japan. People can grow accustomed to things. Whether it be a job that was challenging initially, a conversation with someone you weren’t comfortable with, or a new environment.
This was why, when I woke up from a slumber to the sound of an explosion and a tremor that seemed like an earthquake, I didn’t panic.
“E-Excuse me! Commander Brownie requested that you come to the Operations Control Room at once―”
“Yeah, I understand.”
Thilia Schubert, a vivacious girl, entered without knocking with a pale face, so I simply smiled at her as I finished changing my clothes.
“It was an attack, wasn’t it? Where is the place?”
“Ah… yes! It’s the unit that was deployed on Uranus Hill!”
Uranus Hill wasn’t far away—in fact, it was right under our noses. Was the roar a war cry originating from that area?
“Aaaah, we’re all out of luck if they capture that place!”
Thilia, who was walking alongside me in the corridor, shot me a shocked glance.
As the only full-time subordinate I had, she also served as an interpreter for other people, and if she were in high school in Japan, I would say that she was fairly outstanding, but I felt that she was exposing her emotions somewhat too much. From a teacher’s point of view, I was slightly concerned about her future.
“Don’t worry. Well, things will turn out all right.”
As if to cheer her up, I offered her a smile. It was the only thing I was adept at, smiling to put people at ease.
With a resounding subterranean rumbling, the noise of something detonating can be heard. Either the spirit equipment of the enemy or the ally was destroyed, possibly induced by magical power. Perhaps it was the latter.
I could tell that Thilia was swaying slightly as we walked side by side. Her arrival here must have been earlier than mine, though it probably wasn’t that long since she joined the military either. Despite her brilliance, she was still a young woman who only had firsthand experience of the war from the rear. Was she terrified of an explosion this close up?
From somewhere came a humming song. It was a melody full of nostalgia that I recognized from somewhere else, but I couldn’t recall its name. Thilia cast an incredulous gaze in my way.
At the entrance to the Operations Control Room, the sight of people coming and going busily was evident. This location, the command center, would be only a stone’s throw away from the bomb if a bomb was dropped there. It would only be a matter of time before they were dropped. Everyone would probably be in a frenzy.
My hand fiddled with the baton that had been brought from my room. Although it will depend on the specific circumstances, some preparations have been taken. How to convince Lieutenant Colonel Brownie and the other soldiers to accept the strategy was all that was left to be done. In short, it was the same old thing.
With my usual neither too swift nor too slow steps, I strode into the hectic Operations Control Room―
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