Third Death Row Series: According to God, Death Is Salvation and Killing Is a Good Deed. The Source Is Me. - Chapter 15
- Third Death Row Series: According to God, Death Is Salvation and Killing Is a Good Deed. The Source Is Me.
- Chapter 15 - Next Mission Location
Translator: MadHatter Editor: MadHatter
After three days of visiting Iris, I received a notice of personnel change, just as she had told me.
The contents of the notice were just as she had told me at the time: I was to be stationed in Ciscima, a small town located far east of the capital Aether, and be responsible for guarding a checkpoint located in the vicinity.
The unit had already been designated over there, and my direct subordinate Thilia, along with the slave soldiers who had fought together at the first relay point during the Uranus battle, and Eira, were to accompany me on the operation.
At first I thought that Eira, aside from the slave boys, would pose a bit of a hassle, but then I reconsidered that it would be preferable to keep her close by and monitor her rather than let her wander off in the distance. In the worst-case scenario, I could dispose of her during the mission, and if I could win her trust during the mission, then all the better. Everything was a matter of perspective, right?
Three days later, at dawn, seventeen of my subordinates had assembled in front of the main gate, ready to depart, and after a brief greeting and explanation, we began our march. Well, even though I referred to it as a march, there were just 18 of us who crammed into two transport trucks for the whole of the 10-hour entertaining journey.
The “entertaining” aspect was a lie, of course, but the mood of the passengers depended on the respective drivers of the trucks. While the boys in the truck driven by Thilia were relatively harmonious, the ones in the truck driven by Eira were a veritable corpse of a body.
“Like I said, your driving is too rough! Think about the people in the truck!”
“Oh? They are the soldiers who protect the country, what naive things are you spouting about? Are we going to the countryside for an enjoyable drive, huh? If you’re a soldier, why don’t you think about reaching your destination earlier and killing as many of the enemy as you can, instead of worrying about how you’re feeling!”
The two of them were quarreling like this at the break point along the way, but as someone who lacked any sense of being a soldier, I was inclined to agree with Thilia wholeheartedly. Of course, it was self-evident that if I told her, the brunt of Eira’s coarse and venomous tongue, which did not suit her endearing figure, would be directed at me, so I refrained from meddling in the matter.
As expected, Eira, who was not affected by Thilia’s sermon at all, left Thilia’s truck behind and arrived at her destination, Ciscima, an hour earlier than the scheduled time, apparently. On the other hand, I arrived fifteen minutes later than scheduled, for which Thilia apologized to me several times.
I had been informed that Ciscima was a small town, but when I actually arrived, it turned out to be more of a village than a town. The mayor of Ciscima, who greeted us as soon as we arrived, told us that the total population of the town was less than a thousand, and that half of the people in the town were people who had just crossed the checkpoint and were taking a break. Assuming that the number of people stationed in the town was also included, the actual number would be around 2,000. Well, with that many people, it could barely be called a town.
We then proceeded to the Ciscima checkpoint, which was to be our primary duty station, after politely informing the mayor that we would be dependent upon him for the duration of the six-month mission. There was already a unit at the checkpoint, and from now on, mine and that unit would periodically guard the checkpoint.
“Hello, you must be the tactician I’ve been hearing so much about. I am Captain Michel Constant, commander of the Constant Corps.”
Michel, the commander of the Constant Corps, a unit already stationed in the area, was wearing a fresh smile before my eyes. Like his name, he appeared to be a picture-perfect young man of American descent, with dazzling blond hair that shone in the sun and fresh white teeth that were visible through the cracks in his smile. Had I not met him here, I would not have thought he was a soldier covered in mud and reeking of gunpowder.
“I am Captain Kanaki Taiga. Please don’t call me a tactical officer. I am just a fool who played too many tricks during the operation and ended up losing the base.”
“T-That’s not true!”
When I spoke in the imperial language, though a little haltingly, Thilia interrupted me.
These days, conversations have become more and more frequent without the help of Thilia’s interpretation, but without her help, such happenings were bound to occur.
“Oh, uh… excuse me!”
Her lenses were not deployed at present, so she could not see, but she must have noticed that the eyes of the people around her were focused on her. She lowered her head in embarrassment and her ears were a blazing red color.
“Haha, at least you seem to be adored by your subordinates.”
“Please excuse me, I’ll give her a stern talking-to later…”
“No, no, there is no need for that. More importantly, can’t you do something about your stiff attitude? There are no nagging bigwigs here anyway. We’re going to be on a mission together for at least another six months. It’s not going to be a brief relationship, so let’s lighten things up. How old are you?”
“…I don’t remember exactly, but I think I’m about twenty-seven.”
“Oh, so you are about the same age as me. I’ll be twenty-seven this year. Technically speaking, you’re still older than me, but I’d appreciate it if you can overlook my behavior.”
As he laughed, Michel’s pearly white teeth flashed.
It was better than the obstinate Leina Brownie and the others who had expressed their dislike of me at the Uranus Hill, even though he appeared a bit too approachable.
I made an exaggerated gesture of relaxing my shoulders and gave a smile that was almost shy.
“All right. Let’s both ease ourselves together, shall we, Michel?”
“Haha, I’m glad you are so quick to understand, Kanaki. Please take good care of me from now on.”
After shaking hands, he turned the conversation back to the mission.
“We have arranged for you guys to sleep in the town. Although the inn is modest, we have booked out the entire space for the next six months, so you won’t have any trouble fitting your stuff inside. We’ll be managing the checkpoints for the time being over the next week. Following that, I’m thinking of taking over at intervals of seven to ten days. Is that okay?”
“Yeah. That should be fine, roughly speaking. Let’s discuss it at the bar when we have more time later.”
“Haha, talking about the mission in a bar is not something I would expect from a tactical officer. I can’t go to a bar, but my room would be fine. I will prepare things for you, as well as deepen our friendship.”
Michel smiled broadly and returned to his post. A dozen or so young soldiers were waiting for him, and I assumed that they were members of the Constant Corps. Whether they were all regular members or not remained a mystery to me, but at least they weren’t quite as awful as my own unit, which was made up entirely of non-regulars save Thilia.
Then we packed our luggage, temporarily waited for dinner, and had some free time after going to the inn as directed by Michel.
Due to mobility limitations, slave soldiers were not permitted to leave the inn, but Thilia and Eira had different rules. Since I wanted to look around the town as well, I allotted myself some free time, and decided to make the most of it―
Check out the series: First Death Row Series: Results of Psychopathology Diagnosis of Kanaki Taiga, Second Death Row Series: A Death Row Convict Teaches at a School of Magic, Third Death Row Series: According to God, Death Is Salvation and Killing Is a Good Deed. The Source Is Me.
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