Continental Hero Senki

The following, 26 November. It is several holidays since coming to Esterburg. Brigadier General Sternback sank with a hangover, by the way. When I tried to say hello, they said, "Don't shout out loud."

I communicate my intention to go out to the clerk who has become relatively close and go outside the embassy. The belongings are cash and ID only. Identity cards are an important indication that I'm a diplomat, so if I lose them, it's important.

With this, you can use the "diplomatic privilege" that you are familiar with in spy movies. The Ostomark security authorities can't arrest and detain me for partial exemption from taxes or violation of the law. Extreme stories, it is also possible to escape with diplomatic privilege even if you commit murder. Well, in that case, you get caught up in the military discipline of the Silesian army and the Silesian penal code, and Ostmarc usually ends his life because he can issue an expulsion order against a diplomat he doesn't like.

So self-weight. I would never run away from eating.

So, speaking of what you're going to do, did I just say the previous phase to continue yesterday's story?

The conversation with Mr. Fine was very tame, but I still have to meet him in person a few times to pack up the conversation just because the content of the story is what it is. There is also a risk that the letter will be censored. So within yesterday I was deciding "where to meet in Esterburg". Yeah, it's really like a spy movie.

... and I'm being followed by eighty-nine people. I didn't come with a pikipikin to show my sixth sense. I just thought I was being tailed for circumstantial reasons. An officer from a peasant who came to the Grand Duke's lair and had an interaction with Her Royal Highness. It is full of suspicion. If I were Brigadier General Sternback, I'd follow one or two of the tails. That's why I'm on vacation today thinking about what it's like to be the followers. I don't like vacations I can't take...

If the other guy is a professional tracker, he's probably out of my hands. We'll have to rely on Mr. Feene or the Count. On the other hand, if you're an amateur, you still have work to do. I don't think I'd hire a pro for a peasant opponent though.

In the meantime, I'll take a proper walk through Esterburg. Eat, shop, and sightsee appropriately while also peeking downtown, government, and slums. Although Esterburg is south of Silesia, it is still at sunset at 16 because of its high latitude. The cold is a bit better than Silesia. Whether it is Silesia or Ostmarc, the sky is bright blue despite the fact that temperatures are so low that the water freezes is unlikely in Japan in previous life. I think Japan had a special climate.... I wonder if Japan is in this world, too. Is it decent, sword-wielding, and I'm not sure if the Americans are saying something like "Kirky Kokshi Tekuda Sai"? I'm a little concerned.

gossip (aside from that).

The tracker was found quite light. When "Tamara fell" all over the city, two men rushed to hide in an alley. I can see that too. He's an amateur. I thought there might be many of them, and I walked appropriately and tried to blur out the tracker, but those were the only two I found. Well, you can't break four or six against me like this. You won't be so free.

30 November. A letter came to me. For some reason, the Counsellor, who came to deliver this, had a grumpy face. What happened to this guy?

The sender's name is Brigadier General Fina Bednarek. The letter, which was inside a burnt brown envelope, contained a brief greeting, as well as a report on developments within the Silesian army and a confession of stupidity, hard work, success stories and, finally, love: "Marry me when you return to Silesia". What is this?

Needless to say, I don't know the name of a woman named Fina Bednarek. Probably about Fine von Linz. This. Silesian female name style though.

The letter was also interesting as a simple read. If someone who doesn't know me in detail reads this letter, they'll only think, "Oh, I guess you're the lover I met at the Silesian cadet school. Explode." I thought so, too. I think Mr. Feene would be talented if he wrote this. I think you should stop being a military man and become a novelist. So, I didn't send you these letters to make you read these fabrications. Probably to escape censorship.

Hmm, how did you escape censorship when it was a comic...

There is no hole in the letter. It was not that I made a hole in the letter with a needle to make it into a sentence. So it's a vertical reading? I thought so, but that wasn't the same. I don't know if I read vertically, diagonally, or just at the end of the sentence. That's a lot of difficulty, Oi. I've been worried about it for about 10 minutes, but I didn't know.

I have no choice, do I change my mood? I thought so and tried to serve the letter as an envelope...... so I noticed.

Remove the knife and dismantle the envelope. Then there was a letter on the back of the envelope. Moreover, it was written to and from the table, small and thin, behind where the sender was written, so that the censor could easily miss it. This would be hard to find. I almost couldn't find it either. Craftsmanship is what it takes to get here.

I don't know who the censor is, but if they change the envelope to something else, they can say they're censoring. But it's hard to dismantle the envelope without damaging it. - The limit is to gently open the envelope and close it as if nothing had happened.

So, if I painstakingly open it that far, the content is almost a love story. If the person who opened this was my virgin, it would be a mental breakdown.

... Counsellor, you're still young. Life is about to come.

Well, what was written in the envelope was terribly simple. Only time and place. There is no date. I guess I don't have a date because I don't know my date. I have to tell him the day I can move quite freely, that is, the holidays.

Considering the time you get your reply letter, don't be late for your next holiday. Write the following, 10 days later holiday in a letter.

Apparently all letters from the embassy will be censored to prevent confidential leaks. So don't let it be censored, write for her, an impractical lieutenant named Fina Bednarek.

Seasonal greetings to match her, love stories with updates. Write only one date in the text. That's the day I first met Fina, or something. Write it down. And at the end of the day, write "Love more than Ostmarc" and end.... Write it down yourself. What is it, but I feel awfully nauseous. And the mental torture of confessing to a fictional girlfriend, somehow I couldn't stop crying.

And you can send it to the address that was written to me. Her father, or Count Linz, is a man of intelligence called the Foreign Ministry Bureau of Investigation. I would be able to censor one or two of the letters. So I don't use a pseudonym, I don't hide my identity. And if you censor me, I'm saying you'll get a letter at the disposal of nature and the Count.

... Yeah, spying is tough.