Continental Hero Senki

"Mr. Berkson. Can you stand? You didn't get your leg cut off by torture, did you?

"Ah, ah."

When I urged him to do so, Mr. Berkson rose up noronorous. He's as tall as I am. Hmm. Maybe he's the same age.

"Okay. Let's go then. Hold my hand."

"... what?

"Fine. Neither do I want to walk with a man holding hands, because that would help you."

He listened to me and shook my hand, even as he lined his head with question marks. Man, what are we gonna do, hold hands and walk out of here? If I'm wrong, I'm not a faggot, okay?

"Then let's walk together. I'll walk out."

"... is that all?

"That's all. It's easy."

All Mr. Berkson and I have to do is walk with him, and he can be free.

But it might be a little hard for Mr. Berkson. He's barefoot and his toenails are peeled off. It's not normal. He must be attacking the pain.

"Hey, wait! Where are you going!

Let's walk in conversation to relieve Mr. Berkson's pain at all. A bit of a May fly around, well, you know, what? So busy personnel.

"Question 7. How old are you?

"Ma, wait. The question is the last one..."

"That's a lie. So, how old are you?

"... 16. In 10 days."

"Oh, are you my age!

"... what?

"I'm 16 this year too."

"What?"

He looked unexpected. No, no, no matter how you look at it, you're only gonna look like a healthy 15, right? Mr. Feene, how dare you be a year younger than me with that ability and a calm atmosphere? Compared to that, I'm still no better.

"Deputy Assistant Waresa! Wait!"

"Then question number 8. Now that I know you're the same age, can I stop saluting you?

"... oh, I don't mind that"

"I stopped saluting you because I got your permission, but what's up? Something's wrong with my teeth?

"No, ah, are you good with that?

"What's that?

When I heard that, Berkson answered briefly, "That" with a horrible finger.

At his fingertips was Munk's scream, Mr. Toto Manin. I've been screaming for real for a while now, but my face remains faceless. Wow, I'm scared.

"... leave me alone. You just have to think of a little birdie."

"Ha ha..."

Mr. Manin will try to stop us as we are, but it's hard for Mr. Fine and Mr. Anda to interrupt the course cleverly.

Then you thought you should detain Mr. Fine, but Mr. Fine at the time can't get his hands on him because he's walking in the wind of "I have nothing to do with it". Besides, the Fine SS is around now... and Mr. Fine hasn't become more popular at any point?

"Question 9. What's your favorite food?

"Uh, no, not particularly... if you insist, it's South China Sea food"

South Sea cuisine, on this continent I refer to Italian cuisine. I like you too, Pasta. I think the best dish in Silesia is South China Sea.

"Question number 10. What food don't you like?

"Goat's milk."

"Oh, that's an instant answer."

"Well. I hate you."

"But isn't goat milk a drink?

"I also hate cooking with goat's milk. Like goat's milk cheese."

"I see."

Goat milk? I'm not familiar with it. I don't even drink milk in the first place.

At some point we were trying to get out of the premises of the Crosno garrison instead of the High Police Department.

And Mr. Mannin and several other high-ranking police officers turned to block the path.

"Deputy Assistant Waresa. I would like to be cautious of any further misfortune."

"What if I said no?

"Your honor has no right of veto. Hey, soldier there!

The military there, it was not Mr. Fine or Mr. Anda who was called, but the Crosno guard who was at the entrance to the garrison. I was in love with Mr. Fine. You're Mr. Loricon.

"What is it?

"What happened to the declaration of an emergency in the garrison?

"Then it was disarmed earlier. Only one intruder has been identified, and it appears that the intruder has already fled the garrison."

Lorikon. Half way off. The intruder is still inside the critical garrison. And in front of me.

And it can't even be said. What matters is that it is no longer "active".

"Right, thanks. Then Deputy Assistant Waresa. Request the surrender of the man's identity pursuant to Article 11, paragraph 2, of the Imperial Criminal Code"

The fact that it is no longer an issue has made the treatment of State offenders a priority for the High Police Service.

But I'm under the assumption. No problem.

"What if I said no?

"At that time, I will arrest you for the crime of popular incitement, as well as for concealment, abduction and many other crimes! You can't make it easy for the rest of your life!

That's right. Keh.

Anyway, it's obvious you're willing to arrest me just for opening up Berkson. Who rides that hand?

Then Mr. Fine comes from behind and ears to Kossoli and Berkson.

"On the signal of Deputy Assistant Waresa, Mr. Berkson would like you to run at all costs towards the carriage. Forced to break through."

"But..."

"If you want to be free, follow the instructions"

There was a rare fever in Mr. Feene's voice. She seems serious, too.

And when she came forward, now she hit and changed and said in a cold voice, to everyone on this occasion.

"Please excuse us, apparently we have nothing to do with this"

That's what she declared. The person at the High Police Department seemed to receive it as "not knowing anything about Waresa's coverage," and Mr. Mannin's face was laughing a little.

Mr. Fine and Mr. Anda get into the carriage that was keeping them waiting near the entrance to the garrison. That's the official carriage of the Silesian embassy I was using when I came to Crosno.

"Deputy Assistant Waresa, bring Berkson's figure here. This is our last call."

If you pull any more, you're under arrest. Yes, yes. Really? Really?

"I refuse"

"Right. You're an idiot. [M] All right, restrain..."

But I took the lead. Do what you want, you son of a bitch!

"Fireball (Fireball)!

"Ha!?

The moment I activated the magic, neighbor Berkson, no, everyone on the spot was stunned. "It's insane how outsiders unleash magic on the base! Feels like."

The High Police Commissioner, stunned by the sudden sorcery, was pitifully losing his back. The fireball didn't hit anyone, but temporarily no one was there to interfere with our path.

"All right, run!

When I signaled so, Berkson never ran out to the carriage, although he was confused for a moment.

My toenails peeled off, and running barefoot would be hard, and I was worried because he had been in custody for over a month, but he ran through unexpectedly fast.

Upon arrival at the carriage, Ms. Berkson finally succeeded in boarding the carriage with Ms. Anda's hand.

This made Operation Eighty Percent a success. All I have to do is run away.

However, the High Police Commissioner has already re-established his system. There is no escape gap.

"Yuzef Waresa! I'm arresting you for attempted assault!

Mr. Mannin, execution of an angry arrest. Other bureaucrats are trying to surround me and detain me. I'm not strong enough to fight a white soldier against such a number of opponents. It's not Sarah.

But I don't want to be held captive.

"I refuse. Mr. Manin."

I mean, with perseverance... perseverance, right? I'm not sure, but - I argued so.

"Say what! Your sins are clear!

Sin is clear. Right. I think so, too. So, what's the problem with that?

I'll reopen it and get something out of my nostalgia. My last card, and my strongest trump card. It's a diplomat's ID.

"I am Yuzef Waresa, Diplomat of the Kingdom of Silesia (...)"

"... what's wrong with that?

It didn't seem to get through to Mr. Manin's idiots, but some of the bureaucrats who were surrounding me noticed. That I'm a "diplomat," what does that mean?

"My body, which is a diplomat, is stipulated in Article 29 of the Esterburg Convention that 'may not be detained or detained in any way'. Therefore I hereby exercise the legitimate rights provided for by the Treaty!

"... ugh!

The strongest trump card only diplomats have. That is the "diplomatic privilege".

All the provisions in diplomatic relations are clearly cultured by the Treaty of Esterburg, which has been ratified by all the countries present on the continent. This is no exception to the Raskino Free Nation, which has only recently been able to do so, or even the Eastern Continental Empire, which has many enemies. Naturally, both Ostmarc and Silesia have ratified it.

The most heinous of these diplomatic privileges is the "privilege of not arresting diplomats".

I mean, no matter what a diplomat does, even if he kills or robs or runs away or eats or runs away or finally rolls up the skirt of a woman walking in the city, the Imperial Security Authorities can't arrest a diplomat.

"Yes, but this is unacceptable!

"I don't know. That's not true. I have merely exercised my legitimate rights under a well-established treaty. If you have any objections, I was wondering if we could protest again at a later date on official diplomatic route."

If a diplomat commits a certain crime and flees with diplomatic privilege, he can escape. There is one way to do something about it.

It is to activate the "Refusal to treat diplomats (persona non grata)". This is, well, to put it simply, "I don't trust this diplomat at all!?".

In this case, the Imperial Government first informs us through the Silesian Embassy, "I like such a fucking kid as Yuzef Waresa. I will do whatever I want, so please disqualify him as a diplomat or ask him to go home".

And the embassy of Silesia will notify the country and vet it, and if the Ministry of Foreign Affairs orders, "Then Yuzef Waresa will come back to the country," I will have to go home.

On the other hand, if no domestic recall order has been issued or refused after a certain period of time, the Imperial security authorities are supposed to be able to arrest and detain me as a general public.

This "refusal to treat diplomats (persona non grata)" is also provided for in the Treaty of Esterburg, which I have just mentioned.

Then should Mr. Manin, who is now in front of us, notify you of the "refusal to treat diplomats (persona non grata)"! Unfortunately, it doesn't.

Because only the Ministry of Foreign Affairs has the power to declare "Refusal to treat diplomats (persona non grata)".

And this time, I have the Foreign Secretary, Marquis Coudenhoff, the Foreign Secretary, Count Linz, and his daughter, Mr. Fine, on my side. And the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Ministry of the Interior are in conflict over the Silesian issue.

What do you think? You won't come to me with a "refusal to treat diplomats". "If there is a formal request from the Ministry of the Interior, I will tell the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to reject it," Ms Fine told me. That's why my safety was promised.

All I can do now is shut up and give way to Mr. Manin.

"Well, I'll be there."

"Ma, not yet! Take over that carriage before the aide gets in..."

"I reject that, too. That is the official carriage of the Silesian embassy. The inviolability of official carriages is also laid down in the Treaty of Esterburg"

That's why Berkson, who's in the carriage, is safe. You can say the Kingdom of Silesia in the carriage.

Mr. Manin had no further objection to me, but paved the way quietly.

23: 50.

Me and Berkson took off the garrison safely.

... I thought you were going to die.