What I can't trust about the boy I named Vanita was more information about him than he told me about his actions as a slave soldier.
I think back over and over about what he said, but I don't mind the room getting dark.
A child chosen as a storage destination for Arxia's knowledge is not necessarily a story.
but I felt that his story was too theoretical (...) for anything more than a mere repository of knowledge.
There is no shortage of information to be spoken, and the muscle path is standing. Such discourse is gained through training, and what is needed is a person on the side of leveraging knowledge.
Because Nazlik's reality is completely unclear without much material, I feel that Vanita's impression is too chaotic.
I'm pretty sure we should hear from other kids, but the question is who to pick.
According to Vanita's story, the children are in a state of mutual surveillance, and there's unlikely to be a mix of trained juvenile soldiers, but not zero.
Whoever you listen to needs to be chosen carefully. … but the problem is that we can't take the time to identify it.
Since the war situation has begun to move, give instructions to the soldiers remaining in the territory, attend meetings that would be held, arrange supplies, produce reports, view materials… and other things in the territory at your discretion, give instructions, and check the movements of the Wang capital… so much so that your head is about to ache, there is a pile of things to do.
"Um..."
Thinking about what to do, Latka, who saw the dark indoors and lit the candlestick, called out so.
Raising her gaze to encourage her to talk, Latka has a slightly lost look. There was a distressing atmosphere from when I saw Vanita in one day, but it was a little different. One way or another, hesitant.
"... to the dungeon, may I go? The,"
"You want to talk to the prisoner?
I don't even think the situation is that close, but I somehow know why I care.
"Uh, something, I was wondering"
I lean my neck unexpectedly at what I say is a bad tooth cut.
Then, ah, Latka raised a small voice.
"Oh, no, yeah. If you don't mind."
"... I thought what do you care?
Don't get the guidelines, I demand the extreme words. Because of our long and intense relationship, we haven't had much of this with Latka lately, and that was what made the extra distant interaction feel like a hundred million robberies.
"Well... I was wondering if I would use my captors to get in your way or if they would suspect me.... Sorry."
out of his mouth after plenty of hesitation. Besides, I inadvertently stop.
Those words, which I was hesitant to say, said that the words of apology that were added had been said and done rightfully.
... Latka is one of the most swept and still swept by my human mistrust. Still, now as a shadow, I share almost everything.
Trust is an interrelationship, a backlog, and I think it's too much now.
I was foolishly optimistic that the incident in the carriage the other day was completely gone.
But he still suspects a letter from me. It spanned many years. That's not something that can disappear so easily.
"─ No, I'm sorry. I apologize for that."
Latka finally loosened her expression slightly when she spouted her words carefully so as not to twist them as hard as she could to grasp her muddy chest.
"Ha, horse deer. Me and you are not reciprocal, so it's natural for me to apologize for not believing you, and you can't help but doubt me. … that's when the boulders started to see it."
It's not reciprocal, etc., but is it a lightning hide? Latka took away the chilled tea at my disposal and drank it all at once.
Hmm, and make me snort and laugh at the trick.
"All right, go. I was just thinking that someone should be ordered to observe the prisoners. I'll leave you to it, Elise."
"Copy that," Dear Hall. "
Usually I would never say, Latka left the room, imitating the unique way the soldiers of the leadership called it.