Isaac

“Good thing for you, I'm so mad at my father.... ”

Crent grunts as she smiles brightly and grimaces as she grabs Isaac's leg. Goldman, Krent's father and merchant of the Ribolen Merchant Guild, decided to recover all the damage caused by the riot from the Ribolen Merchant Guild for free after hearing the news that his son was the scourge of the riot that had turned the city upside down.

“Shut up! Go away! You stay away from me. I'd like to cast all kinds of curses on you if I could. ”

Isaac grins and says, smiling happily.

“Oh, you didn't know? Cursed by the work of the original merchant. ”

“Aren't you a knight? ”

“By the way, I'm a knight now, right? ”

Isaac sighs, looking at Cront tilting his head. If it wasn't for the visible amount of Mana in Trent, Isaac would really want to believe the rumor that he bought a top story title for money.

Kwaguang!

The sound of an explosion that vibrates the heavens and the earth envelops the earth. The screams of the soldiers are buried in a faint burst of sound. The mountain that boasted about the splendid mountain range reveals its yellow innards in a continuous explosion, and leaves and piles of scattering soil float high in the sky and then rain down like rain. The soldiers lie flat in the trenches, praying for the bombing to be over quickly.

“Charlie Jean! Charlie Chang! Shit, pick up the radio, you son of a bitch! ”

“Boo, X.O.! ”

“Why!”

“Hey, there……. ”

“…… rotten! That's platoon OP, isn't it? ”

“Yes.”

The cannonball was directly against the OP. The bunker made of solid concrete had already disappeared without a trace, and of course the platoon commander and the messenger who would have been stuck inside had also disappeared. There was no time to mourn or grieve over the loss of a comrade. There are still sights of Abigail in the explosion of the rainy cannonball.

Cheers!

- Step…… PP…….

“What is it? Party Alpha! Rewind!”

Barely penetrating the noise, he shouted in a hurry to the sound of the radio.

Tsk, tsk!

- …… Step 4!

I could barely hear a word in the noise I couldn't understand, and as soon as I realized what it meant, my back became cool.

“Bastards! Chemical fallout! Chemical fallout!”

The soldiers next to you shout at the radio and pull out their cowardly masks.

“What are you doing, idiots? Step four! ”

But is it a good thing the dressing supplies were ready to be satisfied? I quickly put on the protective cloth, put on the gas mask, and then I changed the cleaning bins.

“Boo, X.O.! ”

“Huff!”

“Hnng, Hnng…. ”

“H-help me.... ”

The chemicals that approached like the reaper's hands were still unfamiliar with the soldiers who had not finished being protected, so they squeezed the hearts of the gaping soldiers.

“Admiral! Where's the Admiral?! Get the MARK-1!”

You stick the syringe in the soldiers' bodies and apply an antidote to try to save them in a hurry, but the soldiers' bodies tremble like shock.

“Ugh! I can't breathe... ”

“No! Don't take it off!”

A soldier takes off his mask seizure without holding his breath. One or two acne-like blisters appear on the soldier's face with a cool expression and begin to cover his entire face.

“Ugh! Go, I'm itchy. Aah! Help me! ”

Every time I scratched my face without resisting the itching, my skin came out together.

“Sa, help me! ”

“... I'm sorry. ”

Bang!

“Huff!”

Isaac gets up out of bed, sweating cold. Isaac grips his head in agony and grunts for a moment. He pulls out a cigarette like a habit and lights a fire. The refreshing sensation that made me feel so cool deep inside my heart wrapped around my whole body that I could barely calm my beating heart.

“...... What a shitty dream. ”

Now I thought I'd forgotten. No, I thought so. However, after encountering the remnants of a civilization that cannot exist in this world, the memories of the past continue to remind me of nightmares and prevent me from getting a good night's sleep.

“Looks like post-traumatic stress disorder. ”

Psychosis is common among people who have experienced war. Constantly resounding screams, burning corpses in open flames, explosions of shells and raining bullets....

“Haha, now you're dreaming. Are you jealous?”

After taking a cold bath filled with water, I looked at the man in the mirror. I glanced at the slightly awkward man with black hair and the black eyes. Dazed, yet deeply helpless eyes...

Isaac raises his hand and taps his left eye. The lens was glued to the left eye just like it was glued to it. I didn't feel any pain, and I rubbed my fingers all over it. Rather, my eyes felt better. The thread of Mana floating around still makes my senses dizzy.

Isaac silently looks at his left eye and mutters.

“You mean you can't turn your back? ”