Isaac

Isaac comes back to Newport City to supply the ammunition, climbs up to the roof where he lives, finds Rizzley sitting in a corner and asks.

“What are you doing there? ”

“Don't you see? Why am I doing this? I'm criticizing Sana. ”

Isaac grumbles at Isaac's words and looks at Rizzley standing up, smiling mournfully.

“You must have suffered well. ”

“It was no joke. ”

Rizzley's white fur is stained with colorful ink, ripped and gnawed off.

“What about Knette and Reisha? ”

“He's on his way. ”

“Send it back tomorrow. ”

“Oh my! Help me! ”

Rizzley rushes to Isaac's stern orders and pleads. A large bear was constipated, whimpering as if it were a woman, but it was disgusting for Isaac to know Rizzley's human form.

“Since when did the Northbears become weapons of pretense? ”

“Hnng. My habit of dealing with human women... I'm going to die anyway!" ”

“No. ”

Rizzley, who was bent on his resolute attitude, suddenly saw Knette and Reisha sneaking their faces across the rooftop entrance behind Isaac's back, flashing their eyes and returning to the human form.

“Are you worried that she won't be able to see you? ”

Krishna and Reisha's ears twitch at Rizley's question.

“What a rumor. Where did you hear that? Well, isn't that obvious? ”

The NSA agents were funded by future rewards, but were fundamentally dispatched from other stations. Of course, the information will be delivered in real time.

“This is the first task of the Guard Service. The other departments are looking to see how they're doing at the level of surveillance. ”

“Then you all know what I did. ”

“Yes. Operations kids have lost their horses from the start, and analysts say they're grinding their teeth because of what they're doing, Libya. ”

“Surveillance?”

I don't care about the forces of Humankind. What matters is the Surveillance Bureau. No matter how strong the human power may be, if the heterosexes represented by the watchdog decide to be defeated, the level of human culture really reverts to the Middle Ages.

“I don't care about other people's morals and common sense. ”

It's cold, but it's true. Only humans try to impose their beliefs and standards on the basis of the group.

“Is that really why you left Miss Knette and Miss Leisha out? ”

As she keeps talking to the other side, Rizzley's eyes widen, and she quickly bites again. Isaac bites a cigarette and nods slightly.

“...... There's nothing like that. It's not a sight for sore eyes. ”

“Phew! Kids... ”

The sound of children almost bursts out, and Rizzley sees the sparkle in Knette's eyes.

“Heh heh. You don't have to worry about that at all. ”

“Why?”

“As I said before, human ethics and common sense have nothing to do with us. because they're both just fair and vicious, and when we look at them, they're just people. ”

Isaac stares at Rizley with a slight shock on his words and chuckles.

“Is that so? Hehe. Yeah, it could be. ”

In Isaac's smile, Rizzley said, relieved.

“Then let's go together for the next operation.... ”

“No. ”

As Isaac shakes his head, Rizzley's complexion turns violent and he desperately tries to persuade her to look more ferocious.

“Does it really matter that you let me hang out with a fake? ”

“Of course. We should set up an alibi in case anyone suspects." ”

“Then why don't you and Lleisha create a stand-in and let the bands go around? ”

“Huh? Is that so? ”

Isaac, who was leaning forward, smiles.

“But that's not going to work. ”

“Come on!”

Lizley screams, and Isaac takes a puff of smoke and tilts his head to say, "Why does he want to do this?"

“I don't care about Reisha, but Knett is still a child. ”

“So the part about the child... ”

At that instant, Rizzley shuts up with a glimmering jaw of Knette's, and the unidentified Isaac mutters in a bitter tone.

“It's because I'm uncomfortable, regardless of race. Kids have to eat, run hard, and sleep laughing about what they're going to do tomorrow. But still, somewhere they're starving, selling themselves for a penny, stealing a piece of bread to live. Grown-ups kill and die. It's a shitty world. No matter how I died, I was happier as a child than cursing the world. It's good to have a line of memories, isn't it? ”

“ ……. ”

Isaac laughs as Rizzley looks at you dumbfounded by Isaac's muttering.

“I don't mean to say it, but it's probably the only good thing left for me, and.... ”

Hypocrisy. It's a disgusting hypocrisy that just makes a lot of orphans and family members and wants to make more and more of them have a happy childhood.

“Tsk! I'm impressed by her, too. Forget it."

She scratches her head at Isaac's words, kicking his tongue, recalling the image of Lillia crying out after catching the dead boy. Knette and Reisha are suddenly gone.

“I've been back.”

Saints asked Rizzley next to him for a reason with his eyes when he didn't feel well, but carefully said as he shakes his head.

“Business?”

“I paid good money for it. ”

“I heard war makes money, but I'm sure it's still a business. ”

“ ……. ”

Although they are closely related to Central, they do not overstep. So Saints had no choice but to create a Phantom Merchant Guild.

They sell munitions to both families. Isaac picks it up and hands it to Saints. The Ghost Merchant Guild of Saints sells the goods on the whitewash. The Tributes sell it back to both families. Can we call this a business, where the cost of production is not a penny, but the money is taken away from the goods that we have?

“But you'll find out soon enough. ”

Saints said with a worried expression. Now, the Colored People are buying for you at Isaac's request, but if you repeat this, you'll be suspicious.

Isaac's Fishing Merchant Guild, which doesn't have a production facility, sells munitions. It's strange not to notice that most of the goods are made by their Guild.

“It doesn't matter. You can sell it to the erl and the erl by then. I can sell it for half the price. ”

“You must be a crazy, jumpy quarterback. ”

Even if they sell their products at a much cheaper price, Isaac has no production cost. The Tributes have to compete against the goods they sell, but they cannot be opponents.

But I can't even protest because it's Central and Isaac is involved. I literally have to moan in my stomach.

“What about the little brothers? ”

“Well, it's going to take some time. ”

When Saints hesitated and replied, Isaac turned and looked at Saints with a cool gaze, and at that moment, Saints suddenly felt his back cool in the town square.

“As soon as rumors of civilian casualties spread, more humans prowled around the little brothers for compensation. ”

“It doesn't matter. We must keep our promises. ”

“I'm sure they'll tear it up around me. ”

“If we want to hide the trees in our world, we have to hide them in the forest. ”

“Do you support the entire family? ”

“It's the profit you make without spending a penny anyway. It wouldn't matter if you did some good in the world. And tell your head to send the boys on a business trip. They're after the money with the kids' noses. It's obvious. It's all George. Because if you find out someone's protecting you, it's gone. ”

“I understand.”

“And what did I tell you to find out? ”

Isaac quickly gives Isaac a chunky piece of paper as he looks around and notices Rizzley.

“I understood Isaac's instructions. ”

“Are you sure? ”

“Yes, this is information that only the elderly of those indigenous peoples knew. You really did hide it from me. ”

Isaac glances over the documents from Saints. Rizzley approaches, curious, and leans back to Isaac's gaze.

“Am I not supposed to know? ”

“This is a lady's homework. ”

Isaac, who was stubborn about what Rizley said, burned the paperwork to the ground and turned it into ash and said to Saints.

“Who has this information? ”

“That's what we missed in Central. No, I'm sure the analyst has some information, but it's not a matter of intensive analysis, so I can't miss it. It's just me and Isaac at the moment. ”

“For now?”

“Heh heh. If you look at my movements in Central, you'll be exposed. ”

“Not really.”

Isaac nods at Saints and says to Rizzley,

“Rizzley.”

“Yes.”

“Warn the Surveillance and Operations and Analysis, of course. This is a homework assignment I gave you, so I don't care if you find out, but if you tell me before she asks, the agents in that department will kill my prominent tribe unconditionally. ”

It sounds more scary because it's not a joke.

“I'll be sure to pass it on. ”

As Rizzley nods, Saints hesitates and asks Isaac.

“Well, are you going to continue? ”

“Why, do you pity me? ”

“That's right…. ”

“You don't think this is the first time, do you? ”

“But I can't help what happened, but I can stop what's about to happen.... ”

“No, it's just what happened as long as Central decided and I intervened. ”

“…… Yes. ”

In Isaac's declaration, Saints bows. I was disappointed with the boss' decision to do this, but what was even more insulting was that Isaac was involved.