"Your Excellency is here for you. Please accompany us to the office."
By the time a few lead soldiers said so and visited my room, the sun was already setting.
I haven't had breakfast. I haven't even had lunch. Or because of the loop, I feel like I've been away from something called a meal for a long time. I can no longer say eyeball grill, etc. I want meat.
But they called me. I have to go.
When I thought about it and dived into my room door, for some reason, I was in the white room.
"... to?
"Long time no see, Mr. Cattleya"
In the center of the white room, which previously had no furniture whatsoever, there are two chairs arranged so that the desk is opposite one. And on the other hand, a familiar nayo man sat down.
"Arge,"
"Here you go. Why don't you call me?"
Mr. Arge points his hand at the chair across the street.
... walking over to him with such plenty of room, I grabbed that chest thoughtfully and rocked.
"What do you mean! What is this! Why is the loop over!
"Oh, that's"
"Looks like the assassin got away with anything but Ines! We haven't solved anything! Mr. Riselle didn't tell me anything important! I don't know what that means anymore!
"Let me explain, I'll explain! Oh, don't pull it!
A sad scream sounds like a cum. So I returned to me and took my hand off Mr. Arge's chest.
"... sorry. But I didn't think I'd see you again, so I messed up."
"Ha, ha... Stay, well, I know you're surprised. Last time I saw you, I'd never see you again."
Mr. Arge nods cuckoldly as he examines his messy collar.
And also, just tell him to sit in the chair, slap the table weakly.
"This time, I came up with something to talk to you about. But in my current state, I can't even have a lot of conversations. … Sorry to bother you, but could you sign this document first?"
"Paperwork?"
When I sat down, Mr. Arge took out a bunch of paper. All packed with strange languages.
I glanced at the paper carefully, but something hidden cipher never came up.
What kind of paperwork is this?
Though in doubt, I returned the paper to Mr. Arge.
"... I can't write"
"Huh. Mr. Cattleya, can't you write?"
"Rude!
When she glanced at him, Mr. Arge shrugged back and made a small scream.
If you're so scared, I wish I hadn't said anything rude. This guy is definitely the kind of guy who says extra things and doesn't hot on girls.
"You can write in official, classical and western languages! I just don't ever sign any paperwork when I'm alone and my father tells me to be tough! When you really need an autograph, ask someone to follow you."
"Ahhh...... That's a wise father, isn't it? You know your daughter very well."
……
"I'm sorry."
I wonder what the hell it is. Why do I have to be fooled by suspicious people in a place like this if I think I'm out of the loop?
"And I can't read this letter at all. Is this really a document?"
"Yeah, it's a recording language used by observers. In order to prevent confidential spills, there are tricks that the average person can't read."
"... you want me to sign something like that?
"But I can't talk to you in detail about not writing this. Please. Please sign it. Really, I understand it's an unfriendly specification, but this is the first time I've done this."
Mr. Arge gives me paperwork all the way in front of me, pecking again and again.
I received the paper again, looking at the paper I could not understand no matter how much I looked at it.
... What shall I do? Mr. Arge says he's not willing to fool you, but I wonder if it actually says "Give Your Land Half" or "Give Me Half Your Savings" sneaky.
But I'm interested in Mr. Arge's story. You can't go home without getting any information like this.
On second thought, I personally don't have any land or savings.
Yeah, write it down.
Decided, I wrote "Cattleya Balto” in a blank space that looked like a signature column. Then Mr. Arge spoke up, "Oh."
"I thought I'd do it. You can't do that. Please rewrite it properly"
"Huh?"
"Aren't you Katrea Vlage already? Write your name properly."
They said it in a strangely catchy way, but somehow the fluffy sensation spread in my chest rather than offending me.
Oh, I'm Katrea Vlage. I didn't expect your daughter-in-law to feel any better here.
...... Katrea Vlage. Not bad. I think I got a little smarter.
Write down your name as you loosen your cheek and hand it to Mr. Arge. He checked the paper many times and breathed relieved. And I'll change my posture and cough.
"Yes, then, Mr. Cattleya. You have now been granted permission to view observation information. With this authority, it is possible for you to check the information collected by our observers as well. … well, the only thing I can show you is the events you are involved in"
"... Yes?
"This is unusual. Normally, observation information cannot first be disclosed to just ordinary people. If you do that, you'll distort space-time in no time. You are the first general historical viewer since the observatory began."
They say it's kind of amazing, but I don't understand what's amazing.
But Mr. Arge speaks in an exaggerated tone, as if this were a historic grand event.
"This incident has developed into a situation that could overshadow the perception of the Observatory from the ground up.
As I've told you before, the information an observer possesses has the potential to distort history by itself. In the past, there have been major problems with that. So basically, our information will never be disclosed to the outside world.
But because of that moldy smell rule, this response was delayed, and you consumed the loop like hot water, and as a result, this timeline fell to the point where it was one step away from collapse.
... Well, miraculously, history moved on in the last loop, and the distortions were eliminated. Prior to this chicken race betting on the timeline, both the old fashioners, who said that the presence of observers should be kept thoroughly secret, and the innovators, who would not quit disclosing information if it was for the protection of time and space, ended up joining hands and praying to God as one.
“Give me a break, Mr. Cattleya", "
"... that's very disturbing."
"It's not cute to disturb you! You've had a rough time already!
Mr. Arge let tears seep through the edge of his eyes, screaming. Under my eyes, I even have a neighborhood. If you look closely, your skin is crusty.
Sure, I guess I had a pretty rough time....... but. Then I had a pretty hard time too!
"As I said before, it's not my fault I'm dead! Even now you still don't know what got you out of the loop with the right answer, but you couldn't have managed it in just a few times. I'd rather you be thankful for being able to get here without a hint!
……
Mr. Arge was silent for some reason.
He looks at me and laughs small at Nihil, "Are you grateful?"
"Fair enough. Anyway, we observers reflected a lot on this one. Although the risk of disclosure of information is very high, for exceptions like yours, we need to show you the way, even if we take some risks. Besides, it's also true that the conditions for this loop escape were very difficult.
… so there was a rapid meeting at the Observatory by the upper management. An additional sentence has been added to the Information Handling Regulation, which reads: "Observers are allowed to intervene and disclose information if the historical distortion origin determines that it is difficult to solve the problem on its own”. It's commonly known as the birth of the Cattleya policy. "
"Wow, please don't! Why would you name something like that?"
"To remember this mess. Give it up."
Mr. Arge laughs again "Phew." I feel a little angry about doing that.
... but. Without such a rule, the observers were not able to help anything until I got out of the loop on my own.
Mr. Arge nodded loudly as he seemed to have guessed such a question about this one.
"As I said earlier, this escape condition was very special and highly challenging.... That's enough that even if we intervene poorly, we might fail. So I had to entrust everything to your will.
So, you managed to get out of the loop at the critical place. But looking at the series of your deeds so far, our observers thought: “If we let this guy go wild like this, we could do something again", he said.
That's why. This time, I will show you specifically what history was supposed to follow. For that, it was an earlier authorization. "
"Does that mean you can tell me the truth about this loop"
"Yeah, about the loop"
... Oh, my God.
This is a very good time. If we find out the truth about the loop, we can talk to the Duke in detail after this.
Somewhat, I might be able to help catch the killer.
Mr. Arge rattles his fingers patsy.
Then, all of a sudden, a vibrant painting emerged on the wall of the room.... No, this is not a painting.
Realistic in appearance and colour, and moving. It's like you're reflecting someone's vision on the wall.
"First, let me show you about the time you traced. … Finally, be prepared."
Mr Arge says in a whimsical tone for some reason.
I nodded and grabbed the sight reflected on the wall.