"That's not funny. It's not funny at all."
Dean, with the electronic paper in his hand, said with no expression at all.
The paper describes the inexplicable incidents and accidents in the last few days across the alpha universe, which were truly diverse. The bigger ones are the ones who misidentified the enemy allies even more so in the act of combat, and the smaller ones are the ones who sent the merchandise they don't remember asking for.
If they were to look at individual cases, it was not something that, although rare, could never happen. Incidents and accidents had some chance of always happening, and that's what statistics were all about.
The problem was the amount and the scale.
"It can't be a coincidence. This is a bad idea."
Colonel Minerva, one of the considerably more deputies here in a while, said as he fixed his collapsed military uniform. "That's pretty, too," she continued as she stepped down from her soft bed in a carefree manner.
"Of course you will. Even if you look past, such as a collision between a dispatched fleet and a regional defense fleet, that's not how you find it. This is an emergency."
When the general answered his men so, he obnoxiously glanced at the report, frowning at himself.
I've finally gotten used to it lately, but the exchange of information by typography was something that I really find inconvenient. Eye fatigue in particular is not the norm. But there was no other way to take advantage of the two eyes that I was born with than to be unable to use pulse chips that read directly in my brain.
"Do you lay martial law?," the woman said with Dean's clothes in her hand. And "stop," the general said. "The confusion just spreads," he affirmed, wearing his military uniform as urged by Minerva.
"Perhaps so. But with the intention of letting it go?
Minerva turns to the eye of condemnation. Dean said, "No way!" And when he answered with his hands wide open, he held Minerva as he was, and spat on his forehead.
"Because your sister will piss me off. Whenever possible, no, I'm going to do more than that."
Half true, but half lying. The general had never been out of touch with his work and, whatever the outcome, there was the insistence that he had always done everything possible. If so, I'll just do it the way I've always done.
"On which sister?
Minerva, who would know the inside of such a general, messed with the words of the righteous as if they had stubborn.
"Which? That's a stupid question."
When Dean let himself go of Minerva, he put on his military hat and glanced at himself in front of the mirror. The break ends, and twenty hours or so of the day begins as a general who will occupy it. When he put his hands behind him, he turned to the woman and said:
"Colonel. I have no intention of putting you in that position with personal emotion. But you have a position."
Once the words were separated, "You know what I mean? Continue." And the colonel says, "Ha!" and corrected his posture.
"Great. I have a sister over there, so anything will happen. Did you know anything about him?
"In court about five years ago, several times. I thought it was a tea party seat."
"Oh, is that it? I miss you............... yes, don't get on the same boat. This is an order."
"Copy that. Think there's gonna be a fight?
"I don't know. But I am sure that everywhere smells like kina. Either way, you don't have to die at the same time."
"Really? Heh heh, the General has some unbearable things too."
"Don't tear it up. I'm human, too."
Dean said so with a single eyebrow raised, only mouthing his mistress again, then leaving her room behind. Outside, another deputy who knew the circumstances stood up and saluted Dean as soon as he noticed.
"Any progress?
Ask while giving a gentle answer. The two walked down a stunning wooden floating natural timbered corridor making a petty sound.
"Yes, no. Unfortunately. Inexplicable communications appear to be occurring everywhere in the galaxy. I was wondering if it would be difficult to identify the source."
"Use the words correctly, Major. You should be right that it's not difficult, it's impossible."
"Ha, you're right......... were you thinking that way from the beginning"
"Private telecom companies didn't make a fool of themselves either. If there was any specific gravity bias or inexplicable communication, we'd be deciding. But even if we know it's futile, we need to leave out the fact that we tried. This is ridiculous."
"Is it called politics? I don't know. It's a world."
"Well, you'll remember if you don't want to."
The two walked through a corridor made of slab floors, once called flooring, and now into a luxurious salon covered with polished marble from floor to ceiling. Relaxing spaces such as sofas and tables are available there, and nobles who seem free are interested in chatting.
"You don't want to be that guy. Are they motivated?
I guess I compared it to the confusion that spreads out into the outside world, Major with a contemptuous eye for the nasty people who seem to have fun with their trouble-free faces.
"It's similar to the military. It's a little better, though."
While saying that, Dean added in his head that the degree of corruption would be whimsical.
"Speaking of which, my lord. Colonel Minerva, did it work?
He keeps his voice down a little and asks hiccups. Dean replied, "Ah," while pretending to look completely indifferent from the surroundings.
"We should leave over there in days. I was honestly a little surprised that I made the decision without tanning, but it saved me a lot of trouble and helped. She was a smarter woman than I thought. If I had to, tie him up, but I was going to take him."
"Heh. That's surprising. I thought nobility was what makes your head tease depending on your position. Clever princess, is it? That's not bad."
"I don't know. If you have the ability, you want to demonstrate it. If you're tired of being just a spare, maybe you'll give it a whirl?
"No, no, please don't say anything scary. You think you're going to kill all 11 of them?"
"We're talking about possibilities. Even if you don't bother to get your hands dirty on it, if the empire breaks, it's not the story. I don't know if they're political opponents or Wynd, but they'll do it on their own. I can't say for now that she's not expecting it."
When the two received a glass of alcohol from the AI of the service to fit in, their mouths moved to the edge of the room without putting it on. I'm sure it's the finest product in the galaxy, but I couldn't possibly get drunk.
"Speaking of which, do you realize?
Looking at the painting on the wall, the major told him to whine. Dean wasn't interested in painting or anything, but he nodded "Ah" with an equally emotional look.
"You don't have noble rash people. As long as I miss the venue."
Dean shouted at the Cornelius in a way that talked about painting. "There it is," the major snorted, laughing small.
"There's just one or two reconnaissance personnel at best. What the hell are the hundreds of free men who are always here for?"
"I don't know. but I'm sure they're in a strange rush to move. I thought it was due to confusion of information, but I don't want to get rid of it by chance. It seems to be hidden, but the transport of resources to the Epsilon system has become so active that it is unusual. It's 10,000 units in terms of personnel."
"Is it in the Fortress system? Are they finally moving to a pull job?"
"If you're going to pull it off forever, I'm going to send you one of my congratulations."
When they left the scene, they began to hang out and walk, taking care to stay away from people's gatherings. If I stopped, there was a chance I could speak to someone in my spare time, and I didn't want to take such trouble. It was true that I wanted to choose who I wanted to be with if I could, whether I wanted to use a snack or be used.
"The question is, what are they going to do? Epsilon is a stronghold for imperial central defense, but if I say so, that's all. I don't think it's effective against this attack."
Dean said small as he grabbed the fruit served on the table. Tablets are placed next to the fruit, and although it is a natural ingredient, it seems that the human body contains harmful ingredients. When he remembered the natural foods he ate at Rising Sun, he added that he would like to wholesale them to the government for entertainment.
"Attack, is it? The general still thinks this is an attack by Wynd?
Arm up, facial major such as unconvincing. "Oh," Dean added, returning it, "it's not like you don't have any idea." Do you think so, "said Major Surprised.
"I can't tell you the details, and even if I could, it doesn't matter if you believe me or not. I don't even have proof. But, well, I'm personally convinced."
When Dean said that to some blurring, he glimpsed an old fashioned clock that he'd never seen before outside of here.
"And it's too late. It's just unusual for guests to be late"
I saw the same thing as Dean, the major said. The general nodded silently at it, just in case and checking the schedule in his memory. This schedule was not only on the network, but also prohibited from registering that information in any electronic storage medium, including electronic papers and various terminals.
That's not what I've been able to do here lately, it's been the case for a long time. Dean had looked down on it until a while ago as a really stupid decision, but now it was different. It would just have happened to represent an effect by chance, but still seemed well worth thanking for the good fortune.
Wind can't possibly know what the most important person in the galaxy is planning to do.
"How's the samurai? Is there anything out of the ordinary?
Looking in the direction the day after tomorrow, Dean asked. The major looked around silently and said, "Hmm?" and raised a surprising voice.
"You don't have the appearance of a squire chief. More than class, to be exact."
Major's words. When the general moved his eyebrows to it, he looked back to Eagle Fling, however, and called out, "Let's go." "Which way?" The Major asked the question, but walked away unanswered to it.
"Are you kidding me?
To no one, the general said. Already the tentative first mask peeled off and deep wrinkles were carved between the brows.