Unnamed Memory

In an empire that is constantly at war, few military personnel will no longer hear explosions in the future if they complete a stretch of training and go into action.

Sometimes it is pointed out that civilians are not allowed to look outside and are not in an environment of interest in war, but it is also something that takes place for military personnel who are actually engaged in those battles and where they are separated from war.

For the manipulators who move drones, which are of course the main force, the information that flows in through the Keys and the footage that is deployed is the battlefield itself.

So they never hear a blast in their own ears.

When they hear it, the victory and defeat have already been decided.

Alphas, leaning against the hallway wall and closing his eyes, opened his eyes to the illusion of an explosion that could be played behind his ear for a moment.

I accidentally check the left and right with my eyes alone, but I see nothing unusual.

The base, located in the central basement of the Imperial capital, was full of rushing air, currently refraining from clashing with the rebels.

The man who's been packing inside the base for three days checks the situation again in his head.

- Five days have passed since Radik's commanding rebels began raiding drone bases everywhere.

I guess the insider was there originally. Each base, which was attacked by a direct siege of the players' troops, surrendered one after the other, and said that there were several units inside that went on and turned back.

In such circumstances, on the other hand, Imperial Capital was not sending reinforcements to each base, but was consolidating its defences for the battle that would surely come.

It is not a sense of selfishness that even the centre should be helped, but simply because of the fact that it can only be done.

Now that the truth about the Key has been revealed by the press, whether it is a lie or a truth, the Empire is in a state of confusion. Inside the army, that had not changed, and this country had begun a rapid meltdown there.

Alphas explores his Keys with irony.

His father, who was once a doctor, was killed in an attempt to embed the "key" in a bastard born to a noble daughter.

Usually, Keys must be treated as soon as the baby is born. Conversely, having a child without a doctor was thought to be the same as stillbirth.

So my daughter, who jumped out of the house, also relied on her father, who was a doctor, following a handout.

My father was a doctor who dyed his hands illegally, but it simply weighed more lives than the irreconcilable method from day to day.

He listened and concealed his daughter pleasantly, and was present at the birth.

And my father was murdered by the sons and daughters who brought her back.

For nobility, decency is something that is sometimes weighted more than human life.

My father's body was dumped in an alley, and no baby that didn't get a "key" was even recorded to exist.

My daughter, who was brought back to the house, later said she killed herself by choosing the "key," but that would only have added to the poor aftertaste.

A settlement where no one is saved and nothing remains. - But the Key that was turning this tragedy was false because of its significance.

Had it not been for the Key, would my father not have died?

Alphas is already too grown up to think about such things.

Perhaps my father died for someone one day, even without the Key.

And his son, he still kills someone and lives on it.

"Bad. Made me wait"

To the voice of a friend Alphas opened his eyes, which were closed again.

Curtis, who came, has two cups of tea in a metal cup for the camp and gives him one. I could see a white flickering cloth glinting between the man's legs as he was wearing something behind him. But Curtis himself leans against the hallway wall alongside his friends without touching it.

That's how the two of us had tea, and I remembered nature and the cadet school exercises. Alphas laughs unexpectedly.

"I miss you, this cup"

"I thought it might be hard to cool down, so I chose to stay close, but you're no different."

"That was when the three of us came off the main team."

That's because other cadets have been harassing and miscommunicating to Kestner and Alphas, who were perceived as busy civilians, but for some reason it has been a hassle to get to Curtis and even to the disposer.

Almost a decade has already passed since then. Alphas saw clarity in the course of time and silenced.

Just a few seconds to think. He asks his neighbor friend when he gets back on his mind.

"So? What was it like?

"Hmm, it seems like a policy to take Lord Radik for whatever it is for now. Honestly, the insurgency is too big, and if you fight from the front, it doesn't taste good."

"It's been hundreds of years since a war with undetermined consequences."

Besides, the interior of the Imperial Army is now about to collapse with suspicion and anxiety.

I don't even know if I can fight properly with this. When the actual collision occurred, Alphas calculated in his head how moving the troops would do the least damage. There, I hear Curtis interrupting.

"So, hey. This is uncertain information... your unit, your escort, could turn it around."

"What?"

Hearing it, the man around Imperial Capital, who was calculating the battle within Imperial Capital even if the situation worsened, raised his barbaric voice.

Curtis scratches her head and puzzles her face.

"No, it feels like a rumor. The last raid destroyed the convoy, didn't it? By not filling that hole, I thought it might be possible because your Majesty called you directly last time..."

"I haven't heard at all. If that's the case, I want you to say it quickly."

"Then it's just a rumor."

Nodding at the words of a friend, but Alphas recalls the Emperor.

A master who knows something and makes unreadable moves. I wondered once again how he saw this rebellion.

The last time Alphas was summoned before you was probably to contain Tinasha, but what kind of exploitation is he going to wield next? If you can ask the emperor a question, I'd like to ask. Alphas was frustrated by the incompetence of his position, which is subordinate to his ministry.

But Curtis must have thought this topic was over. I'm going to add another one, like I did next.

"Later."

"Yeah?"

"The little cat lady was looking for you, so I showed her around."

"............ what?

"Something white flickering," which was lined up next to Curtis, wakes up his body and stands in front of Alphas.

A five-year-old or so young girl with an awkward look on her face. But the face belonged to a woman who couldn't be mistaken.

Tinasha looks up at him with a bewildered face.

"Um... I'm sorry to bother you"

Alphas turned to her face and purposefully erupted the tea she was drinking.

"What are you thinking, you!

To a heartfelt cry, Tinasha looked down at the shirt she had been given. Apart from that, I see my piece of tea stained.

"I know I'm sorry, but I didn't do this..."

"This is your enemy land!

Tinasha snorts at what is best said. She wiped her wet forehead with a towel.

It just doesn't taste good to be standing in the hallway talking like that, so Alphas brought her to his assigned private room in the base, but I can't help but have a headache when I see Tinasha in front of me. It's like I'm having a funny dream.

By and large Curtis should also know that Tinasha is the enemy, but how can he be brought here carelessly so much as a little smaller? "It's your sister, isn't it? Cute cute," so much so that both the woman and Alphas, who were handed over, became subtle expressions.

In a large, not even large, room for officers, Tinasha weaved her Alphas shirt when she took off the piece she was wearing. She frowns when she sees a hem that will stick to the floor as it drifts.

Meanwhile he turned his back on the girl, cleaned out the paperwork he was spreading to his bedroom, and locked it on his information terminal.

I feel like I can't help but be alert to information leaks now, but I feel like I want to draw a clear line there.

Alphas recalled that when he had cleaned up all that seemed unpleasant, that would be enough. As soon as I look back, I throw my sheets at a woman in a position.

"How unsolicited are you, you!

"Why would you be angry if you just changed your clothes and put back your appearance age..."

The woman, returning to her original appearance, picked a shirt slightly above her knees. White feet are bare feet now because children's shoes are not allowed in.

A glossy shaped leg different from when she looked like a girl, but she shook it unconstitutionally to show it.

"I thought it would be better if I pulled the hem together"

"Pull over! If you don't like that, put it down! You have no shame!

"In this year, not much anymore"

I hear Tinasha felt the man's anger as she said it. Wrap the thrown sheet around your hips like a skirt.

Ignoring the blur of "I wish you hadn't sprayed your tea in the first place..." Alphas stared at her.

"So? What are you doing here now?"

"It's a message, a message. You told me to give you information."

"From whom"

"From Radhik"

"... why"

"Come on......"

The two looked at each other in an unspeakable silence.