Unnamed Memory

When Radik's proclamation revealed the truth about the Key, the reaction of the general public in the Imperial capital was first and foremost that "that cannot be the case".

Thoughts slowly narrowed down over the years. With that, it seems difficult to doubt our very foundations even if we are presented with problems.

However, some layers of knowledge were surprised once again that the inside information of the Key had not been released at all, and moved for authenticity.

And each of them was able to make secret contact with people without a "key" to support Radik's claim.

Imperial upper echelons do not deny or deny the proclamation of the issue, they just remain silent.

Instead, silent pressure on the press as a whole increased, and people perceived with their skin that something was wrong.

While doing so, information begins to come out about people without a "key" under the water.

Shocking declarations from the outside and subsequent internal consciousness reform and incitement.

Radik, who used two measures to move the citizens of the Imperial City, only nodded lightly, albeit to the news of a full bee.

Under neat eyebrows, the man shows slight concern.

"The emperor kills his citizens indiscriminately, I suppose?

"Are you asking me that?

Tinasha flaunted her shoulders at the inquiry directed solely at her.

I dared to bee up the citizens who had previously been neutral in order to smoothly exchange the reign after the abolition of the Emperor, but the present circumstances do not necessarily prevent the Emperor from doing so.

Since the Empire is not only in the Empire, if there is anything harmful to the general public in the Empire, even if it triumphs, it will be quite detrimental. You can see that if you're a person with a decent nerve, but you couldn't be sure that those stranded in distress wouldn't lose their judgment.

Suppression by drones or the like can also interfere, but it cannot be prevented if massacres or the like are carried out using functions hidden in the Keys.

With that possibility in mind, Radik, who stood by this operation, could not be optimistic about the undeniable danger, however.

At the very least, we are trying to control the communication base in order not to let it relay the operation that moves the "key", but it is the end when the bees have preceded the control.

Tinasha, shaken by a critical story, shuddered like she didn't care.

"Even if there were a proponent, the emperor wouldn't allow it"

"You think that old age can make a decent decision?

"... you are preparing to rebel. Don't you see why you were summoned back to the Imperial capital at this time?

"What?

Looking back from his command seat, Radik stares at the witch as she floats.

But she was not frightened by the sight of sincerity, and returned it with a voice that was neither sarcastic nor cynical.

"I don't mind. Whether you notice it or not. But I can do something about it, if you want."

"Is that all you said and you're willing to move?

"As much as playing a pawn trying to deviate"

Tinasha disappears from the spot at the same time as she is finished.

Behind the disappearance of no one, Radik turned his staggering gaze. But soon he turns back to the monitor.

Radhik's concern is something that everyone would hold once if they knew the truth about the Key.

Fact Alphas also first thought about it after hearing the news of the bees and moved the troops inside the communications base.

He didn't know who was in the position to remotely manipulate the key, but if it were to be done nearby, he would have to keep an eye on what was going on.

But when he asked about the situation on the base - it was already on the case.

Called into the communications room in a hurry, Alphas sees the sight that was on the monitor there, just out of time.

Communication room that would be somewhere in the palace. It had turned into a sea of blood, so much so that it could be seen over the monitor.

Alphas also looks familiar to a man who is stuck on a panel and desperate.

A magnificent general from nobility. But there seemed to be several victims, not only him, but also on the floor, some of whom seemed to be the old lieutenant-general who asked him about the key in the context of interrogation.

A sight that can only be described as tragic. In it, however, there is one woman standing.

Tinasha, in white clothes without one return blood, glanced at the camera and laughed. A voice like a sharpened blade conveys the line.

"- This is what happens if you arbitrarily try to abuse the functionality of Keys"

Obvious warning words. Hearing it, all those who saw this footage realized what the murdered man had tried to do.

Tinasha snarls her fingers with a bottomless grin. The footage was interrupted as soon as possible, and the monitor was dimmed. I can hear someone throwing up sigh.

When Alphas returned to me as soon as possible, he asked the telecommuters.

"What's the footage now?

"... it came from somewhere in the palace to communications rooms all over the capital."

"What's the exact location?

"I can't identify it..."

Alphas found the report frustrating, but it was probably the original secret room, even considering the features.

Even if Tinasha doesn't do something, the communication from there must have a mechanism that makes it impossible to identify the origin.

I guess the attempt to manipulate The Key was viewed as "against the rules" more than she was supposed to come out to watch, but those outside the Alphas naturally viewed this as a serious crisis extending to themselves.

Major General Earle, the head of the third communications base, makes his face look at Alphas' gaze.

"Lieutenant Colonel Kreutzer, your troops are standing by right now."

"Yes."

"Then it will be my discretion, but lead the troops to the palace immediately."

The order surprised Alphas for a moment, but soon he was convinced.

Now that the bees are up, the drones can't move on the ground. or in a narrow passage underground, it would take a lot of work to carry a drone.

There are drones in the palace, but the last time she joined the raid, all drones were deactivated.

Then you may decide that you want to send an excellent and well-known manned unit to protect your master.

Alphas saluted as he calculated his move from his current location to the palace.

"I did accept my life"

"Please."

Leaving the communications room, he returns to move his troops shortly after he rests.

An amazing sight to remember as you walk through a narrow aisle.

But the woman who remitted it seemed to him, on the contrary, not to forget to "protect people".

"You think that woman got rid of them?

"I don't see that already, but the victims are about six..."

"I don't mind. It is worse not to take the advice of Non. If they imitate you like that, they'll cut you loose."

Driven by personal greed and confusion, to those who tried to manipulate the Key against the will of the Emperor, there is not even a piece of pity to be put on.

The old emperor gave a dry laugh in the hall behind the palace.

An unusual light that shines in cloudy eyes. The old emperor closes his eyes when he holds his voice.

An ancient throne. What is the desire of a man sitting in an inviolable seat - no one knows that.

Alphas' troops split the underground corridor into a communications drive to the palace.

The worst that could be assumed was the possibility that even the palace had already been stepped into and subdued by Radik's forces, but it seems that the palace is simply confused by dealing with the pushing folk and the killing of several senior officials.

Apparently Tinasha in question exchanged the infiltration alone, and no one had been able to grasp the whereabouts.

Alphas just frowned when he heard that the palace side was about to send out a drone against the citizens' bees.

"Drones in front of humans? Are you insane?"

"He seems to think it would be intimidating. Seems pretty confusing up there too..."

"You do that, and if anything happens, it's gonna be a disaster."

In the unlikely event of a collision, such as turning drones and people against each other, things will go unnoticed.

When Alphas heard from a confused guard that Curtis was moving as one of the commanders of the Operator's Unit, he contacted the Operator's Office in an attempt to consult directly with a friend. After a few minutes of inactivity, it finally leads to Curtis.

In a communication connected only by system failure or audio, the man who responded to Alphas' voice said in a relaxed tone, a little troubled.

"I'm in a bit of a mess."

"What's up? Is it true that we're sending drones out to intimidate the people?

"No, so, Lieutenant General Brandt let it out. If you disagree with me because I'm loud, he beats me up, and my men look at it and they get angry, and I don't know what to translate anymore."

………………

"I beat the lieutenant general down for now"

"Right."

The internal disintegration seems to be happening everywhere as expected.

It just doesn't sound like much because of Curtis's tone, though it's really a more serious matter.

Alphas asked briefly.

"So, what's happening now? Need backup?

"I'm standing in the gymnastics room now. But no backup. From now on, I'm gonna try to stop the second drone unit."

"... Second, did you hear the order above"

"Sounds like it. In the meantime, I'll try to keep the drones out of the city. The guards who keep the people in check are gonna be rough for that."

A situation in the palace where drones collide between the same factions. That was arguably the extreme of confusion, but it would be inevitable to keep the people from pointing drone muzzles at them. Alphas asked another.

"Do you have any idea what Lord Radik's offense is going on now?

"Mmm. The information coming in here is a mess, too. But the South Gate is almost under control."

"You're already under control."

"It just seems like the folks are blocking the road and the drones can't make their way. Instead, another drone unit appeared in the northeast basement."

"I see."

Alphas knows what you're talking about. I'm guessing you're willing to rescue the manned troops he's sealed up.

If so, the time to reach the palace for the attack is not so far away. Alphas held his temples with his fingers to a situation that was intertwined in acceleration.

My friend says, "What do you do?" To the question, "he closes both eyes for a moment.

Short tour.

But that's something I've been thinking about more than once until today.

Now that his underfoot is falling apart, he opens his eyes that he no longer has time to get lost. I answered with a clear voice.

"I'm going to the Emperor."

"To Your Majesty? How come again?"

Rebellion? even if it's just Curtis, it seems hard to talk about.

But Alphas also drew the signs, and smiled and added:

"No, I'm gonna go a little early for the end"

A pawn spread out on a plate.

Of those confused and dictated, what the finger is waiting for is probably in the form of a "settlement".

In other words, the end of "Radik reaches to the Emperor".

But I guess that didn't mean it had to be Radik.

It's just that for a finger, he was a pawn that was easy to move and visible enough to be called a hero.

- So Alphas, before that pawn reaches, turns to one of his fingers.

And I was just going to play this format of game and manage to end the collision with less damage.

To a friend who didn't tell much, Curtis just said, "Be careful" after being a little silent.

Communication is cut off and each returns to its own place.

Alphas worried about how to move his troops, but he has more trouble than flipping the rebel flag, even when it comes to clashing them with the escorts with the disciples. He frankly revealed to his men that he would "go to the emperor to clean things up," turning most of the soldiers to cover the gymnast room with Curtis. Take only about ten people who offer to go with you and head to the back of the palace.

In the center of the imperial capital in a vortex of confusion, over the palace stands a woman.

She looked down at the wave of people filling the streets with cold eyes, the rebels scratching it, and the drones going a little further, but she accidentally closed her eyes and scratched it off the spot.

The end of a person's pride that a person brings.

The end is connected to a story that deviates from history.