There Is No World For ■■ - Chapter 805



Only Noblemtl

EP.805 code name Joe -2 (2)

***

The story begins shortly after Dawn, who had left the city, collapsed as if unconscious.

‘Huh? Brother-in-law?’

The group that saw him fall were startled and checked on Dawn’s condition.

Fortunately, there was no major problem with Yeomyeong’s body. Her mana, heart, and muscles were all normal. She just fell asleep due to accumulated fatigue.

Miri, who had been scanning the body of Dawn with the Mana of the World Tree, let out a sigh of relief, but at the same time felt amazed.

I fought the communists all night, got hit by missiles and nuclear bombs, and all I did was sleep.

But regardless of such admiration, the group soon had to face a new problem.

The question is not who will carry the dawn… but what to do with Delta Force.

Five subdued by Corvus and one armed and moved by Browning. Six Delta Force members, should we kill them or let them live?

Neti and Siri naturally agreed to kill him.

‘If you had continued to help me, I wouldn’t have known, but the moment you hit my brother-in-law on the back of his head, he was already dead.’

‘The body can be cremated cleanly.’

But surprisingly, Miri voted against it.

‘No, Delta Force won’t kill.’

The sacrificial lamb sisters were surprised that the elf could not tell the American soldiers to spare their lives, but Miri convinced them with her own logic.

‘Since the one who got stabbed in the back by Delta Force was Yeomyeong, it’s right for Yeomyeong to decide. And also… I thought Lieutenant Duke wanted to save Delta Force, right? As you all know, Yeomyeong wouldn’t refuse a Death Knight’s request.’

Yeomyeong is weak to the elder’s request. The sisters also knew this well, so the two decided to follow his wishes obediently.

‘The opinion of an individual is more important than that of a group… I can really feel that my brother-in-law has become the secretary.’

‘Brother-in-law, I’ll carry you!’

Siri would throw in some sharp jokes, and Netty would blatantly flirt with Dawn – well, whatever.

The party safely arrived at the junction of the fertilizer road and made a temporary shelter with the camping supplies left behind by the orcs. Then, they carefully laid Dawn on a rough carpet and radioed Corvus to capture all of the Delta Force alive.

I thought she could easily take down Delta Force… but Corvus’s answer when she returned a while later was a little different from what I expected.

[I’m sorry to ask this, but do you have to take him alive?]

‘yes?’

[Black men in suits and American soldiers are chasing Delta Force. Judging from the way they are shooting, it looks like they intend to kill.]

‘… .’

Internal purge? Or cleanup? Whatever the US military’s true intentions, they quickly assessed the situation in advance.

‘What does Lieutenant Duke say?’

[The gentleman received the weapon from the Delta Force who brought the weapon, and is responding to the US military together with the Delta Force that he had captured.]

‘… .’

[I told you not to interfere because it would be annoying if the American soldiers recognized me… Ask your disciple what you want me to do.]

‘Uh… Dawn… .’

He said this after checking the sleeping Dawn’s face in advance.

‘… It’s difficult to answer right now.’

[What? Are you seriously injured?]

‘He’s not hurt, he’s just passed out… .’

It never occurred to me that I needed to wake up Dawn. The Secretary General was the leader who ruled everything in the party, but that didn’t mean he had to take care of everything without any time to rest.

Moreover, Yeomyeong was far from a person who pursued power paranoidly like Stalin. Above all, unlike Stalin who buried his humanity along with his wife, Yeomyeong had many loved ones.

‘It would be best if we ended things on our own. Corvus, tell me where you are. I’ll go.’

[Ruins about 400m west of the underground air base remnants… Wait, wait a minute.]

‘yes?’

[A strange person has intervened.]

***

… Having said that, Miri glanced at Yeomyeong’s face. She was worried that Yeomyeong, who liked summaries, might dislike long stories.

But instead of summarizing, Dawn smiled faintly as soon as she made eye contact with her.

The secretary’s smile… Miri barely managed to keep her expression from loosening. If the saintess had seen her face now, she would have been furious, but Miri didn’t care.

In the first place, didn’t the saint occupy the traditional couple position of a warrior and a saint? Now it was time for her to establish her own position.

For example, the Chairman of the National Defense People’s Committee or the Chairman of the Standing Committee, who are closely related to the Secretary General…

“Ahem, can I continue the story?”

Only after Corvus spoke did Miri belatedly snap out of her daydream.

While Rashik, who was behind him, clicked his tongue and Miri scratched her cheek as if embarrassed, Corvus continued speaking.

“The one who intervened in the fighting between Delta Force and the US military was a Hispanic male with a long sword.”

A Hispanic man with a broadsword? The face that was floating around asked,

“Was he by any chance a man with a big nose and cloudy eyes like someone on drugs?”

“… That’s right. Do you know him?”

Dawn nodded. Forsyth… the son of the star with the trident, the third agent of the United States.

“Forsyth. He’s the third US agent I told you about. What did he do?”

“Agent… he didn’t do anything special for that. He came face to face with a black man in a suit and started talking, and the American soldiers all backed off.”

“You just walked away? Without anything happening?”

“It’s not like nothing happened… but this… hmm…”

Corvus stuck his beak out as if he was wondering how to explain this, then opened it again after a moment.

“The front hair was cut.”

“…yes?”

“Just as the black man stepped back, all of that Forsyth’s hair was cut off. Straight as if it had been cut with a knife.”

“… .”

If there was something the Master could not see… power. And it must have been the power of an agent related to time.

‘Unidentified black man… Is he the first agent?’

Let Dawn take a moment to let the new information sink in. Corvus continued his explanation.

“Anyway, right after that was over, that guy named Forsyth suggested that the rest of Delta Force and Duke go together. Delta Force agreed, and Duke also agreed after a moment of thought.”

“… Lieutenant Colonel?”

“Yes. Dilla said he would leave the city as soon as he finished repairing his body.”

“… .”

So that’s why neither Dilla nor the Lieutenant Colonel were here. As always with sudden separations, something bitter was felt on Yeomyeong’s tongue.

But regardless, Dawn raised one question.

“What on earth did that guy say that made you decide to do that, Colonel?”

It was a question I asked, assuming that I would not get an answer, but surprisingly, I got an answer from my teacher.

“He said he was American.”

“yes?”

“He offered to come with me. I know where he would go leaving his disciple behind, but I did listen to what he had to say. That guy, Forsyth… said this.”

Corvus spoke as he looked out the window of his inn at the ruined city.

“We are Americans. Real Americans, not fake ones who trample on the Constitution.”

***

At the same time, at a country inn on the outskirts of the Gemini Dominion.

The owner, who was silently wiping plastic cups from Earth Mountain, clicked his tongue while watching the TV prepared in the hall.

“Oh my, the new Count is going to be in trouble.”

Then, a middle-aged man who was emptying his glass at the bar looked at the TV with a puzzled look.

On an old TV screen imported from Earth decades ago, a red star was shown walking out of a nuclear explosion.

[Do you see it? The Secretary General…! A Secretary General who cannot be killed even by nuclear weapons has been born!]

The middle-aged man, who was listening to the anchor’s excited voice, looked at the owner and asked.

“Master, the one who withstood the nuclear attack was the Red Star, so why is the new Count in trouble?”

The owner answered, putting down the cup.

“If only the old Count had withstood the nuclear attack, then it would have been different, but now, whenever people see the new Count, they will compare him to the Red Star. He’s young… It’s sad to think about the mental anguish he’ll have in the future.”

The middle-aged man asked with a sly smile, his tone filled with worry.

“Many people do not recognize the new Count. Does your Majesty recognize the new Count?”

Then the owner glanced around and answered with a meaningful expression.

“I was a mercenary who participated in the Battle of Byeongbaek when I was young. So I saw the young Count Byeongbaek many times.”

“Oh, so?”

“Well, isn’t the new Count’s appearance exactly like the previous Count’s?”

“… .”

“Even if the Emperor is incapable of discerning right from wrong, where would the blood of the warriors go? There is no way he would have appointed a new count in vain. The new count… must be the hidden son of the previous count.”

The middle-aged man looked slightly surprised, but then smiled broadly.

“You were a war veteran.”

“A war veteran? No. The warriors are Lord Dumea and the Crown Prince’s Belladiva.”

“Still, what an amazing insight. I have learned a great lesson today.”

The middle-aged man ordered a new drink as if it were a thank you. It was expensive Asha liquor that was not easily sold in this shabby town, and the owner smiled brightly and filled the middle-aged man’s glass.

And after some time, a middle-aged man who had finished drinking stood up from his seat. The owner asked.

“It’s getting late, so you should go to bed before you go. Our inn is the only accommodation around here.”

“I’m in a hurry, so unfortunately I won’t be able to sleep.”

The middle-aged man who said so took out a small leather pouch and placed it on the table.

“What is this?”

“A small favor to our veterans.”

“Oh my, what is this…?”

Immediately after, the owner opened the leather pouch and was shocked. The pouch, which he thought contained only a few cents, contained gold coins.

Only then did the owner realize that the middle-aged man was no ordinary person and asked.

“Where are you going?”

“I plan to go to the Zodiac via Gemini City.”

“… .”

“I wish I could meet my old comrades, just like I did today with the owner.”

Only after the middle-aged man left the inn did the innkeeper realize that his face resembled that of the new count.

***

After Corvus finished explaining, Yeomyeong got up from her seat and took out her cell phone.

The first person he called was the saint. The person who had worried him the most that day.

But the saintess didn’t answer the phone, perhaps because she had already returned to Earth. Yeomyeong sent a long text message filled with regret, gratitude, and affection.

[My dear Mekenty, I’m sorry for worrying you…]

There was a commotion when Netty saw his slow text and said she was annoyed and wrote the text for him, but it wasn’t important.

What really mattered was the call that came right after he sent the text.

[Alton.]

Governor of Illinois, Alton. As soon as Dawn received his communication, a moment of confusion was heard on the other end of the line.

‘What the hell, the call is connected!’

‘Call the governor!’

‘Okay, just wait a minute!’

Perhaps it was not Alton himself but his subordinates who were making the call. As Yeomyeong waited patiently for an answer, the governor’s voice was soon heard.

-This of this mother.

“Yes, it’s nice to meet you too, Governor Alton.”

-If you do this twice, the whole of Illinois will go bankrupt. Damn, do you know how much it cost to rebuild the city you destroyed?

“Then, Governor, do you know how hard I worked to avoid the outskirts and terminals?”

-This shameless kid… I’ll make him pay for what he did to me without telling me.

“cost….”

After a moment of silence, Yeomyeong spoke.

“How about raising the approval rating in return?”

-It’s fortunate that even though you’re shameless, you’re not stupid. Tell me.

A politician. Yeomyeong smiled at Siri, who was shining her eyes at her, and then answered.

“The Red Star will send a handwritten letter to the Democratic Party presidential candidate. The new secretary-general will send a letter stating that he does not want nuclear retaliation, but also does not want a cold war.

-… .

The governor did not answer right away. He stalled, as if assessing political merit, and then asked:

-If we stick together with the communists, anti-communists will hate us. How can we solve that?

“That’s for the governor to take care of.”

-… You piece of shit. Should I write the letter myself?

“It’s good that you’re not stupid.”

-… Next time we meet, I’ll break your wisdom teeth.

The governor ended the call with those words. Why on earth is this guy a politician? With that question in mind, Yeomyeong put down her phone.

Squeak- Someone opened the door to the inn and came in. I turned my head to see the necromancer Dilla, holding a full bottle of alcohol, and… Lieutenant Colonel Duke, also holding a full bottle of alcohol.

“Colonel? Weren’t you supposed to leave?”

As Dawn approached in surprise, Duke answered with an eyebrow raised.

-What, have you heard everything already?

“Yes, I heard you met with Force….”

-Yeah, that Hispanic guy talks about you a lot.

“… .”

-And… did I look like someone who would just leave?

Dawn did not answer yes. Duke continued speaking, putting the drink he had brought down on the floor.

-No matter what, we have to have a farewell party before we go. And a party for the new secretary-general’s inauguration.

A coronation party, huh? As Dawn chuckled, the Duke opened one of the bottles and offered it to him.

Yeomyeong said, accepting his bottle of wine.

“It doesn’t contain any poison to remove communists, right?”

-There’s no way a guy with the Holy Sword of Anti-Communism is a communist. I know better than anyone that you’re not a communist… Oh, and what did you say to Delta Force?

“yes?”

-The youngest guy in Delta Force kept muttering about how the secretary wasn’t a communist. What, you can’t have a communist who says both the Bible and the American college motto at the same time?

“… .”

Yeomyeong didn’t know whether to be happy or sad that there was one more person who believed in her innocence.

Well, anyway. Yeomyeong asked the other group members while passing around bottles of alcohol.

“Will we meet again?”

-Of course we have to meet again. To become a Buddha, you need a saint.

“… .”

-More than that, didn’t you tell me not to leave? This is disappointing.

“If the Colonel has already decided, it must be the result of careful consideration.”

Faith. The unfulfilled Dawn didn’t know it yet, but it was a faith that comrades standing shoulder to shoulder could share. Duke smiled pleasantly and tilted his bottle.

-thanks.

“If you are grateful, pay me back in kindness later.”

-Think about it.

Kick. Following the small laughter of Neti who was watching, the bottles of alcohol began to circulate. Since most of the group did not enjoy alcohol, most of the alcohol was consumed by Lashik, Lieutenant Colonel Duke, and surprisingly, Siri.

In particular, Rashik and Siri drank so much that they almost passed out, and they were slowly becoming drunk.

Well, anyway.

A slightly drunk Dilla asks for a sandwich as a side dish, and Miri clings to Yeomyeong.

Lieutenant Colonel Duke, who had just finished his last bottle of alcohol, put it down with a thud!

-Please say goodbye to the other Death Knight elders. I’m too embarrassed to say it in person.

“… Yes, Lieutenant Colonel.”

Dawn, with a slightly red face, looked at Duke, who was getting up from his seat, and then bowed his head.

“See you next time.”

-Okay, see you again.

Starting with Duke leaving the inn room, the rest of the group also started leaving their rooms one by one. Dilla, who had packed a lot of sandwiches, ran away from Ranal who was trying to steal them, and Ranal flapped his wings to chase after Dilla.

Corvus pecked the head of Somiri, who was secretly placing a hand on Dawn’s chest, then left the room holding Miri in his arms.

Neti, who had managed to hold on to her senses, looked back and forth between Siri and Rashik, who had become unconscious, and said this.

“The order is decided by my brother-in-law, so… I’ll leave here for today.”

Before Yeomyeong could even get angry and ask what was going on, Neti ran out of the room.

The two women who had passed out in the room and the remaining woman sighed deeply and laid them down on their beds. No lewd feelings came to mind.

It was not in his nature to chase away a drunk person, let alone one. But if there were three of them… the saintess and Seti had to go first.

‘… .’

Dawn, who thought of the lovers who remained on Earth, grabbed her phone again. And at that moment, she began to write long text messages to each of them with all her heart.

“Hey, alcohol… is there any more alcohol…?”

Rashik woke up squirming in bed.

“Rashik, don’t push yourself too hard and just sleep.”

“No, no… I… saved so many people today… I need to drink more.”

“… .”

Since it wasn’t exactly a wrong statement, Yeomyeong took out the remaining alcohol from his inventory. Rashik, who saw the new alcohol, crawled on the floor and came in front of Yeomyeong, holding out a glass like a wine bug.

Yeomyeong naturally filled her glass and then returned to focusing on her phone text message…

“… Hey, honestly, since it’s just the two of us left… I have a question… How do I feel?”

“…?”

“I, that… hiccup, honestly, where did you go… and have… looks that… don’t… make you… look… cute?”

“…Are you drunk?”

“You bastard… Of course, since I’m drunk, I… shouldn’t be asking this… .”

What are you going to do when you come to your senses tomorrow? Dawn giggled, sent a text to Salome, the saint, and Seti, and then filled Lashik’s glass again.

“Are you going to answer honestly?”

“… Hehe, even if it’s fake, it’s okay… so answer in a positive way…”

As he said that, Rashik shed tears. Unable to hold back his laughter, Yeomyeong laughed heartily and filled Rashik’s glass again.

“I’ll answer after you drink one more glass.”

“You… that… really… right?”

“Really.”

Of course, it was a lie. Instead of answering, Yeomyeong continued to fill her glass. One more glass, one more glass… That was the trick she used to put the drunken cleaning men to sleep, and Lashik, who had no tolerance for younger men, also fell for it without fail.

It was a beautiful night, looking forward to the morning.