Due to an accident, the plan to leave early for the city of Wilsk was ruined. The original plan was to get out of the forest before evening, but now it is impossible. Because it is already approaching dusk and it will take at least 3 days for us to get out of the forest and reach the border town.

It's half an hour's journey, not to mention how unsafe it is to walk at night, but the various beasts at the edge of the forest alone are enough to embarrass us. After all, there are a lot of monsters like fire badgers living nearby.

During the pleasant dinner time, Diana was a little clingy and always followed me and refused to leave. I thought it was probably the reason why I hadn't given her a reply yet. I was also a little embarrassed. I was really inclined to accept her in my heart, but I still felt a little bit uncomfortable.

Being rash, the main reason is still about myself.

If we really become friends, then we cannot continue to hide many things from her. I have never made friends in the past, but I have read several books on social interaction. Integrity is the best basis for maintaining friendship. I have done some things that cannot be

The black mission that came to light, the aforementioned "shooting of civilians" was just an accident. I regretted it for a while and anonymously remitted a pension to the family of the deceased. Of course, they would accept it or not.

It's another thing, because I just want to seek some psychological comfort. And most of the remaining black mission methods are more intense and cruel than the former, and they look like the kind of secrets that should be buried deep in my heart for a lifetime.

But things are never absolute. Who knows if it will be revealed one day because of something I spilled or for some other reason. At that time, it will be very embarrassing to face Diana, who has become a friend.

Anyway, it’s still a long time since it’s time to go to sleep, so I might as well give it a try first and see how Diana reacts. Thinking of this, I asked Diana about the black mission she participated in when she accidentally killed civilians. It was an assassination attempt on a drug dealer in South America.

For Operation Owl, although the identity of the person who hired us was not disclosed, the mercenaries involved in the operation could all guess that they were from Langley. It was only through chatting with each other before the start of the mission that we learned that this was an impromptu assassination operation.

, the employer did not use their own strength but hired us, a group of foreign mercenaries with unfamiliar identities from all over the world, and the target person's location is also a very sensitive city.

Generally speaking, the probability of failure of the operation is very high, especially the last retreat route that looks very hypocritical, which shows that once the operation starts, no matter whether it is successful or not, the employer will not be implicated. The requirements for such an operation are very strict, but all

But everyone comes here for generous commissions, and we don’t expect to receive corresponding help if the operation fails. Moreover, if the mission fails, our ending will be very simple and even provide opportunities for employers to intervene. Many of us

They all think that the employer is actually waiting for our mission to fail and then intervenes legitimately.

But unfortunately, we succeeded. Although there were some deviations in the process, the target person was successfully killed, at the cost of involving some innocent civilians. At least in my opinion, they were innocent. The civilian I accidentally killed was a grocery seller.

The small businessman, he appeared next to the target person at a very inappropriate time and was used as a human shield, and I did not hesitate to shoot and let the bullets penetrate his and the target person's heads.

Diana seemed very calm during the whole process of my story. On the surface, it seemed that she had been stroking the several Chaniers lying on her hands, as if she was not listening to me at all. But I found that

There was a slight tremor in the corner of her eyes, and it was obvious that she was forcing herself to endure her emotions again, as if she was trying hard not to care about this matter.

In fact, in my opinion, she has done a very good job. If she were an ordinary person, I don't think she would pretend to be calm and listen to my story. After all, just think about the TV reports in the past. Whenever this kind of thing

After the incident was on the news, many people reacted as if the dead civilian was a relative of their own, while no one paid attention to the death of the drug lord. They would constantly abuse the operatives who had never shown up and scolded them for being counter-insurgents.

Human beings are anti-social and anti-Earth, and even fantasize about whether the people involved in the action are some special forces of their own government, and then they start a series of demonstrations and protests and issue all kinds of funny conspiracy theories, and a few days later they

People's attention will return to film and television entertainment works or gossip news, and the whole thing will slowly be forgotten.

I don’t think this group of people deserves criticism, and I don’t have the mood or time to study any bullshit sociological theories. In my opinion, their behavior is undoubtedly a kind of blind and ridiculous catharsis, and every time I complete this kind of

After the mission, the first thing I did when I got home was prepare fried chicken and Coke and then collapse on the sofa to watch their funny show. This had a good effect on my mental relaxation.

Looking back at her who lived in a different era, she really has a refreshing and refined feeling. Of course, there is another thing that I care about more, that is, since she appeared, the Chaniers have always been clinging to her and neglecting me. Now except for

The little one would occasionally come over to me to eat and drink, but the other Chaniers always felt like they were turning a blind eye to me.

"So... you accidentally killed a civilian just to kill a bad guy?"

"Roughly the same."

"This...I don't think you did anything wrong. I don't understand why you blame yourself."

"But I still intentionally killed an innocent man."

"Do you want to let go of a drug lord who has harmed tens of millions of people for the sake of a stranger and innocent person?"

"...I see. Your values ​​are very pure."

"Isn't this wrong?"

"No, it seems very correct to me. But...in the era I lived in, many people didn't think so."

"People in the 21st century... Erica, can you tell me what the world in the 21st century is like?"

"This...what should I say?"

"Then let me briefly talk about what happened after my death, how the Nazis were eliminated, how France was finally liberated, etc."

"My history is not very good...but I still know a few things about the Nazis...for example..."

It was quiet in the night, and the Chaniers quietly returned to their nests, while the two of us leaned on each other and sat by the campfire and talked softly about post-war topics. In my opinion, this topic is a bit heavy, because Nazi prisoners

The crime was too great and too many innocent people were killed. Such things are not suitable as a bedtime story.

When I mentioned the atomic bomb that ended the war, her expression seemed very excited. She said that it was definitely the greatest invention in human history because it ended a world war. When I talked about the post-war world order, her mood changed again.

Things have gotten worse. Maybe in her opinion, the war is over and it’s time for everyone to live a peaceful life, but I know very little about the historical events during this period, so I hardly mentioned any positive things.

Then he mentioned the Cold War, the vicious friction and armed competition between the two superpowers that threatened each other with atomic bombs. Naturally, she was very reluctant to listen anymore, and reached out and grabbed my arm to stop me.

"I'm tired. Let's come here tonight."

"Okay..." I got up and planned to go outside to watch the night, but found that her hand had not let go.

"Let's sleep together tonight, open this sleeping bag as a mattress, and we can cover ourselves with this cloak."

"Is this...appropriate?"

"I don't want to be alone here tonight, and I don't want to miss you when I open my eyes in the morning."

"Okay, then I have to go check it out first and I'll be back soon."

"Um……"

I hurriedly walked out of the cave. I was so nervous for some reason that after I left, I found that I didn't bring a weapon. I always felt that the relationship between us was a bit strange but it was hard to describe. In fact, it was impossible to patrol nearby traps.

It didn't take too long, but I still dragged on for nearly half an hour before returning to the camp uneasily.

Standing at the entrance of the cave, I simply took a few deep breaths to calm down, pretended to be calm, and stepped into the cave entrance with somewhat stiff steps. Diana was not resting inside yet, she took off her coat and only wore

Sitting next to the campfire with her shirt and cloak on her back, as the flickering firelight illuminated her sweet face, I couldn't help but suddenly feel a little excited.

"It's time to rest……"

"Um."

I walked to the bed and took off my coat and various accessories. Although I had worn camouflage clothes and got into my sleeping bag when I rested in the past few days, I hesitated a little this time because she took them off again after seeing me come in.

I lay down on the bed wearing only my underwear. I really didn’t want to continue wearing the stained camouflage uniform and lie with her, but when I saw her holding up the cloak as a quilt to greet her, my unsatisfactory eyes

My legs suddenly went weak and I almost lost my balance. After a while of inner confusion, I still chose to take off my clothes and get into bed wearing only my underwear. I still maintained a somewhat stiff posture and lay side by side with her, looking at the sporadic firelight.

On the top of the cave, feeling the body temperature coming from the next door made me more and more nervous.

"If you just sleep..."

I suddenly muttered something softly, but he seemed to hear me, and then turned to look at me.

"Of course I'm just going to sleep, what else do you want to do..."

Diana's sudden interruption made me unconsciously turn my head to look at her, and I saw her looking at me with a flushed face. Our faces were only 10cm apart, and I could clearly feel her nervous aura.

"Erica...you...could...be...a homosexual..."

"no!"

I knew what she was going to say, so I rejected it immediately. She was slightly startled and suddenly turned her back to me. From her trembling back and heavy breathing, I guessed that she was actually angry. I felt it for some reason.

Feeling relieved, he turned his head and continued to look at the ceiling of the cave and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Indeed not, at least... I used to think so."

At the same time, in the office of the baron's residence in Wesker City, Wesker Ronan was listening to the report of the captain of the guard, which contained the interrogation results of the suspicious outsiders captured in the city during this period.

Wesker put his legs on the desk and played with a gemstone ring in his hand boredly. He was not interested in the guard captain's report at all. After the other party's report was completed, he only asked symbolically about some insignificant things.

Then he ordered that all the suspects be released, and this was done in full view of the public.

Wesker casually left the office under the very puzzled gaze of the guard captain. This time, he did not rush back to the other building in the backyard, but quietly came to a room near the office.

After confirming that the door was locked, Wesker coughed lightly into the empty room, and then a figure in black military uniform immediately walked out of the shadows of the room.

"Kitten, does this dress fit you?"

"Thank you, Master, for taking care of me. It fits perfectly."

"Next, I will give you a task. Later, those losers will release the prisoners. You select a few strong ones, kidnap them quietly, and send them to the secret room."

"Yes Master."

After that, the black figure left through a secret passage somewhere in the room, and Wesker stared at her back for a long time when she left.

"It would be nice if I could get a few more elves to serve me, but this dream is not too far away. Hahaha, little sister Michael...and then...Meligil...hehehe."

At another place at the same time, in a hotel in a small city in the Earldom of Ronan, a delegation from Trikla, the capital of the Principality of Michael, was staying here. It was already nightfall, but the nobles in the delegation

They were holding a dance in the hotel hall, but the leader of the mission, the 12-year-old Kris Michael, the eldest daughter of Archduke Michael, did not attend in her room. At this moment, she was listening to a ceremony outside the balcony.

A subordinate in black reported.

"Assassination?"

"Yes, Miss Michael."

"What's the reason? Who did it?"

"Unknown, but I bribed a few soldiers and they said the assassin was an elf. I can't be sure because I can't verify it."

"This is interesting... You go down first. By the way, tell those losers not to play too late. We will set off early tomorrow morning."
To be continued...