After a roughly twenty-five-minute drive - The car, filled with silence, finally stopped.
We arrived at a military headquarters.
He, the military-clothed man, still hasn't removed the handcuffs that he put on me earlier.
"What are we doing here?" I asked, following behind him.
"..." he sighed, still not responding nor looking at me.
Inside the military headquarters.
The moment we walked through the front door of the building, all I see were several people wearing clothes as same as his. Looked quite busy inside.
Wait, so if they all are wearing the same clothes, there's no meaning if I called the man who brought me here the military-clothed man. That's just like naming someone in a raft of ducks a duck. And I don't know his name either. Not that he'll answer me if I asked for it. But-
"What's your name?" I asked, hopping in a small chance he'd reply.
"..."
Still nothing, huh...
Hmm.
What to do...
...Let's just stick to the military-clothed man.
"Holy shit..." Someone inside the building approached, looking intently at me. "What the hell do you bring in now?"
"It's better safe than never," The military-clothed man said. "There's a small chance he's a spy from Kon,"
A spy...?
From being a creep to a spy...
Isn't the turn of events a bit... faster?
"...About that, unfortunately, I'm not," I interrupted. "I'm also asking other people about that,"
The war.
"That's what they always say," The military-clothed man snickered. "I'm not falling for any of your bullshit."
Well, not that I expect him to believe me so fast.
"...?"
...Is it just me or they, the people inside the building, have been staring at me for quite a long time now?
There are two reasons I can think of - They think I'm a spy from this country Kon.... or because of the fact I'm half-naked.
Probably the latter one...
"General Roger is here!!!" Someone shouted, dashing through the entrance. "Get back to work!!!"
A General.
If I'm correct, a General is the highest rank in an army.
No wonder someone's so worked up with just seeing one.
The mood inside the room became tense right after someone said those words. Just like those magic words magicians say - Said only once then poof, something changes quickly, something along those lines.
The room was filled with silence. The clicking of keyboards and footsteps are all I can hear.
From a military headquarters to being a library of somewhat.
Even the military-clothed man, acting all high and mighty earlier, all of a sudden became a somewhat tamed animal. Fidgeting, even.
Just who is this General Roger?
Across the tables, I saw a big-tanned man, dressed in a black jacket, white dress shirt, dark blue slacks with a gold stripe, and medals on his left side chest. Just from his clothing and posture, there's no doubt he was General Roger they were referring to. Also, when I said big, I'm not exaggerating - A man standing roughly eight feet tall with a defined body walked through the entrance.
