[R1999] Short Stories' Collection

Click (2): Something about Click

Click didn’t remember the cause of his death. Maybe it was a bomb, a bullet, a missile or some fragments of an exploding tank, aircraft… that made him kick the bucket.

On the battlefield, everything could be lethal weapons and every moment could be your last breath. 

A war correspondent like Click didn’t fear death. He would go as close as possible to the most conflict-ridden parts of the war to record them with his big camera and his own eyes. 

Under rains of bombs and storms of bullets, harsh conditions and illness, he still survived many times to bring the truth back to his home. However, his luck eventually ran out one day. 

It took him a long time to recognize that he had become a ghost. 

An uncommon ghost that could use Arcanum.

“So I have been an arcanist all along…”

He didn’t show any surprise about this information. Maybe he didn’t care about it at all.

“...Good for me.” He gently nodded.

His reaction was not beyond Vertin’ expectations.

She had some respect for this unique companion. From her point of view, his work was very noble. It not only helped expose the tragic truth of war to the world, but also let the voices of the innocent inside war be heard. 

“A quarrel is happening in the hall 320 meters away.”

Click narrowed his eyes to see better.

“It’s the wolf and… the lily.”

 His eyes opened wide.

“Sorry, I have to go.” said he, and quickly checked the big camera before flying away.

Vertin knew that Click had a habit of giving nicknames to others.

The wolf he mentioned may be Pavia due to his arcanist’s skill. But the lily…

Somehow she thought of Ms. Constantine’s collar. It truly looked like a large white lily.

‘Definitely an once-in-a-blue-moon moment which is worth capturing.’