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61.EMPEROR AND HIS LACKEYS
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path to the camera room for the Germany Stratum was a short one, but it felt like it'd been hours since you'd been beside the blonde German woman. Mariele.
She's caught you staring at her more than three times already, but you can't find it within yourself to stop. The way she smiles, the way her eyes are filled with a strange sense of blankness—it intrigues you more than anything you've ever felt before.
You want to know more about her, but you aren't sure exactly how to start up a conversation. Before this moment, you two have never had a chance alone, and her face is far too pleasant—it makes it impossible to tell what she's feeling, or even thinking.
You're sure with Merodi, or even that curly-haired woman, Bianca, it would be ten times easier. They're both pretty expressive people—
"You chose Germany, yes? Very exciting." She shatters the silence with her voice, glancing down at you with eyes squinted upwards. Somehow, even though she's speaking Japanese in your ears at this very moment, her German accent is still incredibly prominent. "I'm glad you chose Germany. This is a very good team. You should be excited, too."
You finally pick up your fallen jaw off the floor and muster up a response before she begins to believe you're strange, "R... Right. I just... felt like this would be a good team for me. I believe rationality is important."
She laughs at your words—not degrading or fake—a laugh that instantly warms the tense mood that's been created and you feel your shoulders relax, "That is good to hear. Being logical can never be a bad thing. That is what our coach believes. But... some people on our team are not so logical."
Her words confuse you. You're both now standing in front of two large sliding doors—once they sense your presence, they slowly start to open. You don't tear your eyes away from her, even as the screeching sound rings through your ears. "What do you mean?"
Her expression doesn't change in the slightest. "On our team, there is a set playstyle we follow. Just follow the ace's lead, and if you do not, you should do well to be ignored. Nobody scores their own goals except the ace. You could think of him as the emperor and the rest as his mere lackeys."
Your eyes widen, and you jolt back in shock. Seriously? That's the opposite of everything that's happened here in Blue Lock... is this kind of philosophy really all that common?
"I, personally, am not too fond of them playing like this, but it's not like I can do anything about it." You both step inside the room. It's dark—the lights on the cameras flickering and being the only light source in the room does not help. Still, you can catch those bright green eyes—almost similar to a cat's—easily. "That is why I am interested in you Blue Lock people. I wish to know what you and your... egoism... will bring to our team."
