Chapter 19 Distillery Occasion Goodnight! Scotland
Perhaps because he hadn't spoken for a long time, Scotland's voice was a little hoarse than usual.
His clear voice had a rustling roughness to it, and his sharp, upturned eyes, when he wasn't trying to maintain an indifferent expression, revealed a gentleness that wasn't unnatural in his features.
Players even felt that Scotland's appearance was too out of place among a group of organization members who basically all had grinning evil faces.
Hmm...
If this is the reason.
It makes sense that the other party always has a cold face.
After all, this 'cheating' face in front of him really has no deterrent effect in the organization.
In the unreal darkness, only the faint moonlight outside the window can illuminate the limited scene before my eyes.
Fushimi Kyoji approached, taking in the moonlight as he took in the surroundings of Scotland. Disassembled firearms were scattered across the ground, and a can of gun oil was placed nearby.
He didn't sit on the sofa, but bent one leg and sat casually on the floor.
Maintaining the gun in the middle of the night...?
I don't really understand the train of thought of you snipers.
"Am I disturbing you?"
Fushimi Kyoji carefully moved around the parts on the ground, found a vacant seat at random, sat backwards on the chair, facing Scotland, crossed his arms and placed his chin on the back of the chair, his eyes moving back and forth between his hands and the shadowed face.
"Because I couldn't sleep (I skipped my schedule and was interrupted), I thought I'd go out for some fresh air (triggering the event), but I didn't expect you, Scotland, weren't asleep either."
Scotland was silent for a few seconds, then spoke with difficulty: "...Is that so."
Although it was a question, he had no intention of continuing the topic, so the surroundings returned to a quiet state as if no one was around.
If you could rate the experience of talking to people, Scotland would undoubtedly be the worst place to chat.
Aloof, taciturn, and unsociable...
Similar labels were attached to him.
Normally, this is definitely the type of person players least want to approach - and Fushimi Kyoji did indeed do so.
They don't initiate conversations frequently, and communication is limited to the most basic.
Including the current event that might well win Scotland's favor, Fushimi Kyoji just sat there, not knowing how to bring up the topic.
Woo...it completely hit her weak spot!
But it doesn’t matter if I’m not good at it, right?
I always forget that this is a game because it is so real that it is no different from reality.
It is also a light-hearted love game that is said to have no BE ending.
The players, no longer racking their brains for topics, relaxed suddenly, pressing their faces against the fabric at the cuffs, feeling the texture with their skin, or simply burying their faces in it and rubbing it.
Only after he had expressed his discomfort at being alone with the gloomy type through actions did he raise his head from his sleeves - only enough to reveal his eyes.
Scotland seemed oblivious to the glances falling upon him, or perhaps he simply didn't show it.
He held the parts of the sniper rifle in his hand and wiped them bit by bit with a lining cloth. He lowered his brows and paid great attention to every tiny detail with a focused expression, as if he was watching a lesson on how to properly maintain a gun.
The player stared at his movements in a daze.
No one spoke first, as if it was a competition to see who could not stand the loneliness first.
"...Why." It was unknown how much time had passed since the last person spoke, but Scotland was the first to speak, breaking the endless silence.
Woohoo! We won!
Fushimi Kyoji secretly clenched his fists.
Immersed in excitement, the player's attention was not focused on what Scotland said, so he didn't listen to the content of the words.
Fortunately, he repeated the question, but the difference was that this time the emotional fluctuations in his tone were more obvious.
"Why can't you sleep?"
How strange.
Players think.
He was obviously the weirdo who stayed up late in the morning and quietly maintained his gun in the living room, but he was concerned about the reason why the player couldn't sleep.
The reason she 'couldn't sleep' was because she triggered your favorability event!
Zhu Fujingguang, who used a fake identity to go undercover in the organization and whose real identity was a public security police officer, also realized that he was overwhelmed by negative emotions and expressed his inner thoughts.
He was so frightened that his back felt cold in an instant, and he could even feel his clothes quickly being soaked by the cold sweat, sticking to his skin.
Zhu Fu Jingguang was somewhat relieved at this moment that the cold sweat did not flow down his face. At least the dark cloth did not make it easy to see that something was wrong with him.
His words had a subtle hint of treason and could be understood as a signal of intrusion into personal privacy - even if Morobushi Kagemitsu was not worried about that.
What he cared about more was whether his two questions, which were mixed with his inner struggle, would make players doubt his position and identity.
What's worse is that with the 'Scottish' character he established in the organization, he is not the type who is good at interpersonal communication. It is impossible for him to easily change the current topic with a few words like Zero.
Therefore, he could only remain silent and use silence to cover up his previous speech.
"Eh... I can't really explain why." The player struggled to explain the game's settings to the NPC, trying to come up with a reason the NPC could accept. "Maybe it's the same reason you shouldn't be mentally active right before bed?"
"If your rest time is too close to your tasks, you won't be able to sleep."
Uh, although that doesn't make sense why Bourbon and Rye don't have insomnia...
Because it was a one-person incident in Scotland?
Surprisingly, no one woke up during the whole process and went downstairs to drink some water or anything.
"...I see." Scotland responded after a few seconds of pausing.
He thought it wouldn't be awkward to end the conversation now.
"Scotland, what's causing your insomnia?"
Scotland's response encouraged the player who had given up on trying to befriend him. She tentatively tried to find a conversation area in the event where Scotland would increase the player's favorability. "Is it related to this mission? The goal is for you to complete it alone."
"Are you questioning my mental strength?" he asked coldly.
Codename members of the organization sometimes need to possess some extreme traits, especially since he is one of the best snipers in all aspects among this group of newcomers.
Zhu Fujingguang released his dangerous murderous intent at the right time.
"How could that be... I just feel that killing people... taking someone's life is something I'll never get used to no matter how many times I repeat it." The player tried to save face.
Yikes! I said a bunch of stuff in one breath that seemed convincing, but it actually made no sense.
"...What about you?"
Zhu Fu Jingguang asked back. He no longer avoided the question and looked directly into the pair of eyes flashing with light green in the darkness.
There was only faint moonlight, making it difficult to see the expression of the person in front of him, but Zhu Fujingguang seemed to see his reflection in the other person's eyes, with a face full of struggle.
"How does it feel when you take someone's life?"
He was asking her, and also questioning his own heart.
"Feel?"
Although he didn't understand why he was asked that, Fushimi Kyoji still thought carefully about what he said, barely touching the ground with his toes, and his dangling legs swayed back and forth unconsciously: "Feeling... I just don't feel anything."
“…”
Zhu Fujingguang thought he would hold his breath after actually hearing this answer, but he didn't.
The player changed the subject: "Hmm... maybe because I haven't killed anyone yet?"
Zhu Fujingguang was not sure whether there was a strange expression on his face.
There are many members in the organization who have never killed anyone, but most of them are technical and scientific researchers.
But it becomes strange when it is applied to the girl who is brought by Gin and who is very likely to get the name of the wine in the future.
That cold and cruel man didn't seem like someone who would show favor to non-combatants.
"With Gin-senpai and Vodka-bro present, I barely have a chance to take action." The player emphasized to prevent himself from being looked down upon by the codenamed members in front of him.
So far, the number of people killed by Fushimi Kyoki is still a striking zero.
Players aren't keen on taking the Fourth Calamity route, but there's no real dissatisfaction.
Morofushi Kagemitsu stated his feelings bluntly: "Gin seems to have high expectations of you."
The player struggled to recall his identity: "Maybe it's because I'm a second-generation member of the organization?"
Zhu Fu Jingguang's heart was slightly moved.
If that's the case, it makes sense.
Everything...
The second-generation members who have been brainwashed by the organization since childhood are almost unlikely to betray the organization.
That's why she gained the trust of Gin, who was always extremely suspicious, and made an exception to place someone among the three code members including him.
Even if one's abilities are not outstanding, absolute loyalty to the organization can make up for most of the shortcomings.
Compared to the first generation of members who were recruited into the organization through coercion and inducement, the existence of the second generation of members in the organization made him secretly frightened.
They are constantly indoctrinated with the idea of loyalty to the organization, and have special training grounds for them to become familiar with various assassination techniques. Perhaps those second-generation members were already taught to kill when they had no concept of life at all.
Only at certain moments will people realize more clearly that the enemy they are facing is far larger and more unshakable than they imagined.
The pain that was constantly surging in Zhufu Jingguang's heart, caused by his struggle in the darkness and his actions that contradicted his position of justice, disappeared for no reason.
The fog that obscured his vision suddenly dissipated after he caught a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg of the Dark Empire.
His goals and ideals never wavered from beginning to end.
Just like his heart.
"Well, good night, Scotland," said the player who was leaning against the door in the corridor, looking cramped, but still looking at him eagerly.
He turned sideways imperceptibly without responding, acting as if he hadn't heard the other party's friendly farewell.
He closed the door with one hand, shutting out everything outside, including those green eyes flashing with a bright expression.
"Huh..." Zhu Fu Jingguang exhaled silently.
That's terrible.
That was a close call.
Such a thing as showing personal emotions in front of organization members must never happen again.
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