WAR Viewpoint
2. The tyrant and the little helper

"Aho! watch where you walk!"

This tyrant must be more annoyed at me than before, this is really a troublesome situation.

Now the position of the two of them was where they were sitting on the floor together.

But the thing that bothers me most is not that rant, but another water-whirring that is no longer heard.

Not at all concerned with the rant he tried to stand up and try his best not to fall down once more.

To drive away the bad luck I really have to leave this place, I smell the stinging trouble if I don't leave that place immediately.

Step foot in a hurry, but unfortunately the most painful thing is when you fly and soar far above the clouds of hope but crash and fall by reality right from that height, and it really describes what is happening to me right now.

When I wanted to go out and be in front of the door both big hands swiftly holding my shoulders.

Gawat lackey tyrant boy really can not be invited to work together, why they always emerge from nothing at the wrong time.

"Kusogaki you're really pissing me off right now"

Taking a step with an annoyed face he stood before us.

Then there was a strange silly sight, this was because the two large-bodied giants that were currently holding my hands on both sides looked like obedient dogs below.

If people see this the first thing they will do is probably check how high they are after what they do what they call marijua_? Uh! that marijuana.

After all this scene can damage the logical viewpoint of the world no matter which side one looks at it from.

This is because the world working with the strong will always be above the weak, it also does not help with the human nature of always judging something from its cover.

Then here I am, the weak side that is ready to be devoured by the tyran predator.

Her body that was smaller than the two people currently holding my hand would probably make this situation look cute.

But the reason they were actually subject to him was more than that.

But the thing that I was actually more afraid of than being an outburst of anger by a boy who was throwing out his tentrum was how other sharp eyes were looking from various directions at us.

They will once again take this as a show.

And today will once again be another very long day.

***

"Hey what's going on with your bad attitude on the first day, aren't you even able to stand up properly after that?"

"You fools better control yourself, don't use all your strength"

She walked out with her eyes closed as if nothing had happened with the towel wrapped around her waist.

'Silai*an' tyrant'

Now he had to bear the shame of having a child who pitied him.

The person who had just spoken was the smallest among the three of them.

The body thrown against the wall did not make much noise at all.

This was not the first or second time he had felt this.

"Yuk!"

A rusty iron taste flowed along with that cough.

Blood flowed out from his mouth which he did not care about at all.

but the water quickly carried the blood splash away leaving no trace.

"Ugh!........"

The sound of fading footsteps in no way made this situation any better.

'Basic tyran bajin*and he took away his henchmen after doing this tampa cleaning anything'

Feeling an overwhelming sense of dizziness in his head made this situation worse than before.

Tried to take pains to keep his manic to stay open.

Among the consciousnesses that resisted falling into the darkness he felt short footsteps, and along with his consciousness being swallowed by the darkness.

***

When the eyes are closed, the sense of smell becomes the first conscious sense.

The smell of the drug anesthetic confirmed where he was at the moment.

Slowly opening the maniknya the first thing that welcomed was the bright light of the room that felt very blinding.

The numbness on the right was an infuriating familiarity to him.

"Fractured bones, then head injuries, do you think the body is a toy?"

The feminine voice that was fixed on her awakened her from an immediate daydream.

"Madam eleanor"

"Let's stop being such an oppressed freak, you have to start learning to fight back, if not only God knows what's going to happen to your body in a year or two"

Hearing those harsh words I could only close my eyes and smile clumsily scratching my non-itchy head.

The woman walks to her side to inject something into the line of the infusion hose.

Even though he is at the age of three heads must be admitted that he does not look that old.

She actually did not have any rank in this headquarters, just an ordinary doctor and that was not a military doctor and as for the reason why people called her madam because of her husband.

In short she was here no more because of her husband's desire, being nothing more than a display and like an angel confined in a golden cage with wings that disappeared from selfishness.

Or only he likes to think of it that way.

"until you feel better rest here"

Seeing him want to turn away I quickly grabbed his shoulder.

"Wait for madam can you tell me if anyone has brought me here?"

Eleanor then stopped.

"even if there's a reason I should tell you"

"It's my business to know and you have to find the answer"

"And you know the answer better than I do"

After saying that the woman came out leaving him tampa to hear her whisper.

"Hmm, I think you're right"

Besides, I think we both know the answer

***

Army cafeteria

Currently sitting in silence surrounded by seclusion he had no other choice but to go to this place when his stomach rang to be filled.

Fill his stomach with what they call food here.

The scent and familiar look of a red porridge that he did not know what ingredients they were using to make him properly really made him want to vomit.

A question sometimes flashed across his head whenever he saw what they were presenting to the soldiers.

If this is the food they get then what about the prisoners behind bars.

Or do high-level people in this country simply not consider them any different from those prisoners?

If only his stomach had not asked to be filled with pleasure he would have done so.

Take with a spoon ready to put the thing that hardly looks like food into his mouth.

Right now the only thing he needs to do is put this thing in his mouth and immediately swallow it as if nothing will happen.

The noise there doesn't bother him.

And in the next minute he was finally able to finish his meal, what made him even more grateful was the presence of fresh cow's milk to quench his thirst.

Usually if the person tries to be selfish what they give is milk chocolate, and imagining how it mixes with the red porridge that would normally be food here is enough to make some soldiers vomit.

Sipping the milk quietly, in the midst of his daydream the noise that stopped around made him astonished.

The sound of the door crunching was what next caught his attention.

A group of high-level warriors entered led by a very familiar person.

The same military uniform he wore would not have been different from the others had it not been for the sheer number of badges that were embellishing there.

He is the leader of this base.

Admiral abellard flynn

Couple madam eleanor

But what everyone was concerned about was not the soldiers but the small bodies with shabby clothes they surrounded.

They were most likely three other slaves that the state had bought.