The room was larger than they expected. Five bunk beds can be seen in a single room, fitting about ten people. Each having its own decent-sized mattresses.
The walls and the ceiling were made of cement, with a proper light source attached above rather than relying on the basic candle and lamp.
The smell is also much more better than their previous trench. Feces of rats, blood, and other horrible odor can't be smelled inside despite still being a tunnel in a war zone.
Kazuto eyes could shimmer in the shine of light above, with his mouth slightly opened in shock. Not once did he thought that he would see a proper bed in a place like this, let alone this soon.
Unlike Kazuto, Hanz and Otto watched the room with uncertainty, as not even a hint of dust can be seen on to the steel metal of the bunk beds nor mud on the floor.
While Gunther was already resting down on one of the bunk beds, with his hand holding a letter as he reads it.
"A bunk bed, a proper and clean bunk bed," Kazuto muttered in shock.
"Though is too clean to be true. It's like they didn't even try at all to destroy the place. There must be some kind of rigged trap beneath these beds or something," Kazuto speculated, rubbing his chin using his right hand.
"Nope, the soldiers who checked each of the rooms said there's no magical traps nor explosives hidden. It's safe, according to their search team, that is," Gunther said, as well as turning the back page of the letter he was reading.
"Let's just thanked them for giving us a proper bed to sleep in. At least for tonight," Gunther continued, with his eyes continued reading the letter.
"Well, if that's the case."
Hanz instantly decided to lie his body down to the soft and stretchable mattress on the bunk bed on the right. Pleasuring his body at least for once, as he pushed his head to the pillow.
Kazuto eyes widened, gazing towards Hanz, as if, he just witnessed a murder — like he didn't even have enough of it already. While Otto didn't even bother to care at all.
"See, don't overthink it too much. Let's just trust the reports," Otto smiled, walking forward and climbing up one of the bunk beds.
"But—"
"Woah! This feels closely like my bed back home. Not too hard, not too soft, just right!" Hanz said, sighing in relief as he indulged himself further to the pillow.
Kazuto gazed in envy, as he just sighed and admitted defeat. He soon looked down to the ground, dragging himself closer towards the bunk beds and deciding to sit down.
"Woah! This is soft. How did they get these better condition rooms, compared to ours back in the previous trench," Kazuto said, sitting on the bunk bed on the left as he placed his hand to the cushion.
He could feel the softness of the mattress slowly swallowing his hand, but it wasn't too soft that it would swallow him whole during his sleep.
"The Elven soldiers must have enjoyed their stay every night if this is the kind of condition their government had given them," Kazuto continued.
"Yeah... If only," Otto replied, climbing up to the bunk bed where Kazuto was lying beneath.
"Yeah... if only it was," Otto followed, resting his body to the bunk bed and gazing up to the ceiling.
Kazuto was left silent as he gazes up to the ceiling of his bunk bed, while Hanz could only nod and agree, while Gunther stopped reading and gaze towards him.
"Hey, you three!! You're joining the twenty-fourth squad tomorrow morning! Meet up on the left side of the trench, five o'clock! you got that!?" The sergeant informed them, as he glared.
"Yes, Sir!" Hanz, Gunther, and Otto replied in sync, with their back stiff and straightened, and their expressions firm. "Y-Yes, Sir!" Kazuto could stutter, as he was left out guarded.
The sergeant looked at each in every one of them, with Kazuto's eyes the only one darting while the others looked firm in both the body and soul.
The sergeant looked away and continued walking, while behind him was Adolph, following every step he made.
His expression was gloomy and firm, with his head looking down — like he always does for the past hours Kazuto had interacted with him. However, it felt different, like he wasn't himself, for Kazuto, at least.
"Well, Good night. I'm already too exhausted to continue talking, and this mattress is really comfy," Hanz said, covering himself with the blanket and closing his eyes.
"Good night," Kazuto replied.
Otto had already been quiet since the sergeant had left them, not even a single pip of a sound can be heard above him.
While Gunther on the other hand seemed to just finish reading the letter and was also getting ready to take the nap.
'Well, they're already trying to sleep. Might as well do the same,' Kazuto thought, slowly placing his head to the pillow and indulging the comfort.
He soon found his eyes feeling heavy, as he later no longer realize his consciousness had left him.
***
It had happened yet again.
Kazuto's arms couldn't move and his legs stood still to the nonexistent white atmosphere. A soothing sound of the harp can be heard in the distance, slowly fading away, and again slowly fading back in. It felt like a loop of the never-ending ambiance, just like what he heard before.
He had been dressed in the white robe like before, and even if he tried to move it would always result in the same situation. Failure.
However, there was still a part of his body that he can freely move. That was his head, and he used that to his advantage.
'I'm back here... again,' Kazuto thought.
His eyes were no longer shivering in shock, and his expression firm.
The fear of the unknown for him no longer matter, he had been transported to this unknown realm three times in the time span of only two days to the world he was transported.
He needed answers, and he needed it now.
'Tsk. I won't let her stupid trick control me any longer. When I find that brat I'll make sure I'll make her pay!' Kazuto thought to himself.
He soon searched for the child, looking in his right and again in his left, but it was the same white clouds and the same white atmosphere.
He even tried to look from his back, but he couldn't. The basic human structure of the body just wouldn't allow him. Continue, and his neck might fracture, or worse, he might die. And so he thought.
Kazuto looked forward again from where he started, with his search rewarded by nothing. And there she saw, the girl.
The black lush smooth hair reaching her knees, with a white plain shirt the was large enough that her shoulders can be seen and long enough that it was reaching her knees. Her feet, cute and small; and her hands, even smaller.
A black serpent can also be seen wrapping around her neck. However, it didn't seem hostile, but rather, it was fond of her as it hisses directly towards Kazuto.
"Hey, you!! Come here!! I know you can hear me!!" Kazuto yelled, but the girl did not respond.
She just stood there, away from Kazuto, looking only to the never-ending horizon of white. While the serpent continued hissing further.
'This, brat!' Kazuto thought to himself, clenching his jaws and brows furrowed down.
"Hey!! Release me!!" Kazuto demanded, but no response was still given.
A sudden stop of a heartbeat made Kazuto fall from his knees, as the girl didn't even bother to look back. Kazuto feels his body shivering from the cold, but he couldn't do anything. He was still restricted, and always be restricted.
"You..! Help... me... " He gave out a small cry for help, but the girl didn't respond.
Kazuto eyes became heavy, and his feet hurting him just like the effects of frostbites. Until everything that was left from him had become darkness. No human body, No human consciousness, no light at all. He was left there.
"He's waiting for you." The girl said as the voice faded away in the darkness.
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The heavy rain can be heard dropping to the rooftops, with the strong winds damping the windows of the buildings and houses completely wet.
The streets made of cobblestone had nearly been flooded with water, as nothing can be heard other than the darkness night and the rain falling down the roads.
No people can be seen walking nor automobiles driving to the streets. It looks like a ghost town, like no one had been living here at all despite being a big city.
'Where am I?' Kazuto pondered, as he could feel his head still throbbing in pain.
He decided to walk to the side of the streets. However, he couldn't move, not even an inch. In fact, he couldn't even feel his heart beating at all.
'Am... Am I dead!?' Kazuto started panicking. However, he has nowhere to run from this problem, and even if he had the ability to run, where would he even run?
He decided to look around him, searching for clues to what to do and to know what situation he was in. However, when he tried he couldn't move his own head, even his own eyes. It felt like he was stuck with no way to solve it.
The soul of his eyes started to water, shivering in hopelessness.
Until the head looked down by itself. Kazuto didn't intend to look down, not even once, but it did. It feels like the body has a mind of its own. Not following the instructions Kazuto had given him to do.
'What!!?' Kazuto questioned the situation. "Am I being possessed by some kind of ghost!?" Kazuto shivers in the thought alone. However, his thought was changed almost immediately when saw the uniform he was wearing.
It wasn't plain boring grey like the uniform he was wearing when he first entered this world, but it was dark blue just like the enemy that had been hostile to them since the very beginning.
Kazuto, who had been panicking calmed himself down, as the beat of his heart slowly becoming less of a hassle.
"I'm the one... possessing this person," Kazuto concluded.
However, the thought of his spirit wandering and possessing other people still shiver him, but too much unlike the thought of him being dead.
He could feel the back of the person he had been possessing leaning to the wall next to him.
It seems like a two-floor building made of bricks and cement, with each floor three windows can be seen as the person gaze up.
In front of him was a small house made of cement and wood, colored mostly in white looking like a small bar, with soldiers even have the time to drink.
A creak of a door opened can be heard from his right, as the person he had been possessing looked at it. A soldier waving his hand, as he smiled, and he later closed the door behind him.
The soldier looked like a guy around his mid-twenties, with his hair lush black. He was wearing the Adrain uniform, as the ears alone gave out that he was an elf.
The elf looked like the soldier who sat down on the right side of the chair in the bar. However, to Kazuto's eyes, it was only a random enemy with random intentions. nothing more and nothing less.
"So what did that lieutenant told you?" The person he had been possessing asked in an idly manner.
"Nothing much. It was mostly small talk, though he distributed the new orders for us to follow." The man replied, pulling out a cigar from his pocket.
"New orders? What new orders? I thought we were supposed to be in charge of the defense in the main trench?" The possessed man replied idly.
"Change of plans. General Bonnet wants us to protect him, basically his personal guards," The man replied, blowing a near-perfect circle of smoke coming from his mouth.
Something that the person Kazuto had been possessing isn't too kinned of.
"Why?"
"He's trying to recreate the spell to escape the city, just like what he did in our last fortified trench. Well... no longer our fortified trench. It will take about half an hour, if his mana is enough to create the spell, that is."
'That coward. Abandoning his men,' The possessed man thought.
Kazuto could hear the words almost fluently, as the man he possessed yelled it inside of him in almost the sense of anger in disappointment.
'Is this his thoughts?' Kazuto thought to himself.
The door again opened, as three soldiers walked outside of it, laughing as if their situation isn't horrible in the slightest.
They soon walked passed them, as the two soldiers leaning to the wall just gazed at them in silence, showing the look of disappointment.
"Where is this ritual going to be held?" The possessed man said, quietly.
"Just in this building, second floor." The man replied, gazing up to the building.
The man being possessed sighed, looking down to see the rainwater beneath him, as he pondered.
Loud words after loud words bombarded Kazuto's head, as Kazuto can no longer think. His ears ringing, his eyes clenching closely. It felt like torture, even if it was a mere second of thoughts.
"Well, as long as we are out of the battlefield I might as well be thankful," The man being possessed replied idly, looking at the man in front of him.
A noise of a pendulum clock can be heard outside of the bar. The time was now around three o'clock in the morning.
Soldiers inside the bar almost immediately stood up in sync, grabbing their weapons and ammunition and leaving the food they've eaten, and mugs they drank, even if there were some left on their plates.
The man sighed, closing his eyes and dropping the cigar he was holding. He soon stepped on it, killing the small flame, and left it to damp in the cold, wet rain.
"Well, I guess it's time." The man said pulling out a red pistol from his pocket.
He aimed it up from the sky, shaking, as his finger closing near the trigger.
"Let their invasion begin."
A loud bang can be heard, releasing a red smoke up to the sky for everyone to see. Even the humans who were kilometers away.