I'll kill you after I finish this game!

Reizer looked calmly at Schreiber, who was quietly listening to his orders, and finally said:

"Don't die before that moment comes."

This strange order, or rather condition, left Schreiber with no reason to refuse.

Is killing someone enough to just become loyal to them if you fail?

Schreiber no longer wanted to lose. After being defeated by the kind summoned by Reiji a few nights ago, he didn't want to lose to anyone else.

How could a perfect being possibly lose? It is already immortal and has become perfect, so it is impossible for it to lose!

Having completed this guy's orders, Schreiber planned to continue living the twisted, ugly, yet wonderful life that Reiger had described.

P.S.: Please vote and recommend! Some readers don't understand the character of Schreiber and his past; they only realized how tragic his life was after I wrote about him...

Chapter Fifty-One: The Beast and the Snake, and Reinhard's First Formal Encounter

Today in Germany, the Führer who led Germany to a better future is still giving a speech with a highly infectious tone.

However, something happened today that brought this speech to an end.

"Boom——!"

A loud explosion suddenly rang out, and only after the sound did everyone see the rather large explosion.

The SS guards on guard duty were shocked and became alert.

"There's been an explosion! What happened?!"

"Your Excellency, are you alright? Damn it! Who was the bastard who dared to do such an outrageous thing?"

"Seal off the venue immediately! What are you doing? Stop dawdling! Don't let a single ant out!"

The speech was interrupted by an unexpected explosion, and the screams of civilians mingled with the shouts of the guards.

On November 20, 1939, a mysterious explosion occurred during a speech by the leader of the Third Reich. This event shook all of Europe and set the gears of cause and effect in motion.

In the Third Reich, which had been defeated in the First World War, amidst the groans of poverty and despair, a charismatic leader emerged and rose again like a phoenix.

In order to regain world dominance, it began to invade neighboring countries.

Thus began a war that might far surpass the first, fueled by the different emotions of each individual.

Now, the curtain is gradually being drawn back, revealing a mysterious beginning.

And today, Reiji and Mercury, who went by the aliases Gray and Carl, were also imprisoned.

"Da da..."

The sound of flat footsteps echoed in the prison corridor. A man in an officer's uniform and wearing a military cap, with fiery blond hair that only reached his earlobes, had a handsome face that seemed to possess a touch of inhuman demonic charm.

There was nothing wrong with his appearance or temperament; only his calm, lifeless eyes gave him a cold and aloof air that kept strangers at bay.

His subordinates, who were following behind him, were also reporting on military affairs.

"In other words, the assassination attempt on His Excellency the General... of course ended in failure, the result was unsuccessful. However, the arrest and prosecution of the perpetrators have been progressing slowly. As for the reason..."

He recounted the mysterious explosion that occurred during the president's speech today, but by the end, he looked helpless and couldn't continue.

But the officer in front of his subordinates, a man whose full name was Reinhard Tristan Eugene Heydrich, calmly and quietly answered the words his subordinates could not utter.

"Is it because there are too many suspects to be sure? There's nothing we can do about it. There are probably countless people who want to assassinate His Excellency the President. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they could be sold off."

In the detention center lined with iron bars, Reinhardt calmly glanced at his stammering subordinate, his seemingly harmless gaze making the subordinate feel extremely uneasy.

Although his subordinate didn't articulate the key points, Reinhardt understood his intentions.

Even if it doesn't matter whether you listen or not, listening to issues that don't need to be considered is just a waste of energy.

This place, used to imprison criminals, is essentially more like a pigsty awaiting execution; very few people manage to leave alive.

The smell of rust mingled with a hint of blood; the place was filled with the aura of death, which was inevitable. Although about 10% of the people managed to walk out alive, none of them emerged unscathed.

Reinhardt had a tiny bit of liking for this place full of death, but it didn't quite reach a level of satisfaction.

Being arrested by the Gestapo is just like that; whether one is guilty or innocent is irrelevant. Except for certain special cases, one is simply branded with some fabricated charges and put to death as a warning to others.

"...Yes, as you say, but it is indeed too shameful for us, as sentinels of the capital, to be helpless like this," the subordinate said with a somewhat guilty expression.

“No need to feel guilty, Captain.” Reinhardt waved his hand calmly and said, “Besides, as His Majesty’s loyal subjects and the sentinels of the Imperial Capital, you have captured the people who are in here now, haven’t you?”

"Indeed, Your Excellency Lieutenant General!"

Therefore, it is not surprising that such measures are sometimes taken. Even if innocent people are made scapegoats, Reinhardt is already used to it.

Few people care about the people in this detention center, or whether they are truly criminals.

This is also a lubricant filled with oil called blood, prepared to make the wheel of social structure turn.

After pondering this, Reinhardt glanced at the captain and nodded, acknowledging his actions, and said:

"Well, that's quite good. Regardless of the truth of the matter, your efforts may not have been in vain."

The location of the crime and the severity of the punishment are all determined by Reinhardt, who now possesses the power and ability to influence such matters.

So all that's left is to implement it.

To put it bluntly, these people being targeted in the detention center also had problems to begin with.

The weak have their own ways of defending themselves. If they haven't shown their harmlessness in ordinary times, then the person they're about to meet is, frankly speaking, guilty in this way.

"What do you mean?" the captain asked cautiously.

Reinhardt calmly asked, "What are the names of those two people?"

They must have been two pathetic and foolish men, right?

As a captain under Reinhardt, he truthfully reported the information about the two prisoners he was about to meet, saying:

"Karl Ernst Craft and Gray Ncraft, according to their testimonies, the former was born in Basel, Switzerland, and the latter came from that ancient country in the East. They were friends and came to the capital to open a shop that barely made ends meet. There are no particular issues with these details, and it has been confirmed that the testimonies are not false. However..."

"what happened?"

Surprised that his subordinate had stopped talking at this moment, Reinhard once again looked at his subordinate with a calm and authoritative gaze.

The hesitation on the other person's face wasn't out of fear; rather, there was a hint of annoyance... or rather, a sense of unease in their eyes.

Just like wanting to avoid saying it out loud.

"Well... how should I put it?" The captain hesitated, seemingly organizing his thoughts, before saying, "These two men are skilled in some unusual techniques, though nothing particularly noteworthy... By the way, what people call them and their techniques is..."

"Predicting the future through astrology, or what is known in the East as divination and fortune-telling... Magicians and Taoist priests? An interesting combination."

Reinhardt picked up where his subordinates left off. Although he was an officer, he was also a learned man, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was both a scholar and a warrior.

Western magicians and Eastern Taoist priests may be naive con artists, but they are simply people who are better at exploiting people's anxieties and misunderstandings.

"...As you said, sir, of course we understand that such tricks are just idle jokes, but in fact... all the fates that the man named Gray has predicted have come true, and the man named Karl has also foreseen the crisis facing His Excellency. Therefore, we cannot completely ignore them."

The reason the captain was so wary and hesitant was this: neither Gray nor Carl seemed like the kind of fraudsters.

Once you've investigated someone's past, you'll create a contradictory situation where they feel that even if they don't believe it, the facts are right in front of them.

But Reinhard could not possibly believe that it was through magic or sorcery that he foresaw the future or determined people's fate.

The idea of ​​using supernatural abilities is insane; there's no simpler logic to it than that.

"If that's the case, can we consider Karl and Gray as the masterminds behind, or even those who planned, the assassination of His Excellency?"

Reinhardt's statement was not untrue; the ambiguous actions and attitudes of those two individuals went beyond the scope of what was expected of a protected citizen.

Therefore, he felt it was foolish to think that such ambiguous behavior would lead to such a fate, and that they would soon experience such suffering.

He thought this with such disdain, then nodded to the captain in charge of the report and said:

"You've worked hard. You are excellent, Captain. You are not misled by rumors and superstitions. You have a realistic and civilized judgment. On behalf of His Majesty the Führer, I would like to express my gratitude. People like you are the treasures of the Empire."

"Thank you for the compliment," the captain replied with a grateful nod.

“Very well, then you may go back. I am fine alone with those fraudsters like magicians and Taoist priests.”

"Huh? But like this..."

Reinhardt's sudden announcement of his departure caught the captain, who was under his command, off guard.

The commander hesitated because he couldn't face such a boastful fraudster alone.

But Reinhardt glanced at his subordinates who were too proud to move.

To make someone obey, all you need to do is exert a little pressure. Reinhardt knew this very well from his years of experience working as an officer.

"Is there a problem, Captain? It's just some interrogation through the cell, and the other party is just a con artist, or at most two terrorists."

Reinhardt pursued anything dangerous without even realizing it, because he felt no sense of reality in living, which was probably due to this very problem within himself.

"It's not like we're going to walk into the cage of a hungry tiger, wolf, or lion empty-handed."

Moreover, could the two people he wanted to meet be compared to these beings?

If it's just a pointless farce, then there's no need to make a big fuss over such a trivial matter.

"..." The captain, who was under his command, was speechless upon hearing this.

"Since you understand, you can go back now. There's no need to worry."

"...Yes, Your Excellency General!"

"By the way, I will give further instructions later. In the meantime, take a short rest."

Reinhardt watched without any expression, then relaxed from his stiffness and gradually watched his subordinate's back disappear into the distance.

"What a serious man," Reinhardt thought to himself, and turned to continue on his way.

Now let's address the issue of the cage.

Walking along the corridor made of inferior steel, we continued deeper into the passageway.

It was only a short distance. Gazing at the rusty iron fence, Reinhardt calmly walked towards his destination.

Ahead were two steel cells, and two men with different temperaments but both possessing a unique quality. Although their appearances and temperaments were different, they shared a strange sense of similarity in some aspects.

They both have long, waist-length hair and blue eyes.

The former had long, dark blue hair tied with a butterfly at the back. The gentle and intellectual-looking long-faced Eastern man gave off a composed impression, but his face was plastered with a smile that seemed to be able to devour people.

There's also a strange impression, a contradictory feeling of the temperament of the elderly and the young being blended together, which upon closer inspection turns into a mirage.