I'll kill you after I finish this game!

"..."

Reinhardt was speechless upon reading this, as the content raised his doubts.

"Her? I don't have any women among my subordinates."

I'm pretty sure that's true. Women would only approach him for superficial mating and courtship, so it's impossible for any of his subordinates to be women.

With these questions in mind, I continued reading the contents of the letter.

[Furthermore, you seem to have a connection with Mars, the Great Mars of Scorpion, and the fourth planet of the zodiac, especially the latter, which is an indispensable shadow star for you; please don't miss it.]

[Your Excellency Lieutenant General, I hope you will soon discover the true nature of the hunger and thirst that torment you.]

[And I hope that your awakening will be a blessing for me and my friends, with utmost trepidation—Karl Craft.]

[Postscript—You are now sitting in your car, filled with indignation after reading the beginning of this letter, aren't you? Don't worry, before you arrive, I will hide in the darkness and confront the ominous star—very, very terrifying.]

"Tsk...Scared!?"

Reinhardt was indeed annoyed, and only now did he notice that the letter had fallen into the boxing gloves, and he crumpled it into a ball again.

Seriously, is this what you call a headhunter in the capital?

"How far is this man, who's pretending to be stupid, going to fool me?"

"Huh?" The subordinate in the front seat who was driving thought that his superior was talking about him, so he asked in confusion, "What did you say, Lieutenant General?"

“No, it’s nothing.” Reinhardt turned his gaze back to the subordinate driving the car, his face calm and indifferent. “I just found that arrogant conman amusing… That man should just become a clown.”

"Haa..." Hearing that he wasn't being scolded, the subordinate breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't get distracted, take me to our destination as soon as possible."

“No, no, no action!”

"Humph......"

He gave a low, cold snort, not out of disrespect for his subordinates, but out of self-reproach.

Or perhaps, am I the one who's the clown?

At least it can make that man laugh; from that perspective, perhaps it has such qualities.

Although it was unwilling and unpleasant, that seemed to be the reality.

Reinhardt turned his head as if deep in thought and looked out the car window.

In the stillness of the night that enveloped the capital, the starry sky unfolded like a torrent.

Carl said that the malefic star and many other celestial stars were converging, and although the truth and falsehood in such eyes were completely unknown, it might serve as a pastime when bored.

A deep-seated hunger within oneself, if that truly exists...

If so, let Reinhardt see it.

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"But Lieutenant, can you really make this decision on your own? This was originally the Gestapo's job, and it has nothing to do with us."

With a tone of doubt and confusion, her words were full of persuasion. She was wearing an SS uniform with a long sword at her waist, and had blond hair tied in a single ponytail that swayed back.

With a bright and cheerful demeanor and a carefree smile, Beatrice Kirschner asked her friend with a puzzled look about official business.

The two walked and talked, seemingly heading to a certain place.

"Don't say it doesn't matter, Kirsch Eisen. Your excuse is just to justify your laziness, so it's completely off-topic."

The person being questioned was also a woman. The female officer turned around and glared coldly at the subordinate following behind her, who showed some dissatisfaction.

Wearing the same SS uniform, and judging from the double S insignia on the collar and the rank insignia, this female officer belongs to the Führer SS unit.

The precursor to the 2nd SS Panzer Division, which would later be known as the "Flower of the Reich".

He looks to be only in his early twenties, but he already holds the rank of lieutenant, which means he has a bright future ahead of him.

She possessed a height that easily surpassed that of ordinary men, and exuded a sharp, wiry aura; her dark red hair also seemed to have a burning, scorching quality.

She could be considered a beauty, but she lacked any gentle or kind demeanor.

Most people would shrink in the presence of a woman named Eluneo von Wittenberg.

However, Elunere's subordinates were quite different from her in personality, being rather laid-back individuals.

Under the officer's cold gaze, she still looked silly. Her big emerald green eyes darted around, and with her slender figure, she gave the impression of a small animal.

When his superior accused him of slacking off, Kirsch Eisen simply smiled indifferently.

"Yes, I admit I did want to slack off, but what exactly do you mean by 'not getting to the point'?"

"As a high-ranking officer in the military who bears the heavy responsibility of national defense, he almost died because of a sordid affair between a man and a woman. It's a disgraceful act that deserves to be shot. You should have been educated in the Youth League about what the military is and what mistakes your compatriots have made."

"...joint liability."

Kirsch Eisen then understood everything his superior had said.

The officer was the one who was lured and killed by the murderer, which is why it attracted the attention of the Gestapo and the SS.

The scandal involving an officer who was allegedly seduced by a woman and then killed by the murderer in the incident cannot be ignored.

“In that case, it has nothing to do with us—such nonsense is just wishful thinking. As lowly members of the army, we can’t just stand by and watch, can we?” Eluneree readily stated her duty, saying, “The only thing we did wrong was that we failed to dissuade His Highness the General from his foolish actions beforehand…you could say that.”

“However, we belong to completely different groups from the general... We can’t even see him, let alone try to dissuade him…” At this point, Kirschsen’s expression became awkward, and his voice grew softer and softer.

"What? Speak louder!"

Elunere coldly glared at her subordinate and childhood friend, the idiot.

"Ah! No, it's nothing!" Kirsch Eisen chuckled awkwardly, changing the subject and flatteringly saying, "Lieutenant, you look so beautiful today. Your appearance in social circles is sure to attract a lot of attention!"

"Hmph..." Elunere snorted coldly and didn't continue to pester them.

Returning to their original official duties, Beatrice Kirschner's expression turned serious, like a soldier's, as she continued:

"Let's put that aside for now. As you said, this situation is a disgrace to the military. I believe the higher-ups are acting in the direction of resolving this matter."

"Therefore, wouldn't it be overstepping one's authority to interfere arbitrarily? His Highness the Gestapo commander is rumored to be a man of iron and ice, and I have often heard of that."

"That's what I heard too."

When the Gestapo commander was mentioned, Elunere's expression calmed down a bit, but the slight fluctuation in her eyes showed that she cared about it.

"So......"

Surely we don't need to get involved? That's what Beatrice wanted to say.

However, a smile suddenly appeared on Eluneore's face, and she continued to praise the Gestapo commander she had mentioned earlier:

“Besides that, he is a very intelligent and pragmatic person. In that case, there is no problem. He will definitely understand our intentions.”

"...Sigh, Lieutenant, where does your overwhelming confidence come from?"

Beatrice looked at her childhood sweetheart, who was always serious and unsmiling at work, with a strange and curious expression.

The other party actually laughed. He laughed when the Gestapo commander was mentioned. It was very suspicious and intriguing.

"Ahem, as a subordinate, ask fewer questions and do more!"

Ailunore snapped out of her daze and quickly raised her hand to cough lightly. She knew that she had been too concerned about the Gestapo commander just now. If her childhood friend had discovered her intentions, he would definitely tease her.

"Alright, since you've come this far, I'll play along to the end."

Beatrice pursed her lips helplessly. She knew her friend's personality, so she could only trouble herself to do things with her outside of work.

"But shouldn't you tell me by now? Where are we going?"

"Go to the Fountain of Life."

After giving a brief answer, Elunere took a step forward, while Beatrice tilted her head in confusion at the answer.

"Yes, the Fountain of Life, that's the organization that's being talked about a lot at home and in the military right now."

Both Beatrice and Elunere are from prestigious families, and even from families with a long tradition of military service.

Naturally, they knew about the recent uproar surrounding the "super Aryan" and "son of the Führer."

The Level 3 super soldier, out in the open, under the astonished gazes of all the viewers who came to see the Fountain of Life, truly accomplished things that ordinary people simply could not do.

The ability to slice bullets with a knife, catch bullets with one's bare hands, and fight against hundreds of enemies—these extraordinary qualities made everyone in the army take them very seriously.

As members of military families like Elunere and Beatrice, who also held military positions, they naturally received news of even stronger super soldiers.

Within Germany, no one was uninterested in this.

"If it were the Fountain of Life in the past, it would be a breeding pasture to put it bluntly."

Recalling the former Fountain of Life organization, Elunere didn't have much affection for it. After all, in her eyes as a female soldier, it was a disgrace. Therefore, she spoke of the organization negatively:

"Babylon, where shameless bitches gather to obtain excellent male offspring—in other words, was once a state-sanctioned brothel."

"Um..." Beatrice said awkwardly, her lips twitching, "You seem to have said something really bad. I think that has some real meaning, doesn't it?"

“You said that was in the past. Although I don’t really care about bloodlines from other ethnic groups, and the same goes for ideas about bloodlines.”

They weren't taught about valuing bloodlines, although they were constantly taught not to bring shame upon their noble lineage and family.

What they should truly be proud of is the reputation passed down through generations. What will survive is the bloodline of their descendants. Neither of them had that superficial understanding of the issue of bloodline.

I'm nothing special; I'm just like any other person. I can die from being shot, and I need to eat and live too.

“You’re right, that was in the past. Now, the Fountain of Life is valued by all parties and the head of state.” Eluneore agreed with Beatrice’s words.

"Then why do we need to go to the Fountain of Life now? It's become very heavily guarded there. Without orders and credentials, it's impossible to get even a kilometer away from there, right?"

scratching her cheek in confusion, Beatrice knew that because of the birth of the super soldier, the leader had ordered martial law to be imposed on the Fountain of Life and deployed a lot of elite troops to guard it.

Without a license, without orders, or without prior notification or introduction, anyone within a kilometer of that location will be killed on the spot. The right to act first and report later now exists at the Fountain of Life.

The Führer and the top German officials are currently placing great importance on the Fountain of Life, so how could they possibly go there now?

"I have an acquaintance there, and I asked my family for help with the document issue."

"Oh~~~"

Upon hearing this, Beatrice suddenly burst into carefree laughter. Seeing this, Eluneore asked, speechless:

"Do you have any question?"

"No, I didn't expect you, Eluneore, to also use connections and ask your family for help. You even have acquaintances who can get you documents. Your connections are really extensive—wow!"