Secret's! [War Of K-M-DGsp-M4221] Locked OSO.0
[B1-43] Please Teach How to Kidnap, Sei!

“No. I said it's not like that,” argued Ret, shook her head, “It's not about―Ugh. I told you I didn't like *******, right.”

Storing a tray of breakfast dishes on his bed, Ret sat down on a chair and faced Sei.

“It's not like that, Sei, I a moment ago became a slave, damn.”

“Ng?”

Without asking or suspecting the breakfast dish Ret brought, Sei devoured it slowly.

“Jadi ... What?”

Sei did not hear clearly what Ret had said. He just continued to chew the food, then swallowed it.

“I, I also do not―Huh? Me?!” sahut Ret, realizing Sei did not take it right, “I said I became a slave, a while ago ..”

“Oh..” Sei nodded small as if understanding. However, he was suddenly stunned, “What ...!?”

“Iya, really,” firmly Ret, exhaling his heavy breath while remembering the events in the Shelter and Slave Market, “Yester was a scary experience my― to the point of being auctioned, I mean, shit.”

“Even you willing to be a slave?!!” Sei regained consciousness as he was about to put a wooden spoon into his mouth. He began to understand, and stored the wooden spoon he held into a wooden bowl containing yellow soup. “How can you come home here, Rat, be honest with me ...”

“Huh?!” Ret surprised. “Honest what―”

“Do you kill the Master who became your Master―but ..” Sei directly refuted his own words, “That's impossible, anyway.”

Ret was surprised and pursed his lips.

Uh. Do I look very weak in his eyes, yes. But, Ret thought, sighing in frustration. “Indeed I couldn't do anything against that N-what-that, anyway.”

When Ret became a slave, the necklace of slaves he wore was troublesome for himself and other slaves.

“Ng.” Sei nodded in understanding and went back to holding the wooden spoon. “I know, about slave necklaces in Slave Markets as well as in Slave Sellers, I know. Indeed, by only mastering ‘beladiri kompet’ or martial base only, will not be able to fight if you wear a slave necklace.”

Sei stuffed a wooden tablespoon filled with yellow liquid into his mouth.

“In fact,” Sei continued muttering as he shook his head, "I'll be ...."

The woman stared at the tray containing her morning meal.

It is very difficult to be a slave, Sei thought, and continued to eat his morning meal.

“Even ...?”

“Ng? Yep. Even a Tier.1 Fighter would have trouble fighting while wearing a slave necklace―especially if the long iron rope necklace waved behind him. Haha. It would definitely be so easy and silly ...!I don't understand ...” at all

Sei continued to babble while chewing the food inside his mouth..

“What is it,” asks Ret, confused by the new word she heard, “‘Tier-Fighter’?!”

“Uhuk, uhuk ...” Sei coughed and immediately said, “Uhuk―You don't even know about such a simple thing ...?! Hid. How stupid of you, Rat. I think every day you read that stupid book there's a result.”

“Uh,” sigh Ret, pursed her lips, “Ya ...”

“Tier-Fighter was the level of strength in the martial arts of this Entertainment Era. Basically ‘level’ or―things like that, you know, now there is no such thing as ‘beladiri’ the strongest is this-it or the like, lah. Everything has been World System set to be equivalent.”

“Isn't that good?!” ret said, amazed himself at Him, “So there will be no war, fights, or battles without meaning, we can be peaceful.”

After Ret said that, Sei did not reply and simply looked at Ret, with a cold look.

“Rat ... You think it's good, huh?”

Sei was silent for a moment, and stopped eating his dishes.

“Ng. The current situation is indeed as you say, Rat, but, with the things you mentioned that, Rat, humans can evolve―Well, now?! Don't you feel we―as human like cattle that ‘they’ arrange everything?” obviously Sei, still staring intently at Ret who was sitting on the chair. “Man now only―”

“High?!” Ret frowning. He disagreed with what Sei had explained. “Isn't that word just for animals?”

Sei did not continue his words. He closed his eyes while nodding and smiling understandingly.

“Ng. Might as well. But, Rat, I want to ask you: Do you know what ‘Cemetery’ is?!”

“Master,” says Ret, interrupted confusion, “aman?!”

He touched his chin like he was thinking, but Ret was actually very confused.

“Hahaha.” Sei laughed dryly as he looked at Ret's confusion. “Yes. ‘Cemetery’. Somehow in this Entertainment Era, everything has vanished along with the culture―and the thing called ‘Seni’ is now almost gone, right?”

“I guess it's not,” muttered Ret, frowning. Right, anyway, even now only ‘beladiri’ martial arts. Didn't it used to be from the word ‘Matrial Art’, huh?! What it says it's―

“Then,” said Sei cut Ret's thought, “If man is dead there must be a named ‘Cemetery’, where human corpses will be buried or burned or other Ceremonies.”

Sei stared blankly ahead.

“Well now,” murmured, still staring at the front door of the Room, “Where is he both dead?! Where the bodies of humans go―during this ‘they’ have succeeded in abolishing things like traditions and cultures on this Earth of ours, Rat, that is why we ...”

Funeral, huh, but, Ret thought. “Why should we be buried?! And, shit, we'll be burned ...!!? Is that not too cruel―That Funeral Ceremony?!”

“Hahaha.” Sei chuckled and said, “What is certain, I―I mean, we, have fought hundreds of years to restore human development itself.”

Ret seemed unwilling to listen to Sei's words, and began to open the newspaper sheet. He began reading: The year 2313, September 5, is written in the top-left corner of the newspaper's main page. Then, when he randomly turned the newspaper around: September 3, September 4, a postage stamp fell off the page of one of the newspapers.

Pranko blue again, huh, thought Ret, then muttered, “Sial. My Credit Balance now―”

“Do you ever imagine, how it feels to be considered an illegal ‘villain’ for hundreds of years,” muttered Sei, cut off Ret's murmur, with his voice barely audible to her, “What, you understand, Rat.”

“Uh?” Ret turned his head to Sei. “Au―”

“No.” Sei turned around and faced the wall while showing his waiting to Ret. “Nothing.”

“Uh ...” Ret sighed resignedly because he understood maybe Sei wanted to rest. “Telah.”

Ret looked at the Blue Stamps carefully.

This must be Informant the S-what-it-R again, huh, but, thought Ret, then said, “Sei.”

“Ng ...”

Sei only let out a slight sound like that, and did not look at him at all.

“Teach me how to kidnap, Sei,” pinta Ret, he casually opens the next newspaper sheet.

Sei widened his eyes, surprised and immediately turned his head.

“Ng ...!!?”

The woman looked at the man sitting in his chair while sifting through the newspaper, with a foolish look.

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