Editing City Series:Volume6e Chapter8 (section)

===Part 12===

Below the blue sky of morning, two men sat in the forest outside Berlin.

They sat with their backs leaning against a 4-yard Word Rifle and their legs out on the dirt.

The larger one with gray hair and two prosthetic arms was Pale.

The one wearing all black was Berger. He kept his eyes on the sky and spoke with annoyance in his voice.

“Why aren’t you dead?”

“Well, I hit a wall during the fall and was thrown out, so- hey, are you listening?”

“Forget it,” said Berger, lowering his gaze from the sky. He saw a city through the trees.

That city was not Germania. It was the old Berlin without the giant cross or the underground structures.

“I wonder if the materials used to construct Germania and the Gard-class were returned to the earth. I hear the residents and other people underground were placed in Tiergarten.”

“I didn’t expect the city to be restored like this, though. I guess Germany’s Lives considered that other city to be a mistake.”

“Not necessarily. I mean, we couldn’t have made it this far without the help of the machines.”

After talking with their eyes back on the sky, they heard some footsteps on the dirt. Berger turned just his head to see a blue-uniformed young man approaching while looking around.

He wore a black bag over his shoulder and bowed toward Berger.

“Good morning. Are you Mr. Dog Berger? I am from the post office.”

“What do you need first thing in the morning?”

“My first delivery of the day is for you. This letter.”

The postman pulled out a white envelope.

“Mutual understanding is still hard to find in this world, so it our duty as postal workers to reach the places voices can’t and act as an intermediary for the unseen wills. No matter the time or the place.” He smiled bitterly. “But this one wasn’t easy since your address was only given as ‘just outside Germania’.”

“Sorry about that,” said Berger, accepting the white envelope.

The postman checked his watch.

“Name: Dog Berger. Address: Just outside Germania. Time: the morning of August 24. Another flawless delivery.”

“Thanks. And sorry again.”

“Think of nothing of it. I expect to be serving you a lot more from now on.”

Berger looked up and considered that for a moment before smiling.

“Probably so. I’ve got a lot more Verlsten Briefs addressed to me with awful handwriting, don’t I? Probably one a week, all sent from a thousand years ago.”

The postman said nothing. He simply smiled and bowed.

“I still find you sitting down, I see.”

And he left. His footsteps faded into the distance while Berger tore open the envelope. It was postmarked in Hamburg.

“This date is when I went to save her last month.”

He nodded and read the letter. His eyes ran through a few lines before he chuckled.

“That idiot. What is this black stain?”

But he kept smiling, shut his eyes, and folded the letter.

He sighed and looked up into the sky.

“This is how we keep them with us forever and ever, huh?”

He stuck the envelope in the chest of his coat.

“What’s that?” asked Pale.

Berger smiled and gave a simple answer.

“It’s the Messiah’s blessing.”