Editing City Series:Volume1 Chapter 5 (section)

===Part 1===

Oscar sighed when he saw the two who were brought to the Bladlikburg Eins’s bridge.

“You certainly caused us a lot of trouble, Professor Wagner and Walter.”

Walter smiled at that. He faced Oscar without even glancing at the soldiers restraining him on either side.

“More importantly, you should probably check what we’re carrying, Oscar.”

“I am aware. I will not let my guard down twice.”

Oscar nodded and the two soldiers on either side of the two men checked through their clothes. Their hands moved quickly and professionally.

“Are they carrying anything?”

“Only a license, a wallet, and a seal, commander.”

“You’d better give those back afterwards,” warned Paul.

Oscar frowned.

“If you want them back, why not tell us what we want to know?”

“That’s a pretty sad offer.”

“I know you two. You have nothing else.”

“You’ve got us there.”

As soon as Paul smiled, the soldier searching Walter’s clothes let out a low scream and was knocked away.

“!”

Oscar reached for the handgun at his waist.

“Walter, what did you do?”

“…”

The young man did not answer. He only stared down at the soldier who was groaning and holding his stomach. Oscar realized Walter was holding the chest of his lab coat.

“What are you hiding?”

Walter returned his gaze.

“A memento from my mother.”

He showed off what looked like a scrap of paper.

…''Is that a photograph?

Oscar frowned again.

“I would like to apologize for my soldier’s rudeness, but I can’t.”

He turned to a nearby soldier who had nothing to do.

“Carry the fallen soldier out.”

“Sorry about that. I tend to lash out without thinking.”

Walter gave a quick nod to the man being carried away and then turned back to Oscar.

Paul crossed his arms and looked up at Oscar.

He was acting like he owned the ship, so Oscar frowned and looked outside the window.

A dark shadow obstructed the sun in the western sky. It was another Bladlikburg flying alongside the Eins.

A sword-like form could be seen on the Zwei’s deck.

It was the dp-XXX and it was strapped to the deck with thick wires. Both the ship and the metal wires shined in the evening sun.

“…”

“What is it, Oscar?” asked Paul.

But Oscar did not look away from that ship filled with advanced technology.

However, he did speak.

“I will say the dp-XXX was shot down after engaging my unit in combat.”

He turned around and brought his gaze to the two men.

“You have not hidden any documents related to the dp-XXX, have you?”

“We have.”

“What?”

“Just kidding.”

“I am trying to be serious here.”

“I don’t want to hear that from someone trying to look cool by staring into the setting sun.”

“If you want anything out of us, you’ll have to force it out. You’re good at that, aren’t you?”

The two of them held out their chests proudly.

…''These two…

When Oscar spoke again, some weariness had entered his voice.

“If that is what you want, that is what you will get.”

“Wow. You sure give in easily. You’re probably easy to trick.”

“Silence.”

Oscar snapped his fingers.

“Take these two to a guest room. A first-class one.”

“Yes, sir.”

After a sharp reply, the soldiers restraining the two of them grabbed their arms and walked out.

Walter and Paul made no attempt to resist as they were almost dragged off of the bridge.

Oscar sighed as he watched them leave.

Paul must have heard because he stopped walking and looked over his shoulder.

“Oscar.”

“What?”

“You must have it tough.”

That was all the elderly engineer said before facing forward again. The back of his blue work outfit seemed to want to say something more as he began walking once more. The soldiers on either side of him briefly glanced back at Oscar.

“…”

But he remained silent.

…''Tough?

“Whose fault do you think that is?”

His quiet comment sounded a little exhausted.

Behind him, red filled the setting sun.