Reincarnated Into A Dead Woman's Body In Another World-Chapter 136: Arc 3, - 46: Secret Mission

"I just realized, did you cover up your tracks in his office? We might be in more trouble than we think," Jotou knitted her brows to Fumeko sitting next to her.

"Yeah, I didn’t leave a trace... Other than there’s some stuff missing which means I just left a negative trace," Fumeko looked out the window.

"Oh hell..." the blonde palmed her own face.

"It’s okay Jotou! We invisibly snuck our way out, we can sneak our way back in too!" Asobi cheered, sitting across.

"It’s fine, even if he finds missing documents, we wouldn’t exactly be prime suspects," Hotaru reassured.

"Unless of course-"

"SHUT IT YOU ELF!" Fumeko pounced from one side of the carriage to strangle Asobi.

"Meko!" Jotou and Hotaru shouted and tried to pull her off.

Asobi gargled like a dying frog, "All a part of the adventuring business, the fans and spies are relentless," the elf panted as the hands were taken away from her neck.

"Apologize, right now!" Hotaru’s ears spiked.

Fumeko grumbled back into her seat, crossing her arms, "I’ve had enough of this spy crap."

Jotou gave a sigh, "Come on Meko."

"Ugh, fine, sorry," Fumeko pouted to Asobi.

"She’s such a sweet girl," Asobi held her own neck, "I forgive you!"

Jotou rolled her eyes. "Hey, could you all please keep it down in there?" the little door of the carriage opened—Aviv poking in.

"We’re paying you for this!" Fumeko shouted back.

"It’s not about the pay, the horses are getting agitated. They were already ticked off yesterday. Besides, this is some sketchy route you’ve asked for, the footing isn’t flat."

The constant rattling of the carriage wheels could attest to that. Savannah grass of yellowish-green and loose trees they’d pass. Perhaps an animal or two in the distance would watch as a purplish carriage and horses clattered by.

"Sorry, we’ll keep it down," Hotaru relayed.

"Make sure to let us know when you see taller grass, we need to stop and do the invisibility thing again," Jotou restated.

"Yes miss, I still remember your instructions," Aviv shut the little door.

"Hm; the horses were agitated, the grass grows weirdly. Maybe every living thing’s experiencing a sort of ’headache’ in one way or another.

No wonder Trailon wouldn’t just test it on their troops alone. They need a reason to reset and want to minimize negative consequences if any.

This is a field test for a device they’re hoping to use on a larger scale or in more serious battles. So, they put up a front of a rogue battalion.

Because if they pushed and appeared this far, then Cravolta would retaliate bigger and better. Call it rogue—has no association—Cravolta would just send out a little clean-up crew like Hartamat’s Defence Force, not realizing there’s an ulterior motive.

Will Trailon ever stop? Aren’t they already guilty of a war crime?" Jotou thought out loud, theorizing with a mind with more than twelve hours of rest, "What even is their punishment? How would they even sentence them?"

Hotaru could already sense the question in her direction, "I’m not sure about any trials; no news outlet’s brave enough to estimate a trial date nor location.

Though, I think when something like that happens, a country loses all support from its allies. If the country continues to attack, then it’s prior allies must all attack and end their inclusion in the war.

I’m not one hundred percent on all of it. My studies were very broad and I tended to pick and choose my clients and interests. So, global politics and what sentences war crimes may carry, I’d need to refresh," Hotaru shrugged.

"Why don’t all the good countries get together and—DESTROY!—all the bad countries and stop the war?" Asobi queried.

"Resources," Jotou answered.

"That; and the fact that it’s not that straightforward. Minimizing casualties is important, not to mention managing current resources.

The fallout after such a devastating offence, political plays, greed, backhanded deals—there’re many reasons, it’s not all good or bad. As far as I’m concerned, Cravolta’s handling the war well enough."

"Also everyone would be dead and they’d just fear and plot against the next stronger thing. It’s like Jotou’s paranoia, but country-level," Fumeko added to Hotaru’s answer.

"Ooo... That’s an insult," Asobi uttered from behind her wand.

Jotou glared left, "I have my flaws, but at least it’s something I can rethink. The only reason you can sneak so easily is cause you’re too short for anyone to notice; how’re you gonna change that?"

Fumeko groaned left, "We can’t all be lampposts."

"Pft, I’m shorter than I used to be; not by a lot, but I didn’t need a step stool for our kitchen counter."

"That house was old! The counter was unusually high! Even you admitted that!"

"I could still reach it, even Asobi could."

A low growl emitted from the brunette. "That’s enough you two," Hotaru’s ears folded as she grinned.

"I think Jotou’s the winner!"

"When was this a competition!?" Fumeko leered.

"EEK! Please don’t strangle me again!"

The carriage wheels slowed as did the horses’ steps; the little door slid open, "I see a tall border of grass," Aviv relayed.

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Hours had passed into the afternoon, footsteps patted across the short grass, but no feet ever seemed to touch them. Far behind this random bending of grass was a carriage halted behind a nearby tree.

"Careful! You almost stepped on my foot!" Fumeko’s voice rang.

"You keep brushing against my tail, move right, yeesh."

"Asobi’s the one who said to stick close," Fumeko stated.

"Well, we can spread a little wider, but I need to concentrate more," Asobi held her wand up like an umbrella—within an illusory dome were the four of them walking towards the taller grass.

"It’s fine, nobody should be here anyway, correct?" Jotou threw a glance downwards.

"Should be. You’re the one being paranoid and wanted to go invisible," the brunette answered.

"It’s called being safe Meko. Who knows, that schedule might be outdated," Hotaru brought her tail up to hold whilst walking.

"Especially since the outside isn’t affected by the time loops; working theory, but still better to be safe. Then again, the sky seems to be different every time," Jotou peered up.

Hotaru spiralled her bluish sleeves around her arms, following Jotou’s gaze up. "You mean, it’s not being affected by the change of time?"

"It rained one time and I haven’t been paying attention to the phases of the moon; I should this time. But if whatever device this is, has a radius noticeable by the grass;"

"Chances are the device can only reach so far up. If it resets at night and you wake up during the day, the time adds up so nobody starts questioning the hell is going," Fumeko watched as only a couple of fluffy clouds passed by.

"Which only means the entire world, outside of Hartamat," Hotaru glanced back down, looking into the wilderness.

"Is still going as if nothing happened... Which only puts more questions of how this device works and what its consequences are. We need to stop it as soon as possible," Jotou exhaled as they all walked towards it.