Thinning Out
One day has passed since then
"…It’s been a day, hasn’t it?"
"…Perhaps?"
"You can't judge without sunlight."
The knights were also reporting that they could not keep track of time and were going out of order.
When we were living with the elves, the knights took turns from the outside, so I kind of understood
"I think we need to make a watch…"
The clock has already been developed
However, the Empire's technology still hasn't been able to miniaturize it.
As I was thinking about this as I was fighting off the thugs, a loud buzzer sounded.
"Oh no!"
One of the thugs, still unharmed, turns on his heel and runs away.
"Hey, wait!"
"Damn it! A place to hide! A place to hide!"
One after another they turn their backs and run away
When I looked towards the main street, I saw all the people running away screaming.
They hide in every place
"What the hell are you guys doing!"
A woman with deep wrinkles called out from the building.
"Hurry up! You'll get killed!"
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I immediately contacted the knights and gathered in this building.
The scene outside the building is a massacre of spider-like machines.
"You guys just finished your transition surgery?"
Looks like they're interpreting it for their own convenience.
But it's also convenient for us
"Yeah, what is that?"
"It’s the upper layer's play."
When the number of people in the lower layer grows too large, she says, a thinning of the herd takes place.
"Can you see the numbers on that building?"
Is it the center of this space?
There is a huge rectangular building
There is a symbol written on it that is constantly changing.
Is that a number?
"There'll be eighty this week, and if there's no one on the streets, they'll come into the house."
Unvoiced voices can be heard from outside.
Machines are killing people at random, but...
"That's a lot of waste for a machine, isn't it?"
"It looks like they're enjoying the killing."
Using two legs, it deftly pressed down on its neck
The machine slowly screws off the neck.
There's a machine that grabs one's legs and rips them apart from the thighs.
There is a machine that pierces the whole body with its legs, clearly aiming for the vital points.
There's a machine that grabs one's ankle and slams it into the floor over and over again.
There's a machine that relentlessly hits one in the head with debris.
There is a machine that bends the joints in the opposite direction starting from the end of the limb.
"They're like an innocent child..."
However, what they are doing is not something that can be dismissed as innocent.
This is probably a hunt.
But hunting is not about securing food or survival.
It's just hunting for fun.
"Father, is this a prehistoric civilization?"
"…No matter how good you are, if you become arrogant and clouded, you will fall like this."
At least from the Empire's perspective, it's extremely inefficient and unpleasant.
"Do you think you can defeat them with the vouivre sword?"
"I think I can defeat them, though?"
"I think it might burn down the tower too, right?"
That's right
As we continued this conversation, it seemed that the thinning had ended.
The machine returns to the building where the numbers are written.
And you can hear the broadcast from that building.
-Today's thinning has ended-
-The next thinning is scheduled for 10 days later-
-Next time, when the cue to start thinning sounds, please gather as soon as possible to improve work efficiency-
It says that in a voice that is devoid of any emotion.
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