Chapter 171:
Butcher Demon
We shower together.
âI wonder if I have to be an alien to satisfy Jebotanâ¦â¦.â
Natsuki said with a dejected expression.
âNo, a-ctually, there wa-s. There wa-s a human wom-an, who made me sa-tisfy.â
âIs that person Abigail?â
âCorrectâ
âI knew it. Is she your girlfriend?â
Natsuki asked pointedly, looking up at me.
âShe isâ¦.â
When asked about what kind of relationship do we have, Iâm a bit perplexed.
So I decided to borrow a phrase Abigail had said to me.
âPa-rtnerâ
While Natsuki wiped me in the changing room, she looked at me through the mirror.
âSo, how are you going to contact this person?â
âHmmm â¦â¦â
Iâve thought about it a lot since then, but I couldnât come up with anything. The situation of not being able to go outside had become a tight restriction. Regular means of communication, such as phone calls and e-mails, would be impossible. She was being monitored 100%. Thereâs only so much information I can get on the Internet, besides I donât know anyone else.
In the end, there was no progress at all, and I was somewhat impatient.
I guess Iâll have to go with the strategy of having Natsuki go out. I should get ready to move out of this room soon. We canât stay in the middle of enemy territory for too long.
âDidnât she tell you how to contact her or anything?â
How to contactâ¦â¦â¦â¦.
âHa?
Ah.
âA-h! Tha-tâs right!â
I searched my apron pocket and pulled out a small piece of paper. It was the one Ferris had copied for me.
It said, âKey: ï¼§ï½ ï½ï½ï½ï½ï½ï½ï¼ï¼¬ï¼·ï¼¡ï¼ï¼®ï¼³ï¼¯ï¼¸ï¼¤ï¼¤ï¼ï¼ï¼ï¼ï¼¦ï¼´)â. This is a copy of the contact information from Abigailâs letter.
So many things have happened at such a rapid pace since I entered the Fort that I had completely forgotten the most important thing. Typical Butcher mind.
But I donât know how to use this â¦â¦.
âThis is it, Na-tsuki, do you know wha-t this is?â
I handed the paper to Natsuki.
âumâ¦â¦.What is this?â
But she, too, just looked at it and cocked her head.
I returned to the living room.
Yakumoâs notebook is spread out on the table. It is a picture of a hamburger steak. Your order has been received. Leave it to me.
When I looked at him, I saw that he was sitting on the sofa and surfing the Internet.
âIsnât he doing too much surfing?
Slightly concerned, I peeked in. As usual, Yakumo was making predictions on the message board. He is unbeatable on the online message boards, so in a way, he is outstandingly net-literate.
And thatâs just unhealthy. I was at Fox, and as far as Iâm concerned, Iâm not a very good person to talk about it. But you should go outside when you are young, get some sunshine, and watch insects and plants more. The amount of information you can get from observing the nature is far greater than what you can get from the Internet. If you only surf the Internet, your brain will not develop.
As I looked at the top of his head, feeling like a guardian and thinking about his future, Yakumo suddenly stopped moving.
His hands have stopped tapping on his keyboard.
Curious, I look into Yakumoâs face.
His gaze was fixed on one point on the screen. It was an unusual reaction.
He seems to be looking at one specific post.
However, when I followed his gaze, for me Itâs just one of those posts that I often see.
While Yakumo and I were staring at the screen, Natsuki came back into the living room, wiping her hair. She was staring at the piece of paper I had given her.
âUmmâ¦..what is itâ¦.what is it callâ¦.Iâve seen it somewhereâ¦..Itâs just stuck in my throatâ¦..unâ¦..â
Natsuki moves her head up-and-down with her finger on chin.
âDo you ha-ve a-ny idea?â
âUmmm â¦â¦â¦â¦ hmm?, whatâs wrong with Yakumo?â
Natsukiâs interest was also drawn to the computer.
Then, with a snap, Yakumo pointed at the screen.
there is the post in question.
ââ
651 Bacchus Woman âuw/B9gEqz. [sage] ID:A0OxyQgEhL
Shut upã¼www
All you virgins can go fuck yourselves and go to bed.
ââ
What is this about?
Then Natsuki.
âItâs a Kotehan[1]with a trip[2]. Thatâs pretty cringe.â
Said.
âTrip?â
As I raised my voice in question, Yakumo tapped on the keyboard.
ââ
910 Anonymous bee-san âuw/B9gEqz. [sage] ID:u7QlrGJFsu
dickland.
ââ
Yakumo wrote.
âYakumo, is this trip bothering you? â¦â¦ nmmm? Trip â¦â¦?â
Natsuki frowns and groans.
Hmmm, mmm â¦â¦.
Her eyebrows were about to come together but then, Natsukiâs eyes widened.
ââââ-suwa!!!ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
â!?â
She screamed out loud with a fierce look on her face. I was a little startled and my shoulders jolted.
Natsuki took out the piece of paper and stuck it on the screen. I could not help but raise my red eyeballs at the sight of her change.
This time, Natsuki was typing on the keyboard.
ââ
911 Anonymous bee-san âuw/B9gEqz. [sage] ID:u7QlrGJFsu
Wow! Wow!
ââ
â⦠Yeah. No doubt!â
Natsuki looked up and saw me, her face glowing with excitement.
âThis paper thing is a trip key, the contact method she gave you is to use this message board, Jebotan!â
âWha-t is trip keyâ
This board has an identity theft prevention system, You see if I type then the same letters came up as the trip of this Bacchus Woman or whatever her name is.â
âHaâ
Sorry for the short response. But I donât know much about that kind of thing. Sorry for being a digital noob.
âLook at the shortened address. ï¼ï¼¬ï¼·ï¼¡ï¼ï¼®ï¼³ï¼¯ï¼¸ï¼¤ï¼¤ï¼ï¼ï¼ï¼ï¼¦ï¼´ï¼F-Channel has a regional board for each fort, and here is on the ãï¼ï¼ï¼ï¼¦ï¼´ãâ
Then she made a face, groaned âAh â¦â¦â sounding impressed.
âAbigail knows that this trip will come out as , so if Jebotan writes with the same key, She will immediately know that itâs you.â
âHmmm â¦â¦?â I reply awkwardly.
âNo one else could use the same trip. Abigail can tell that this post is definitely Jebotan.â
âI ca-nât see it?â
âYes, it cannot. Ordinary people canât get the original string from the trip. But Yakumo is a bit different, He found out it was Gevaudan, and since itâs the same name as Jebotanâs, he was curious and let us know.â
âWow, tha-tâs a-ma-zing, Ya-kumo.â
I patted Yakumoâs head, even though I didnât understand what was going on.
âThere are plenty of ways to disguise the identity of the sender of a message on a board, So, hiding in this sea of posts, the two of you can communicate with each other in secret, anonymously. And at a quick glance, it looks like a series of monologues by someone else!â
âMm-hmm.â
I donât understand, but I nod my head and make them see that Iâm excited about it.
âAbigail has been waiting for Jebotan to write in this thread for a long time!â
âThatâs it!â
Just get on board for now *zwhink!* I pointed a finger at Natsuki.
Then she dropped her shoulders apologetically.
âShe must be very confused if this is the post sheâve been waiting for â¦â¦â
In front of Natsuki, there is Yakumoâs post, âdickland.â It is indeed a bit â¦â¦.
ââSpeaking of embarrassment, I am also quite embarrassed.
Because if I go back to look at the posts of this âBacchus Woman,â she seems to be very silly, and her posts are full of gibberish.
ââ
130 Bacchus Woman âuw/B9gEqz. [sage] ID:A0OxyQgEhL
Canât sleep.
211 Bacchus Woman âuw/B9gEqz. [sage] ID:A0OxyQgEhL
someone bring me more wine! Iâm gonna have a midnight drink in the snow!
392 Bacchus Woman âuw/B9gEqz. [sage] ID:A0OxyQgEhL
Wake up. Drink.
ââ
Alcoholic.
This is not Abigail I know.
Youâre kidding rightâ¦â¦What happened to her since she got back to Fort â¦â¦.
I mean, is this really Abigail? I have zero intelligence and I donât want to believe any of thisâ¦â¦.
âHmmm.â
â but.
On closer inspection, there is no sign of direct use of lewd words.
Maybe, just maybe, she is playing a character. Pretending to be a crazy person who is always drinking. Maybe it really is her.
â I see. but is she need to go that far?
I was imagining something like a P.O. Box. I had never used a message board before, so I had no idea what it is.
âYes.
Yeah. This is it.
Gradually, I began to feel that Natsuki was right.
We did it! Now we can talk to each other!
âJebotan? Whatâs wrong?â
I was the one who gulped with excitement.
ââThis. This is proba-bly right, Natsuki!â
âOh, really!? You did it, Jebotan!â
âNice! Thank you! Genius!â
I picked Natsuki up and gave her a gratuitous face lick.
Natsuki was smiling happily at my unusual display of excitement.
âHa ha ha, that tickles!â
And while I was at it, I picked up Yakumo, lick the siblings in both hands.
Before I knew it, Diamond, who had climbed on top of my head, was doing squats dance with delight.
âRight before New Yearâs Eve. I was just in time.
âDid we help?â
âI love you, Na-tsuki. I love you, Ya-kumo.â
âHehehe â¦â¦ great job, Yakumo.â
Natsuki stroked Yakumoâs silky hair.
Butâ-
What should I write on the board?