‘Transport one, this is command, where are you?’ A female voice came from the radio on the truck.

The voice made Edmund open his eyes. He was just trying to sleep and enjoying the ride back to the city. For him, this was a rare moment where he could rest and didn’t feel like he was wasting his time because of the guilt of the hero. This made him in a good mood and he took the opportunity to grab the radio and respond.

‘This is transport one; we are half way in, and can I ask something?’ Edmund looked out the side window.

‘Transport one; you need to return to the village and go towards the location I will give you.’ The female voice sounded more authoritative.

‘Wait, what? What about my question?’ Edmund looked at the soldiers to his side and shrugged with his shoulders.

‘What question transport one?’ Her tone was more curious.

‘Why are you saying transport one? There is only one transport; just call for Edmund; it would be nicer.’ Edmund laugh.

The other two soldiers beside him sighed and shook their heads in disbelief at what he just said for no reason at all. Sometimes they would look at one another to see if what Edmund was saying or doing was really real or not.

‘Peasant, I knew it.’ Ariadne’s voice came strong from the radio.

‘Ho, Duchess, it is a pleasure to talk to you.’ Edmund tapped the panel in front of him to get the driver's attention and signaled him to turn around.

‘Always joking and playing; I bet you were sleeping. Now turn around and go back to the village. Lieutenant Bartel needs help.’ Her angry tone was on point.

‘Well, it will take time; just ask them to wait. With these two over here driving, we have twelve soldiers; that is excellent in my book.’ He patted the soldier’s shoulder to his left.

‘No, you are going first, peasant; the monsters have prisoners; they are trying to rescue them.’ Ariadne’s voice was more concerned.

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‘Wait, I said it before to you, remember? We don’t fight with the soldiers, which is dangerous; I’m going to be hit by our own people.’ Edmund widens his eyes.

‘NO!!! Right now, you are going to run there first, right after receiving their location, and you are going to kill every single monster to rescue the villagers in captivity.’ Her tone turned serious and commanding.

Edmund forgot how it felt when Ariadne used her authority as his master. A surge passed through all his body and the first thing he did was take the knife from the soldier sitting beside him and his face turned from a playful dimener with a smile across his face to a serious and determined one.

‘Well… ok. You just killed me; I hope this made you happy.’ Edmund calmly to himself.

The radio operator on the other side started to explain what happened and where Bartel’s platoon was, and at the end, the white-haired young man looked at the two soldiers before tying up the knife he took to his side. Now with two knives, one on each side, he opened the door and looked again at the drivers.

‘Explain everything to the soldiers in the back and follow the orders; don’t try to go faster than you are comfortable with.’ Edmund jumped from the truck in movement.

The soldier in the middle was quick to see if Edmund was alright but what he saw was just him running right beside them. After an exchange of looks, the white-haired young man dashed forward and in front of them, running in a perpendicular direction on the road, and now the two drivers couldn't believe what was happening.

‘I think we can match his speed but I’m scared.’ The driver spoke.

‘Don’t do it; if you try to follow him at the same speed, we will all die. Just try your best.’ The second driver said this while opening the small window behind him.

‘What happened?’ An older-looking soldier asked.

‘Sarge, command said we need to reinforce Bartel’s platoon; they are in big trouble.’ The second driver sighed.

‘Ok, no problem.’ The older Sargeant closed the small window.

His squadmates were talking with one another and didn’t hear. He used the point of his rifle to knock on the hatched door above and a soldier opened.

‘Why didn’t you report that we changed direction, soldier?’ He looked disappointed.

‘I’m sorry,sir.’ The soldier looked to the side with a sad face, trying to hide his expression.

'Look, people, vacation is over; command gave us the order to reinforce the seventh platoon.' The old sergeant put his two hands behind his back.

‘But we just let village sarge.’ An A-Dam soldier spoke in the back.

‘The other squad arrived earlier than expected; it is supposed to be us there now. Do you want to disappoint the goddess, soldier?’ He looked at the soldier with a serious expression.

‘Of course not, Sarge.’ The soldier put his right hand close to his mouth and closed his eyes for a moment.

Everyone repeated the same gesture after seeing the soldier do it; their minds were at ease now. They all took a deep breath and in an instant, their eyes were filled with determination.

At the same time. Edmund was running at full speed, but his mind was thinking about something completely different because his body was moving by itself with a strong sense of duty. This gave him time to make a plan. Even if his body moved by itself in a way, he noticed that if he embraced the task at hand, it gave him a sensation of controlling his own body from the outside, a strange sensation that gave him more control over the slave command.

‘This is so weird; at least now I don’t have a hundred percent chance to die.’ He tried to move his hand while looking at it for a moment.

Edmund looked ahead and he already saw the forest in the distance. He was impressed with his own speed, but again, because of the command Ariadne gave him, his head was confused. He didn’t really grasp how much time had passed; he thought that maybe he was just too focused on trying to control himself to the best of his abilities.