episode_0148

On January

“Sseu-eup… Today is the perfect day to purge someone by shooting them with a cannon. Purge…should we do it?”

Then, he went to the office, laid out a suspicious notebook with the word ‘Fuzzy Note’ printed on the cover on the desk, and with a few strokes of a fountain pen, he transferred the family register of the person he had decided to purge a few days ago from this world to the next world. .

bang! Boom! Cuquagwaang-!

He happily accepted the consequences of his actions.

“The cannon makes a loud noise. But it is a very fitting end for traitors to the revolution. I like it.”

Ordinary people, at best(?), fall into a state of panic, weighed down by guilt just by accidentally killing or injuring one person.

To his ears, the sound of cannons built to slaughter federal enemies cracking the flesh and crushing bones of innocent federal officials sounded like a heavenly song, and the miserable fate of dying without even being given time to scream was called exhilaration. This reaction was possible because it was like the goose that laid the golden eggs.

“It’s a refreshing morning. Well then, shall we start work in earnest after eating breakfast?”

The ‘work’ he was talking about was, in all likelihood, periodically swinging the blade of purge to keep people from feeling tense and doing things haphazardly.

A remote purge using supernatural power that no Soviet citizen (including those born in the Soviet Union but who left the Soviet Union) can resist!

Even in real history, this was a level that even Stalin, known as the epitome of purge, could not reach… but there was no Soviet person that the Stalin of this world could not purge.

Although it has the disadvantage of not being able to designate foreigners who have no contact with the Soviet Union as targets of purge.

Instead, it had the powerful advantage of being able to set the method and timing of purges as desired by a Soviet person just by scribbling a few times with a fountain pen, and purges by fuzzy notes could not be avoided even with magic, so Stalin used this notebook. I have been using it usefully from the moment I acquired it.

Compared to the usefulness of the fuzzy note, Encabede, known internationally as the sharpest knife ever held in the hand of the Soviet Secretary General, was nothing more than a piece of trash that could be used and thrown away at any time.

That’s because, even though Encabede is an organization with strong authority, it is impossible to hunt down all the traitors of the revolution hiding throughout the Soviet Union due to limitations in transportation and communication technology.

Even if it were possible to find a traitor to the revolution with a probability close to 100%, considering that the traitor is a sword master or archmage who would be difficult to subdue with the power of Encabede’s agents, even in such a case, it would be easy. I had no choice but to value the fuzzy note that could solve the problem higher than Encabede.

‘At least this notebook doesn’t have a function that tells you where the traitor who deserves to be purged is doing or what he plans to do in the future, so I’m using Encabede. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have done something to force the authority to handle information into one agency.’

Since ancient times, it is not uncommon for dynasties to be overturned and countries toppled by rebellions led by the person closest to the highest authority, so the advantage of staying close to the highest authority and being able to handle the information provided by loyal dogs as desired is exploited to keep the eyes of the highest authority. This was because it would be extremely difficult to prevent a rebellion if one planned a rebellion with one’s eyes closed.

There is no way that a person as greedy for power as Stalin would not know this, but with a fuzzy note, you can only purge the traitor that you somehow identified, whether by scattering people or setting up a surveillance magic circle.

As he lives in the Kremlin and is surrounded by documents every day, it does not allow him to know who is a loyal revolutionary and who is a disgusting traitor from where he sits, so the agency that is inevitably operated to make up for this problem of fuzzy notes is Enca. Bethesda.

In other words, Encabede may now be able to use the power of the secretary to tyrannize people, but if they fail to continuously prove their value or if the secretary succeeds in completely correcting the problems of the fuzzy note, they will be immediately abandoned. This means that it is nothing more than a chess piece that can lose.

Then, the news about a certain person who had arrived from Germany was enough to seriously provoke him, who had always viewed all Soviet people, including Encabede, with suspicion.

“What! Now, a girl who is only about 20 years old has been to the moon…? What on earth have the Federation’s scientists been doing all this time?”

According to his opinion, there is only one reason why the federal science and technology seems to have no longer developed at a certain level and is stagnant while a young German woman named Paula Hausser, now 20 years old, is accomplishing the feat of conquering the moon.

This was because traitors who sympathized with Trotsky, who was pushed out of the struggle for power and fled abroad, and who denied the identity of the great Soviet Union as a workers’ state, were still lurking in secret.

Although there is not a single physical evidence to support this, he firmly believed that Trotsky sympathizers who had penetrated deep into the Soviet scientific community deliberately sabotaged and slowed down scientific development and gave Germany the glory of conquering the moon.

And Encabede, who, rather than knowing about Paula Hausser’s existence in advance and reporting it to her, belatedly translated newspapers from Germany into Russian and brought them back, was equally suspicious.

‘These guys, who are supposedly an intelligence agency, couldn’t figure out in advance the existence of someone who is not just an ordinary person but has the technology to conquer the moon! Then where on earth was the authority and budget I granted them used?’

Again, there was no evidence, but he believed that Encabede had sabotaged the work or had discovered Paula’s existence in advance but omitted the report for some purpose.

And the purpose was none other than to denigrate the authority of the Secretary-General, and furthermore, to sell the future of this workers’ nation to foreigners and get away with it so that they could spend the rest of their lives comfortably in return for selling out the country.

‘As expected, I did a good job of not letting anyone know that I could use necromancy. ‘If there are so many traitors hiding everywhere that you can’t tell who is the traitor, there is nothing more dangerous than acting hastily.’

From ancient times to modern times, necromancy, which involves bringing dead people back to life and using them as meat shields, was so loathed by people that there were few people who put in the effort to learn it, and there were even fewer people who tried to inherit and develop necromancy.

Nevertheless, due to the nature of the Soviet Union, which is a very large land mass, there may be one or two necromancers who can give advice to the Secretary General… After doubting and doubting everything that exists in the Soviet Union, he has now given up on seeking advice. At this moment, he was happy that his judgment was not wrong.

‘Then, I will agree to moderate the scientific community and Encabede, who are certain to have intentionally sabotaged the work, and bring my friend Paula to the Soviet Union as soon as possible. I should either bring him in to help develop necromancy, or use him as a bridgehead to promote exchanges and cooperation with Germany.’

Immediately after hearing the news about Paula, he barely recovered from the shock of being hit in the back of the head with a hammer. The decision he made was to write a love letter…

No, the invitation was to be sent to Germany.

There is no guarantee that sending this will obediently come… But to put it bluntly, the Secretary General is a popular person only in the Soviet Union, so does a foreigner living outside the Soviet Union know about the Secretary General’s invitation?

However, Paula, a so-called ‘pro-Soviet anti-communist’, a terrible hybrid who hates the German Communist Party extremely much and is willing to cooperate with the Soviet Union, which can be said to be the leader of communism, if there is a way to do so, willingly accepted the Secretary-General’s personal letter. .. Today’s sparring was able to take place.

He stood with both feet on the floor of a secret sparring room with a high ceiling and large enough for a person to fly, which he did not even know about to his best friend Voroshilov, and said while staring at the person standing across from him.

“It wouldn’t be pleasant to come all the way to this far away place and get into a bloody fight instead of just resting comfortably… Thank you for listening to my stubbornness.”

Paula, who followed him to this space wearing a homemade Iron Man suit at his request, answered as if it was no big deal.

“Please don’t say things like that. Originally, since I was in the world… no, in Germany, I grew up hearing the great name of Comrade General Secretary who accomplished the Russian Revolution, and I have been waiting for a moment like this to come someday.”

There seemed to be no lies in what she said… Even Stalin, who had a nasty habit of being suspicious of other people’s words, tried to get to the point without getting caught up in it.

“Then… let’s get started right away…!”

It was the reason why they came to this space that no one could see, and it was a signal that the sparring had begun.