No Fatigue: 24-jikan Tatakaeru Otoko no Tenseitan - Chapter 48

A few days after obtaining the cooperation of Grandpa Ganash
I was toiling away at the daily excavation of the historical remains.

The area of each layer shrunk as we dug deeper, and I thought that at this pace, it wouldnt be long until we reached the depths of the historical remains.

And then finally, I discovered a residential area-like floor inside the historic ruins.

It probably wasnt even 10 tatami mats in size.

Weathered blankets were neatly folded and piled up on the sofa in front of the fireplace.

There were leather-bound books were lined up on the bookshelves mounted on the wall.

As for what the estate didnt have, seemly religious-related books stood out.
I collected 2, 3 volumes of noteworthy books and stored them in Melbys dimensional storage.

However, I felt a little uneasy inside this room.
It had a fantasy-like aura at first glance, but it felt somewhat unbecoming of what I know of Marquekts culture and civilisation.

Melby, what do you think?

Hmm It seems a little unusual somehow?

We never came across these kind of artefacts in the towns and villages we visited until now, right?
Master had knowledge of plumbing, but it was thought to be technology that perished a long time ago.

When looking at the fireplace and furnishings and such, I think they appear to be at a similar level to this world though.

Theres a sense of dissonance even regarding those.
Roughly speaking, they are certainly similar, but stuff like the design trend differs slightly.

Although Melby and I were both puzzled, I examine the inside of the room.

hm?

I saw what looked like the cover of a book underneath the decaying blankets on the sofa.
When I carefully moved the blankets away to have a look, it turned out to be a diary or notebook.

I slowly open the notebook(?).

Then, what appeared inside made me speechless.

Whats the matter, Ed? Why are you so silent?

They look like letters, but theyre not ancient magic symbols, nor are they part of the common language of Marquekt today.
This many wave-like letters, I wonder if you can even read them properly.?

Alphabet

Right. The notebook was written using the alphabet from my former world.

That said, it wasnt English This is probablyGerman.

The English writing seemed to be at a level I could read even with my unreliable English proficiency.

And, this is only a guess but the German and English writing probably had the same contents.

As far as I was able to decipher, it doesnt seem like theres any difference in content between the German and English.

Thus, I continued reading the English side.

If English was their native language they would have just written in English, so the one who wrote these memoirs is probably German.

In other words this means that there was a person who reincarnated in Marquekt from Germany.

I continue reading the memoirs while translating the gist of it for Melby.

As we advanced through the memoirs, both Melby and I became taciturn.

Written there was a tale full of the deceit and weaknesses of a man who continued to trifle with lives in wickedness.

It seems the author of these memoirs, Helmut Heydrich, was born in east Germany.
He was born at a time when Germany was enveloped in the deepest despairRight, it was Germany during the interwar period of Nazi domination.

Mr Heydrichs family was apparently engaged in a small factory business.
Due to the munitions provided by the Nazis, his family was well-off, and Mr Heydrich was able to advance to the engineering department at university.

Then one day, he fell in love with a girl.

He gnashed his teeth in disgrace for the first time in his life.

The next day, he witnessed her taking a stroll with a young man.

The man was a Jew.

He gloated when he saw the Gestapo take that Jewish man away.
He thought the nuisance had disappeared.

However, a short time afterward, the girl was taken away by the Gestapo.

In other words, the girl also carried the blood of a Jew.
From that point on, the girl never returned to the town again.

After losing the girl, Mr Heydrich involved himself with the activities of the Hitlerjugend.
He monitored people who seemed as though they might secretly be Jews and informed the Gestapo.

He wanted to believe that his actions hadnt been wrong.

Hence, Mr Heydrich continued his activities as Hitlers hands and feet with a bloodcurdling vigour.

And alongside his university graduation, he was assigned to be a technical officer in the Schutzstaffel.
Even in the Schutzstaffel, he stood out conspicuously and was entrusted with one of the extermination camps established in east Germany before long.

He worked earnestly even there.

As a technician, he would brainstorm about efficiently disposing of those lives that were unworthy of living until late at night every day and implement them.

They would dispose of those who would harm the health of the German nation, but when it had started to become a daily routine, Mr Heydrich reunited with that girl.

Like Mr Heydrich, the girl had already reached the age to be called an adult.
The girl-turned-woman had been loaded onto a freight train packed with people with no room to breath as though they were objects and sent to the extermination camp under his management.

The woman remembered Mr Heydrich.

In those eyes dwelled the desperate hope of someone who had found life in a fatal situation.

Mr Heydrich rebuffed her fawning eyes with indifference.

He watched without moving an eyebrow as the young Schutzstaffel members pissed in the hole her corpse was thrown in as a prank.

That night, he had a strange dream.

In that dream, something that proclaimed to be Monguenues, an evil god of the underworld, conferred an ambiguous message to Mr Heydrich.
The message gradually took shape when he woke up in the morning.

If you kill another five thousand innocent human beings, I will grant a wish of yours.

Having comprehended the message as thus, Mr Heydrich thought it was impossible.

It wasnt because he thought he couldnt kill that many people.

He firmly believed that in this world, there was a race whose birth itself was a sin.

While thousands of deaths were caused under his responsibility, he had thought that he was righteous.

However, even Mr Heydrichs life as commandant came to an end at last.
The Soviet army was approaching the extermination camp under his management.

The central government ordered him to blow up and dispose of the extermination camp.
Naturally, it was in order to destroy evidence.

Mr Heydrich thought that he had done nothing to be ashamed of whatsoever, but he also wanted to avoid being pursued in post-war court-martial.

He used the prisoners to proceed with the preparations to blow up the establishment.

It had been difficult for the few Schutzstaffel members who remained in the camp to suppress the revolt.
However, Mr Heydrich accomplished it with his indomitable fighting spirit.

Nevertheless, it was already too late.

The Soviet army, as though thinking of the Schutzstaffel members hastening the destructive blast, immediately bombarded with tanks.

The Soviet tank shells destroyed Mr Heydrichs castle.

The Schutzstaffel members subordinate to Mr Heydrich also fled, but they were soon cornered by the Soviet army and surrendered.

During that, Heydrich, who had been issuing manifestos in the office until the end, died from the tank shells that flew into the office or should have.

When he arose, Mr Heydrich found himself in an unfamiliar space.

Something with a strong presence was there.

Evil god Monguenues.

The evil god of the underworld that he thought had been a delusion brought on by a bout of imagination and thus forgot about was there.

The evil god told him.

The evil god said that the number of innocents killed under Mr Heydrichs supervision was ultimately 35, 409 people.

And, he said that it was regrettable to let such evil go to waste.

But Mr Heydrich did not understand.
He objected to the evil god, saying that he was not evil.

The evil god laughed.
Then, said it was fine.

Afterwards, he ordered.
He ordered Mr Heydrich to reincarnate into another world, Marquekt, and devote himself to evil.

He threatened to torment his soul for eternity otherwise.

Feeling agony that grated his soul, Mr Heydrich nodded unhesitatingly.

Having reincarnated in Marquekt, Mr Heydrich chose the Sonoraat Kingdom as his stage of misdeeds.

Widespread recession, unemployment; problems of the masses. Falling national prestige and military threats.
The Sonoraat in those days was very similar to Germany back when Mr Heydrich was born.

Mr Heydrich laid waste to the kingdom to his hearts content.

The inhabitants of this world who were untarnished by government propaganda fueled the conflict amusingly and killed each other or so Mr Heydrich wrote.

Incidentally, was apparently derived from the holy bird worshipped by the people in the east region next to Sonoraat.

Mr Heydrich called himself a sage who came from the east and planted the concept of dividing the discontent Sonoraat citizens into ethnicities.

Within the span of several years, the Sonoraat citizens who possessed many views about pedigree, descent, and race split into over 10 tribes, sects, and races and started thinking of ostracising one another from Sonoraat.
Mr Heydrich indirectly, sometimes very conspicuously, continued to instigate them so they would carry out ethnic cleansing against each other.

Then, a hero saw traces of the evil god in the devastated Sonoraat and appeared, but Mr Heydrich laid a trap and killed him, then dedicated the heros head to the evil god.

But while he was doing that, Mr Heydrich had been suffering from pangs of conscience.

The evil god, Monguenues, had said that Mr Heydrich was evil.

Ironically enough, the one who had exposed Mr Heydrichs justice and pointed out that he was evil had been none other than the evil god, Monguenues.

As he lived his life over after being reincarnated, Mr Heydrich bitterly reflected back on his own actions from his previous life.
In his mind, the only thing that rose to the surface was that tanned girls look of disdain.

There was no doubt that the Nazis that Mr Heydrich had joined had already perished.

Presumably, the Fhrer would have also chosen his own death and be subjected to the gallows.

Everything he believed in turned into froth and was destroyed.

What remained afterwards were the bitter memories of that day from his youth.
The failures of that day, when he flew into a jealous rage and snitched on the girl, driving her to her death.

Because he didnt want to acknowledge that miscarriage as a mistake, he joined the Nazis to deceive himself, frantically continuing to try to justify the him of that day by killing a lot of humans by himself.

He was able to clearly understand that through being reborn.

However, that girl had been killed by none other than Mr Heydrich himself.

Mr Heydrich demanded that the evil god interfere no further, using the decapitated head of the hero as compensation.

Unexpectedly, the demand was swallowed.
There was originally a promise to grant his wish if he satisfied the conditions; the evil god simply carried out that promise.

Mr Heydrich discovered one of the historical remains of the ancient magic civilisation and established it as his home.
And there, he constructed a modest workshop and while reminiscing about his fathers back from his previous life, he swung his mallet, operated the machinery, and one by one, produced various articles that would be useful in life.

Even modest things were fine.

With those thoughts, Mr Heydrich planned to bring the various goods he made to town and put them out for sale.

However, Mr Heydrich was afraid.

He was a great sinner in his former world, and even in this world he was a hero-murdering apostle of the evil god.
He didnt know when the next hero would catch wind of him and come to kill him.

In addition, by keeping the promise, the evil god Monguenues might be better than Stalin, but that guys true nature was Evil.
He might become displeased about his meagre atonement and send in assassins to kill him.

When he thought that, he couldnt even work up the motivation to take the daily necessity goods he painstakingly made out to town to sell.

Mr Heydrich despaired, but even so, dying was scary, and over ten years passed with him unable to commit suicide.

Escalating his daily goods production, combined with his own originally developed magic, he became able to even make the components for railroad tracks and passenger cars.
However, as expected, he didnt possess the courage to show it to the public.

At the same time, Mr Heydrich also dabbled in the chemosynthesis of poisons.
He tried to make the gas once used in the gas chambers in the extermination camp, Zyklon B Hydrocyanic gas.

Mr Heydrich left these words in such a mental state:

Just about everything were half measures.

It was probably for this reason that I yearned to be the hero depicted by the Nazi Germanic peoples and was enthralled.

I never once wanted to be evil.

As I was weak, evil was born in me just by living.
Further evil was brought forth by me trying to escape that evil.

I hated anything and everything about my second life.
Just me being alive itself was detestable.

Even so, I couldnt leave things this way.
The fact that I couldnt leave was seen through by the evil god, and while under threat, I gave birth to hell in this world.

Aah, why is hell always produced before me.

Muttering that like it was someone elses problem, not accepting it objectively as it being impossible for anyone but me to have caused the hell, I desperately search for Evil.
The Nazis were at fault. The evil god was at fault. As I say that, I am able to forget my own wickedness.

Thinking back upon it, I had been living with my eyes turned away from my own evil all along.
As a result, a majority of the lives that ran through hell could feel exhilaration as though they were in a dream or the middle of a movie.

That being the case, I wondered if, conversely, the spineless me could face the Evil overflowing in my body and settle things if it were in the middle of a dream or a movie-like production.

I made a dramatic stage as though it was for the last scene of a movie, and in a comical manner, I killed myself using automated devices.

Just like Right. It was similar to the prisoners of the camp whom I killed in the same manner as an assembly-line system.
Or like that girl I possessed feelings of young love for.

As a clincher, I guess a very tiny bit of courage did well up when I hummed the war song of the SS

Then, finally, came the day of his last moments.
When Mr Heydrich finished concluding his memoirs, he shut himself in the stone hut constructed in this underground space, and with the machinery he personally put together, he took a shower with hydrocyanic gas.

The man who kept running from his sins and death died in the bottom of a cellar in another world.

Even these historic remains where Mr Heydrich made his home blew up along with the gas spraying, and the majority of it became buried underground.

Both Melby and I were speechless.

Mr Heydrich had been a pitiful man who continued to be led around by a great evil.

But on the other hand, Mr Heydrich himself gave rise to calamity and was only fitting to be called a great evil.

In both places, the worst, evil deeds that couldnt avoid capital punishment if brought to court, accumulated repeatedly.

Everything was due to Mr Heydrich being weak and cowardly such things were simple, but, well, I myself probably couldnt claim to have no relation to such cowardice and weakness.

Mr Heydrichs weakness was a weakness also had, like we were all in the same boat.

No that wasnt it.

Trying to escape from the guilt of betraying the girl he liked to the Gestapo, he accumulated sin after sin.
The Nazis and the evil god took advantage of that gap in his heart.

As I read the memoirs, I could understand both his distress and egotism but besides being able to understand, what I should achieve was not empathising with him and being drawn in, but it possibly to brush it aside saying, Im different, even if that might be called heartless.
Since the era I was born in was different, I might ought to judge him as a hindsight and protect my own standpoint instead of sympathising with him, who should have been just a lower middle class citizen.

Putting that aside, the reason artefacts that didnt match the civilisation level of this world were in these historic remains was clear, thanks to this.

Moreover, as a result of the search, I discovered a few batteries and what appeared to be gun components.

Beside the guns were about a hundred bullets.
I dont intend to try using these bullets that have been neglected for over half a century, but I collect them as production samples for later.

There was also gunpowder that hadnt been turned into cartridges but it had been exposed to moisture and was now useless, so I decided to leave it here.
If I took everything, the field supervisor might suspect something.

The interior room also had what appeared to be large machinery.

It looks like a gargantuan iron bobbin though, so I think its likely to be a rolling mill for making rails

At any rate, I finished collecting anything that would be dangerous if passed over to .
All I have to do now is to give this place up to the field supervisor.

The fact that the man who continues to be a weak evil across the world is sleeping further underground, I should completely forget about it and let it remain like this with no one knowing.

I wonder why Mr Heydrich left behind memoirs.
In addition, I wonder why he even purposely included an English translation.

Its likely so that someone might understand and pardon his sins even a little, but
I dont have any reason to cooperate with that plan of Mr Heydrichs.