Elegance Meets Warfare

He was amazed by how spacious the hall was, and he realized how big the building was. He estimated that the hall could fit hundreds of people at once, and still have some space left. He wondered how many soldiers were stationed in this base, and how often they gathered here.

Moriarty noticed a stage on the far side, and he thought, 'I guess they use this place for parties too, after all, it's a very convenient place.' The stage was made of wood and had a red curtain behind it. He imagined that there must be some performances or speeches held here from time to time, maybe even some awards ceremonies or celebrations. He thought that it would be fun to watch, especially if they involved music or dancing.

'So many tables…' He was impressed by the arrangement of the tables, which looked elegant like a noble dining area for visitors. He wondered if this was really a military facility, but the flux of people in uniform told him otherwise. He was amused by the contrast.

The tables were covered with white tablecloths and had silverware and plates on them. There were also some flowers and candles on each table, adding some color and romance to the atmosphere. He thought that the base had been thoughtful and classy to provide such a nice setting for their soldiers. He wondered what kind of food they served here, and if it was delicious or not. He hoped that he would get to taste some of it soon.

Moriarty wondered if he should eat first, before anything else. But something caught his attention. He felt a pang of hunger in his stomach, but he decided to ignore it for now.

Near the wide entrance of the building, just opposite the serving counter, he saw a wide white board plastered with different posters. He guessed that it was some sort of information that a soldier should know, similar to the Adventurer Guild on the far edge of Seiren Kingdom. He guessed that the posters had various topics and contents, such as announcements, schedules, rules, tips, warnings, requests, etc. They were probably updated regularly by the staff or the officers, and they were meant to inform and guide the soldiers.

The soldiers took a casual look at it, some read with pure attention. They seemed to be used to seeing these posters every day, and they knew which ones were important or relevant to them. Some of them also wrote or drew something on the board, using pens or markers that were provided in the marker tray. They were probably expressing their opinions or feelings, or just having some fun.

He skimmed the board from right to left, and his face turned grimmer and grimmer. He saw all kinds of silly and vulgar things that the soldiers had put on the board, showing their boredom and mischief. He was in disbelief on how such a great powerful kingdom had soldiers full of idiots.

'Well, it seems like no matter where the place was, they will exist. As if they don't die and keep multiplying'

He saw drawings of girls that ranged from cute to seductive, complaints about a certain lieutenant and commander, and a list of curses on missing uniforms, socks, underwear that got swapped, pranks that went overboard, and tip reports that were anonymously placed. He was dumbfounded and amazed by these things, and he wondered how the officers tolerated them. He thought that they should have been punished or reprimanded for their actions.

He wondered how these soldiers could waste their time and energy on such trivial and childish matters. He also wondered how the higher-ups could tolerate such behavior and not punish them severely.

'They are so lax, no wonder I blend easily.'

He also saw a photo of different kinds of rocks that made him wonder, "Why? Just why?" He stared at the photo for a few seconds, trying to figure out what was the point of it. He saw some rocks that looked like animals, faces, food, and nothing at all. He shook his head in disbelief and confusion. He thought that it was a stupid and pointless photo, and that it had no value or meaning.

However, he stopped when he reached the center. There was no borderline between the center and the left side, but there was a clear indication that the soldiers avoided pasting anything on the center part, forming a line if seen from afar. He guessed that the center part was reserved for something more important and serious, and that the soldiers respected it enough to not mess with it.

The center part had papers, images, graphs, and labels. They were neatly placed, aligned and well organized. Very different from the mess on the left. The papers had some text and numbers on them, showing some data and analysis. The images had some maps and diagrams on them, showing some locations and plans. The graphs had some lines and bars on them, showing some trends and comparisons.

He muttered "No way…" in a low voice, but no one heard him as no one was even reading the center part. What he saw made him anxious and cold with sweat. He couldn't believe his eyes.

A picture of him drawn by hands, with detailed documents below it.

Name, Moriarty 'O Ferno, age 19, still single, his birthdate, height, weight, the color of eyes and hair which was black, his religion which was none, his nationality as Seirenian, his social status that was labeled as State Slave, a virgin, threat level which was below minimum value, and more that one wouldn't want to know. He saw all these personal information about him displayed on the board for everyone to see. He felt his privacy and dignity violated by this exposure. He felt his identity and secrets revealed by this disclosure.

And in the next pages, there was his skill set and 5 years work history, which was quite thick given his broad basic skill in different jobs and travel locations he worked at. He saw all his abilities and experiences listed on the board for everyone to see.