Randolph Churchill had not eaten for the second day. The emptiness of hunger and the fear of death were as suffocating as if someone were pushed into the water. Sometimes, desperate screams suddenly appeared in his ears, followed by several gunshots.
There was a sound, and everything returned to calm, just like usual, eerily quiet.
Randolph moved his eyes away from the window and looked at this small place of more than 40 square meters. There was a sofa next to the window. Opposite the window was a messy kitchen that had not been used for a long time. He looked to the left and saw an ordinary and old kitchen.
The piano and the whole room were so simple that he was immediately familiar with it when he first arrived. Even if he was blind, he could live here freely.
Hungry, he left the window and walked slowly to the piano like a zombie. He placed his hands gently on the keys, took a deep breath, and skillfully danced his fingers in the air, playing the song of his destiny in his mind. However, he
His fingers did not press the keys, and there was silence all around, because he had to live quietly, as if he did not exist in this world.
Once upon a time, Randolph was a standard second-generation official, the son of British Prime Minister Winston Churchill, and enjoyed great success. But in the blink of an eye, he was reduced to a status like a street rat.
The German army had occupied the city of London for several days. Randolph, who had received the news in advance, was lucky enough to hide in this corner and thus escaped being captured by the German army.
Perhaps the reason why Randolph was able to escape the fate of being captured was because the powerful Duke Gott kindly let him go and did not arrest him as well like Churchill. Or maybe he is just a little person now.
, not worthy of being cared about by those at the top.
Therefore, when the British government as a whole moved to the island of Ireland, as the son of Churchill, the former Prime Minister of the British Empire, Randolph did not leave London with him, but chose to hide quietly in this bombed city.
Got up.
Now, he is probably hiding in a small warehouse that lost its original owner during the war. The door facing the only window of the warehouse has basically collapsed. And not long after Randolph entered the place, the door on the first floor was also destroyed.
Probably the German soldiers who were maintaining law and order locked the place from the outside. It was probably the Germans who were redistributing the belongings of the people in the neighborhood in order to maintain law and order.
The thick dust and the cobwebs that filled the eyes gave people a sense of ruin that no one was here. No one knew that there was a hole in the corner of the wall covered by debris next to the door, which was about the size of an egg. That was where Randolph and
The only connection to the outside world is also the source of his life. His friends used to deliver life supplies to him through this hole.
After all, he is the son of the former Prime Minister. Even in these troubled times, even if most people in London are hungry, there are always people in the classes Randolph knows who can easily get enough food.
However, on the day when the Italian army fully occupied the north bank of the Thames River in London, Randolph's friends no longer came to bring him food at the specified time.
At that time, Randolph had a premonition of his own fate and that of the whole of Britain...
Relying on the dozen cooked potatoes and seven bottles of water in military kettles, he barely survived the first two days without receiving supplies.
But in the future...
"How long have I spent here? 3 days? 4 days? Ah~ it must be at least 6 days!" Randolph only dared to think silently in his heart, as if he was born mute. After all, he knew that outside
They are all German troops, and even the entire island of Great Britain is filled with Allied troops.
After twisting his lips and giving a wry smile, he walked to a chair and lay down, squinting his eyes and relaxing his body, letting time slowly pass by.
In a daze, Randolph seemed to have come to a warm room, and he saw a face he had dreamed of: "Mansi, Mansi, I..." As he spoke, his eyes became moist instantly.
In the hallucination, the woman named Mansi gently touched his mouth with her index finger: "Shh... I know, I love you too, live well..."
As he spoke, the woman's body became more and more transparent. Randolph wanted to grab her, but he found that he couldn't touch her at all.
For a moment, Randolph was so anxious that he was sweating profusely and kept muttering: "Don't go, Mansi, don't leave me!"
In the hallucination, Mansi seemed to be completely unable to hear what Randolph said. She always kept smiling, slowly disappearing like dissipating smoke, and vanished into nothing at the last moment.
"No!" Randolph screamed in pain, fell to his knees and cried with his face covered. Suddenly, the world around him was distorting and changing rapidly. For some reason, he was on a crowded road, and the crowds were all moving quickly in one direction.
I heard something like "Run!" "Help!" "..."
Randolph had no time to think about it and was about to get up when he subconsciously looked above his head and saw a cannonball heading straight for him as if it had eyes.
"Boom!" The explosion sounded, and Randolph suddenly woke up from his trance.
He opened his eyes suddenly, and there was silence around him until Randolph subconsciously touched the corners of his eyes, which were already stained with tears.
"Mansi..." He opened his mouth a few times, but in the end no sound came out.
...
Germany, Berlin.
"Ms. Mansi Gertler, I would like to solemnly thank you for your contribution to the empire!"
In Reinhard's mansion, Reinhard was personally expressing his gratitude to Mansi: "You are one of the most outstanding among the many intelligence agents that the empire has penetrated into the UK. I must thank you on behalf of the empire.
, because the role you played in this war is at least equal to the value of an infantry division!"
"This is my greatest honor, dear head of state." Mansi still maintained her signature smile, just like the charming temperament she has shown in Britain over the years.
Mansi was born in Hungary in 1908. After Reinhardt established Hungary as a southern German province, he quickly received a notice from the secret police and went to Britain to assist German intelligence agents in Britain to carry out espionage work.
Relying on her beauty, Mansi blended into the British upper class society, and successfully fell in love with Lord Howard, the son of the British Earl of Effingham, and married him in a flash. Later, Mansi used the title of "Lord and Lady Howard" to
She became even more comfortable in the upper class society and became a famous "social butterfly" in the London aristocratic circle at that time.
Whenever Mansi used her beauty to extract important information from high-level British politicians, she would go to a hair salon called "Anthony" in the upper-class community of Doward Street, London, to do hairstyles as a cover.
Pass the information to the German intelligence agent who comes to contact you.
Then, Mansi frequently appeared at various social cocktail parties in London until she met Churchill's son, Randolph Churchill.