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Chapter 273 That Man!

"While they were eating, Jesus said to them, 'Truly I tell you, one of you will betray me.'"

Matthew 26:21
As evening fell, the sky turned a dusky yellow.

Dark clouds gathered in the western sky, as black as ink and as smoky as smoke.

The wind comes from the Danube and blows through the deserted buildings and alleys of Germania.

At that time, the head of state emerged from the quiet room and entered the secret chamber he had prepared.

There was a long table with very few furnishings.

There were twelve silver cups, a plate of bread, and a wine pot.

The flames were faint, flickering as if weeping.

He was seated on either side by twelve men, all of whom were generals and advisors he had selected.

Some call him Göring, who has a fat face and a smiling face.

The man named Himmler had his eyebrows and eyes lowered.

There were also Bouman, Keitel, Ribbentrop, Speer, and the leaders of the Gestapo.

They were all dressed in neat armor and sat in their respective positions.

The head of state sat at the head of the table, wearing a long robe, and remained silent for a long time.

Around four in the morning, he raised his hand to break the bread and handed it to everyone.

Then, wine was served in silver cups and passed from left to right.

While they were eating, the Führer said:
“Truly I tell you, one of you will betray me.”

Upon hearing this, everyone became very worried and asked him one by one, "Is it me?"

He said, “The one who dips his hand into the dish with me is the one who will sell me.”

He also said, “The Son of Man will indeed go, as it is written about him.”

"But woe to the man who sells the son of man! It would have been better if he had not been born."

Of the twelve, one named Yodas lowered his head and remained silent.

His right hand was still holding the wine cup, while his left palm was covered in cold sweat.

The head of state stared at his face without uttering a word.

Suddenly a gust of wind entered the room, the lamplight flickered, and candle wax dripped to the ground like blood, making everyone feel a chill.

At that moment, Göring stood up and said with a smile, "What do you mean by that?"

"We are all servants of the empire; how could we betray our master?"

The head of state looked at him and said:

"Though your hands are fat, your heart is empty; you eat too much meat but do not remember the wounds of the Germanic people."

"What you are accumulating for yourself is copper and iron, not the peace and security of the nation."

Göring's expression suddenly changed, and he remained silent.

Himmler then whispered:

"Does the Lord mean foreign spies?"

"There are recent rumors that blood was spilled at a banquet and the spirits of the victims have not yet dispersed."

The head of state then rose, looked around at the crowd, and said:
“Among you there are schemers, fearfuls, greedy people, and wicked people.”

“You call yourselves willing to die for the empire, but in your hearts you crave power and titles.”

“I tell you, disaster is coming, and it will not come from the East or from foreign lands.”

"It came from your table."

“One person will bring about the fire that burns the city.”

“A man was about to lure a snake into the house.”

"There is one person who will cause Germany to shatter from this moment on."

"This person is already chosen for tonight."

The crowd was terrified and looked at each other, not knowing who they were referring to.

At this point, the head of state said again:

“If you have ears, listen; if you have hands, do not touch falsehood.”

He turned to Bowman and said:
"You are full of schemes, your words are sweet as honey, but your heart is as venomous as a snake. Would you be willing to die for me?"

Boman replied, "Yes."

He then turned to Ribbentrop and said:
"You have undertaken diplomatic missions across thousands of miles, but if enemy troops arrive tomorrow, will you be willing to be imprisoned with me?"

Ribbentrop replied, "I will live and die with the Lord."

The head of state nodded, but remained silent.

Finally, he looked at Yodas, who had remained silent throughout.

He said, "You have not spoken, but your mind is made up."

"Go out now, and do what you need to do."

Upon hearing this, Yodas turned deathly pale, ashen as mud.

He slowly rose, without finishing his wine or his bread.

The wind slipped through the crack in the door, and its shadow, like a ghost, left its seat.

Everyone else was astonished.

Himmler was about to give chase when the Führer raised his hand to signal, "No need." "He doesn't belong to me."

"He belongs to darkness."

He also said, “After this night, three of you will falsely accuse one another.”

"One person will throw himself into the well and die, and another will burn the letter and flee."

“You will see a great fire rise up, like a serpent burning a city, coiling around the sky.”

"You will hear the cry of the iron bird, not a triumphant song, but destruction."

“You will stand on the ruins, not knowing who is friend and who is foe.”

"But you must remember, this is just the beginning."

He paused, his gaze sharp as a knife:

"For I will not drink this cup with you again until the Empire returns."

Everyone was terrified and no one dared to speak.

In the distance, thunder rumbled, like the wrath of a god in the heavens.

The head of state gathered his clothes and stood up, then walked to the doorway.

He didn't turn back, leaving only one sentence:

"The seats you sit at tonight will be recorded in history."

“It is called the Seat of Rebellion.”

He then left, and the others looked at each other in bewilderment, no one touching their chopsticks.
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Himmler suddenly opened his eyes, feeling as if something heavy was pressing down on his chest, making him feel suffocated.

Darkness lingered on the ceiling.

The eagle emblem sculpture in the corner stood silently.

His forehead was covered in sweat, his pajamas were soaked and icy cold against his skin.

The dream still lingers in my mind.

That long table, those whispers, the wine dripping onto the wooden tableware, that unspeakable name.

Himmler sat down again, placing his hands on his knees.

He closed his eyes, forcing himself to recall the logic of the dream, only to find that the images seemed to dissipate like mercury with each breath.

only
I was singled out, but I didn't know why.

Himmler reached for the notebook on the bedside table, but hesitated to write anything.

After a long while, he finally wrote down those few letters.

"Judas"

It's not "Verrter", it's not "Informant", it's "Judas".

He is not religious.

Or rather, he never truly believed in any "foreign religion".

But now, the name of this Jew has climbed into my mind like a vine.

who is it?

Who would betray us?
—Who were the attackers at the banquet?
Who provides them with weapons and intelligence?
Why choose a Japanese person?

Himmler's breath hitched, and his thoughts gradually cleared.

Those Japanese.

His skin was sallow, his frame was deformed and narrow, he knelt before the Emperor, ate raw meat, and revered the dead.

They are not Aryans.

They never were, and they never will be.

But the empire was actually preparing to hand over "that kind of power" to them.

That was a trial given to Germany by God, the key to the end times.

It is a weapon that only we, those chosen by fate, can wield.

And now.
Now they're going to hand it over to the monkeys.

Those traitors and shameless bureaucrats in the National Defense Forces handed it over to Tokyo Bay for petty gains.

“This is a subversion of order,” Himmler murmured. “It will destroy everything.”

He felt a fear he had never experienced before.

It's not an external enemy, but an internal rot.

However, he could not voice his opposition, much less directly stop it.

Otherwise, it would be to question the leader's judgment, to overstep one's bounds, and to betray him.

Himmler suddenly realized that the statement, "One of you will betray me," was not entirely a dream-like rambling.

That was a warning.

It is an inspiration.

Someone is going to die.

Someone will have to pay the price.

It's in the midst of a new cleaning.

　The whole thing, after all, is about mysterious chicken farmers.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)