Summoned to a Fantasy World With a Modern Military System-Chapter 68: In the Palm of His Hands

He lunged forward and grabbed her hand just as her fingers were about to touch the cloth. He then pulled her back hard.

Luna was completely startled by his sudden move. She was thrown off balance, stumbling backward with a small and stifled cry.

"Allen! What are you doing?" she whispered, her voice startled and confused.

He didn't answer and neither did he let go of her arm. He kept pulling her and dragging her backward away from the tent. He needed to get away from it.

Now.

He hauled her twenty or maybe thirty feet back into the deep shadow of a nearby supply wagon before he softened his grip on her wrist.

Luna finally yanked her arm free. Despite her usual calm nature she seemed a little annoyed by his behaviour.

"What are you doing?!" she hissed. "Are you crazy? They'll hear us!"

Instead of replying to her directly he turned toward her and grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to look at him. His eyes were intense even in the darkness of the helmet.

"Think, Luna," he whispered with his voice sharp. "Just stop and think about the whole situation. Doesn't it feel wrong to you?"

"What are you talking about?" she said with her voice full of confusion. "We have found the tent it's right there."

"Yes, exactly! That's exactly what's so wrong about this whole thing," he said.

A confused look flashed on Luna's face. She didn't really get what Allen was trying to say but she had had enough time to calm down and actually listen to him rather than being annoyed.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Don't you find it strange? Why would a man who was smart and cautious enough to send dark patrols at night even though the chances of us attacking were practically zero, leave out his own tent in open like this?

"Don't you think all this is a little too obvious? Too easy? That tent is painted tent and very clearly stands out from the rest. If he was working under the assumption that we are gonna attack tonight then there's no way he wouldn't have taken into consideration an assassination attempt?

"And if I was in his place there's no way I would be staying in a tent as attention catching as that one. Unless of course I wanted to use it as a trap," he explained, his words clear and carrying a sense of urgency in them.

This is bad. Carrying out an assassination was my plan to begin with, I should have been more careful.

This is really fucking bad. He knew exactly what I was gonna do. Allen said to himself internally, with his mind raging to figure out what to do from now on.

Okay wait, calm down. Breathe. Things aren't too bad. We haven't activated the trap yet and figured it out in time. Not everything has ended yet.

He let out a breath, calming himself down.

"You're right, I…I can't believe I missed that," Luna said. "This is a major failure. We've been playing right into his hands."

"Wait, if that camp is supposed to be a trap doesn't that mean he's already anticipating us? Meaning he could be watching us right now?" Luna questioned, and her question was a reasonable one.

"Yeah you're right. There's a chance we're already under surveillance, although I wouldn't say that he is watching us like now," Allen replied, his hands holding his chin.

"If he was already onto us then we would've been attacked when I was trying to drag you away from the tent. That was a position in which both of us had our guard down," he explained.

"If I had to make a guess I would say that he is waiting for the trap to be activated before showing himself. After all, being out in the open even if that's for watching us could get him in danger.

"It wouldn't be wise for him to come out unless he's certain that we are here."

"True," Luna responded. "Then we still have some time."

"Yeah," Allen said. "We have to come up with something to turn the situation in our favour and have to do that quickly. Else we are pretty much in trouble."

He tried to lean against the tent beside them, thinking it was a wall and ended up falling miserably as the fabric wall quickly gave away causing him to stumble to the ground.

What the fuck am I doing?

"Are you fine?" Luna gave him a hand, but he gestured to her that he's fine and just gave up on standing entirely and just lay there.

Looking up at the sky he saw the stars. The stars that were different.

He let out a sigh.

I've messed up. There's only so far you can go with second hand knowledge about things. I should have let Lishia handle the planning part since she's an actual commander.

This guy had me completely figured out.

His thoughts ran rampant.

I wonder why Lishia not stopped me? My plan must have looked like complete naivety to her. Or did all the story about me from being a different nation made her expectations of me higher?

She must've thought I had some way of outsmarting Randolf.

Well, sucks to be her because I don't have a fucking clue.

He stared at the sky above him. At the very least, it was much clearer than the one back home due to the lack of air pollution.

That was one good thing about it that was different.

Come to think of it, that whole island was floating there wasn't it? Not gonna lie it looked pretty cool. If only those fucking highlanders weren't there I would love to explore those.

His thought took a sudden stop. He seemed to have found something in his memories of everything that had happened.

Things might not be as bad as he had expected, after all.

"Luna, as a Gifted One, are you able to detect my presence right now?" he asked, looking at Luna while still laying down on the ground.

Luna looked at him with a little concern on her face. She was wondering if all the pressure had been too much for him.

"Huh? Well, that's rather out of the blue. But yeah I can detect your…" she stopped mid-sentence. "Wait, why can't I detect your presence?"

Allen's lips curled upward into a smile.