[Steel Flame Steel] Blue Lion

The news about Germany - this thought was enough to make Roy feel flustered, although he looked extremely normal, at least he didn't show a trace in front of his subordinates.But that didn't stop him from worrying about Ed, especially when he was completely out of touch.

It is undeniable that Ed has liked to wander around from the beginning, escaping from what he can care about.But after all, it was accompanied by contact, he could receive calls from Ed from time to time, or letters by post, but this time, there was nothing.

"Damn it." Roy growled in frustration and annoyance, trying to turn his attention back to the official documents, which was a bit difficult-but if he wanted to be the President, he had to.

Realizing that his attempts were fruitless, Roy threw down the pen violently, stood up from the office chair and started pacing back and forth in the office.He muttered something similar to reprimanding his subordinates, and repeatedly glanced at the country map hanging on the wall.

He knew where Ed was, of course, it was impossible for an officer not to be able to find this kind of thing, it was easy.It's a pity that he can only stay in his own office, like a military dog ​​- well, he admits the term.

Maybe he needs someone to talk to?

"You'd better have a good reason, Roy." The person on the other end of the phone didn't seem to have woken up yet, in addition to the confusion that could almost stick together, there was a touch of tiredness in his tone, "A person who can interrupt in the early morning My reason for getting enough sleep."

"I need your help, Hughes." Roy rubbed the bridge of his nose, of course he knew what time it was - given that he had been working overtime since yesterday, "For disturbing you, I terribly sorry."

"Okay, okay." Hughes lowered his volume, then blinked in an attempt to stay awake.During this period of time, he was exhausted. Not only was he unable to investigate anything, but he was also assigned a lot of tasks.It should not be only him, including more officers who can no longer get any information from the reference room. The national alchemist who manages there seems to be so strict for the first time, "What happened?"

Roy froze for a moment, and suddenly felt a little stupid to drag his old friend out of bed in the middle of the night because of these personal problems, but he desperately needed advice.

"Pfft——" After listening to Roy's explanation, Hughes almost couldn't hold back his laughter.He raised his head and glanced at the bedroom, tried his best to restrain his voice, this time it was good, his drowsiness had completely dissipated, "So you called in the middle of the night... because of the problem of Fullmetal Alchemist?" He joked, completely forgetting how much he wanted to hang up the call just a second ago.

"I don't know what to do, Hughes." Roy sighed, looking a little helpless.He had dates, yes, and love letters kept coming, and even when he firmly rejected them all or silently burned them all in flames, the gifts from those women kept coming.

But obviously Ed is different from these people, he can't get along with Fullmetal Alchemist in the usual way, maybe he won't even get a look.He had learned from the military school that this person habitually closed his heart, liked self-sacrifice, and had a purpose that he had to accomplish even if he sacrificed his life.He didn't know how to manage this relationship in the right way - well, he admitted that although Ed seemed headstrong, he was always the one with action and tolerance.

"Listen to what our Colonel Mustang is saying." Hughes, who was almost choking on his own saliva, coughed, still with a smile in his tone, "You always get along well with the little instructor."

Hughes continued to call Ed in the military school, which seemed a little intimate and full of memories, "And this time you drove everyone away?"

"Hughes!" Roy growled, sounding annoyed, "He couldn't have left for this reason," the black-haired man explained too quickly, "He must have done something dangerous."

It has to be said that Roy knows more about Ed than anything else. The blond officer has always been trustworthy and sensible. If it is only because of his suspicion, the possibility of leaving is almost less than [-]%.The only correct guess is that Ed is finally getting into action, for a purpose that has cost him his life.

This was terrible, he didn't want Ed to get hurt or something worse happened somewhere he didn't know, he wanted to find him - but there was no way to leave Eastern Command.

Hughes, who was holding the microphone, yawned, and then smacked his lips, "Then your question is obviously which of the two is more important... Well, your ambition to be a great president and the safety of Ed?" Even Roy couldn't see it, so he shrugged his shoulders to express his helplessness, "Come on, even if you follow the little instructor, you can't guarantee anything."

He had seen Ed's fighting state in the military academy and the Ishbal Civil War. If even Ed couldn't deal with it, the addition of an alchemist of flame would undoubtedly not be of much use.

Roy could feel some twitching in his stomach—maybe it was related to what Hughes said, or it might be because he lost his lunch and dinner today.

"But I can't bear to continue to sit in the office and face those stupid documents!" Roy raised his voice, "Okay, sorry." He suddenly remembered the current time and sighed, "I mean, I There is absolutely no way to complete the tasks calmly."

"You should have thought about it a long time ago. If one day the little instructor conflicts with your dream, what will you do." Hughes replied lazily, his head was still a bit dull.He shook his head trying to gather his thoughts, "So you want to...?"

"..."

There was only breathing on the microphone, and Roy didn't answer—he seemed to be hesitating for something.Yes, there are too many things he needs to take into account, and he can't fight side by side with Ed at all.For the ambition of the President, he has spent too much energy and does not intend to lose the chain in such a place.

His sanity was like a shackle that kept him in Eastern Command.

"Fuck it, Roy." At this moment, Hughes laughed in a low voice, almost trembling.He cursed casually, and then imagined the stunned look of the black-haired man on the phone, "It's not just a day or two for you to skip work and be lazy, why did you realize that you want to be the president at this time?"

"We all have our own purpose, Hughes." Roy said with difficulty, closing his eyes and trying to drive out what Ed had said to him.Perhaps this is really cruel, but if this is a multiple-choice question, he may hesitate...but the final choice will be his ambition.

He is such a person.

"Then it's meaningless for you to call me." Hughes said, he suddenly realized that only Ed could bear Roy's character, and the two were too similar so they wouldn't demand harshly from each other Do something for yourself, "You should have another thought."

As if something had been said, Roy covered his face in distress.

"You can leave, Roy." Hughes rubbed his glasses with his hands, and said suddenly: "Eastern Command has them, and Central City has me... Seriously, you have to do something you want to do occasionally It's something." He persuaded, and knew the contradictions in Roy's heart, "Will it really make sense...If you become the president, but Ed can't stand by your side?" He asked.

Just thinking about that kind of picture is not something he can bear, Roy thought silently, staring at the red color on the back of his hand in a daze.He originally wanted to contribute to this country, but the Ishbal War shattered his dream.Now he has to become the president to change the trend of the whole country, but he finds that the road ahead will be meaningless without the company of Ed.

"...I'll be back, just off for a little while."

After a long time, just as Hughes was about to fall asleep, Roy suddenly said a word.The faint voice was almost covered by the noise of the microphone, but Hughes still heard it clearly.So he said 'Go' to Roy, and hung up the phone decisively before waiting for an answer.When he raised his head and was about to go back to the bedroom, he saw his wife standing not far away smiling at him gently.

"Did it wake you up?" Hughes asked in a low voice, and stepped forward to hold Gracia's hands.

"Is it someone from the military department, Colonel Mustang?" She asked with a soft smile, allowing Hughes to lead her back to the bedroom, "Is it very important?"

"It's nothing." Taking off his glasses, Hughes pulled Gracia to lie down on the bed again, and then put his arms around her waist—fortunately, his wife is not like a little instructor, who runs away from home every now and then, " I lost my lover, so I want to get it back." He chuckled a few times, as if lamenting the incompetence of his old friend.

After Hughes hung up the phone, Roy grabbed the microphone for a minute, then violently pulled the black coat on the hanger to put it on, and then rushed out of the office.During this time period, not to mention military vehicles, even soldiers could not be found—except for the military police on duty.

But Roy found that he couldn't wait any longer, he gritted his teeth and finally decided to run to the train station and buy the ticket for the earliest bus.After calculation, he thought that Ed would go to Daplis in the south - there was no reason, most of it was Roy's intuition, and this unfounded inference was very inconsistent with his usual practice.

until the train