Love You Year 2647: 01 [Roland Deneuve] ★ (92) (Patreon)

*Year 2647: 01 [Roland Deneuve] ★*

The scheduled return date passed. Even the buffer days, added to account for any margin of error, came and went... and still, Violette Deneuve did not return to the 27th century.

At the request of the frantic parents, thrown into an uproar by the abnormal situation, the government launched an emergency investigation based on the submitted itinerary. And upon investigating the island near the equator—their scheduled stopover point—a large number of human bones were excavated.

Forensic analysis of the dozens of bodies revealed that among them was a set of remains identified as Violette Deneuve. The remains of her, Militza, and Angelique were said to be particularly badly damaged.

The forensics team determined that they had all died approximately six hundred years ago.

Each and every one of them bore traces of death by external factors—stab wounds, blunt force trauma, and various others... clearly indicating that some kind of major incident had occurred during the examination.

Furthermore, the fact that their chronoship was nowhere to be found was also considered a serious problem.

As a result, the incident became the talk of the town, with rumors ranging from a suspenseful student squabble to an international conspiracy spreading like wildfire, dominating the recent online sphere and gossip media.

...Amidst all this.

(Why!)

Roland Deneuve—Violette's father, the head of the Deneuve family, and the president of Deneuve Aerospace. His body radiating fury, he strode toward the official residence of the President of the United States Northern.

He had prepared a new chronoship.

He had assembled the best possible talent for a rescue team.

He had even prepared more than enough state-of-the-art equipment.

He would spare no expense. He would spare no effort.

And yet, the government would not grant permission for time travel.

A life-saving mission across time. While it was unprecedented, the targets were current 27th-century citizens. Legally and morally, he couldn't see any problem with it.

Moreover, the current president, Isidoro Scalchi, was a friend of Roland's from college, and the Deneuve Aerospace Group was a key supporter of Isidoro—and by extension, his political party—alongside the Gielen Group and the Scar Conglomerate.

It was hard to imagine that President Isidoro, the government, the ministries... would willingly obstruct him.

(Then why, Isidoro!)

In the midst of this, Roland received a summons from the presidential office for a specific date and time. This, despite the fact that the president had repeatedly dodged his requests for a meeting until now.

Of course, the current Roland was in no position to refuse.

(Today, I'll make you approve it, right here and now, Isidoro!!)

Making no attempt to hide his irritation, he continued to walk.

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In the lobby of the official residence, Roland encountered an unexpected figure: Blade Scar, the current head of the Scar Conglomerate.

Despite being an old man of over ninety, he was a man who continued to work energetically as an active representative. Even in the 27th century, with its advanced anti-aging medicine powered by nanomachines, it was still something to marvel at.

"It has been a while, Mr. Blade."

It wasn't as if Roland didn't know him.

In business, in political dealings, and in their private lives, the relationship between the Deneuve family and the Scar Conglomerate ran deep.

"It has been a while, young Roland. Your daughter's situation... it is a cause for great concern."

His dark skin, suggesting African roots, and his voice both possessed a vibrancy and strength that belied a man approaching his hundredth year. And yet, ever since Roland had entered the professional world, Blade had always been an old man. Every time he saw him, he couldn't help but think, "What a monster."

"I appreciate your deep concern... By the way, Mr. Blade, what brings you here today?"

"Most likely for the same reason as you."

Roland's eyebrow twitched.

"Among the organizations affiliated with my Scar Group, there are currently three applications for time travel that have been submitted. All of them are being held up by the government, causing disruptions to various plans and investigations. We've pleaded with young Isidoro many times... but we've been met with a wall of silence. But this time, he suddenly invited this old body here. So I came, huffing and puffing all the way."

"Is that so..."

So it wasn't just Roland's case that was being blocked. He understood that much, but he still couldn't accept it.

"Young Isidoro probably intends to tell us something about the time travel matter. And secretly, at that."

"What on earth could be his reason for obstructing us?"

"I do not know. In any case, we have no choice but to hear what he has to say."

As the two of them were talking, a security guard from the residence approached, bowed, and spoke.

"The President is ready for you. I will show you the way. This way, please."