As Gneve waited, I slipped on my scarlet tight-fitting uniform. When I woke up two days ago, I always had to take care of the hair in front of me and take it behind my ears. When I cut off the long hair on my forehead, which was a bit troublesome in that fight, I suddenly felt that the hair was less malicious.

And the delicate black-haired girl in the mirror is a little less charming and a little more pure than before.

Hairstyle can determine part of the temperament, it seems that this is reliable when I don't know when I heard it. But if you look closely, you can see that the hair that seems to be full of broken hair is actually unbalanced on the sides, at least there is more long hair on the left than on the right. I wondered if I could braided the side of my hair with more strands when I found the time. This may look like your hair will be more balanced and more cute......

Wait a minute! Why do I care a little bit about my appearance?

Could it be because I've unconsciously changed my mindset?

It's a scary thing to think about, so don't think about it anyway!

Leaving the tangled in my heart like this, I waited for Gnavelle to take me out. But after a long time, Gnavelle was still standing at her desk, unmoved. If I hadn't been able to see the heaving of her chest as a result of her breathing, I would have thought she was a doll.

Still, her eyes were focused on me, as if she had been waiting for me to do something.

In this way, I was a little flattered, didn't the memory of Gnevel seem to be a very strong "guardian"? Why do you seem to be obeying me at this time?

"That ......" Finally, I couldn't help but ask, "Gnievel, what are you doing standing here?" Is there nothing to do? ”

I wanted to remind her that it was combat duty, but I remembered that Gnavelle had said that there were only two shifts, and I didn't know anything about it, so I didn't ask any more. Still, Gurney's answer was routine, and the answer was somewhat unexpected. "My mission is to keep you safe," she said. ”

Alas? Is there something missing in this sentence?

"Huh? Aren't you still going to supervise me? "I immediately thought of a phrase that Gnevier had to say.

"I give this right back to the captain, and the captain transfers it back to you." Gnievel said expressionlessly. The first time I heard this sentence, it was difficult to understand, and I could guess it after careful analysis.

That is to say...... Now I'm free? I asked cautiously. The "regulatory power" that Gneve refers to finally came into my hands, then it means that I regulate myself, to put it bluntly, that is, I am in charge of myself, and then I am free.

"It can be understood that way." Gnevelle said lightly. Then he picked up a familiar and unfamiliar finger-thick device, the controller of my mental restraint ring, from the table, handed it to me, and said, "Please take care of the controller, the captain has adjusted the restriction to level one." ”

It seems that I am still truly free.

The change in attitude between Gneve and Uncle Captain made me a little uncomfortable. But it's relieved to think about it, after all, I dismantled two battleship-level demon[***]oss with my mind like a single person, and my uncle must have done this to express his gratitude. Maybe more than that, it's his trust in me.

Actually, I think there will be people who will restrict me even more in order to prevent danger from me. I think about it, maybe I'm thinking too much. But if I were the decision-maker, I would choose to limit my power.

Then, let's protect the East Lake with gratitude!

I took the controller and stuffed it into my satchel, but soon felt something was wrong and took it out again. That's when I realized that this controller was not easy to carry - it was easy to throw away in a bag, but it was too tiring to hold in your hand. Of course, it would be best if it could be worn safely and easily.

Why did the designer have to design such an important thing in such a way that it is not very easy to carry?

If it's a bracelet or a necklace design, how nice it is!

Well, maybe I should think a little more about the culture of this day and age. Even animation performances are not allowed, how can there be a culture of costume design?

So I looked around, trying to find some rope to make the controller into a necklace and put it on. But in the end, I focused on Gnevel, and it dawned on me that it was much safer to have Gnevela hold the controller than to hold it myself. Moreover, a "standard soldier" like Gnevelle who only listens to orders without a mouth, heart, or expression, will never do anything to me just because he is holding the controller.

Since she wants to protect me, she must be very loyal, right? Anyway, I somehow trusted her - it came from the feeling of security when I slept with her.

Thinking of this, I handed the controller to Gneville and said, "You can keep this for me." ”

"......" Gnivevier looked suspicious, but took the controller over.

"If you think I'm in danger, just untie my mental restrictions. And when I ask you to help untie it, I have to untie it too, and that's it! I added a few more words, then turned around, smiled back at Gnavele, and said, "Protect me, Lord Maid." ”

"......" At that moment, I saw a slight fluctuation on Gnavier's expressionless face. It's probably not a delusion, but anyway, I was quite happy with my nasty hat-and-hat behavior.

That's it, I have one more maid!

If it's possible, I'll have to find a time to tease my little maid, no mouth or anything, but it's not cute at all!

↑ The above ideas exist only in Italian silver.

……

After sorting out the relationship between Gnavelle and me, I left the bedroom, after all, there was still a lot of work to do.

However, as soon as I opened the door to Geneville's dormitory, I was stunned by the scene in the dormitory.

This is not the dormitory area I am familiar with. The hallway that had been bright was now dim and oppressive—the holographic screen was dim, and only the twenty-four-hour clock was beating. On both sides of the corridor, sporadically lay tired crew members, still holding oxygen packs and helmets, perhaps fresh off the "front line". Of course, there were some crew members who were awake, but more of them were staring at what seemed to be an unusually slow time on the ceiling holographic screen, waiting for a certain point in time.

Throughout the hallway, there was a heavy smell.

I was suddenly afraid to walk in this hallway, and as I appeared, it seemed that many people noticed me. Those eyes that call are either carrying hope, or inorganic numbness, or hatred...... These complex emotions are overwhelming.

But I still persevered and walked over, not even knowing how I did it myself.

The state of the crew is a metaphor for the situation of this battleship, so it is even more important to understand the current state of the East Lake!

"Gnevere, let's go find the captain!" I turned around and said lightly to the girl behind me.

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