There are many more things that I don't understand.

The darker the night, the more dazzling the stars became, keeping me awake at night.

I'm like a lost dog with nowhere to go.

Dragging my tired body is like dragging my boring life.

"So, I'm the second employer you've met?"

She looked at me and looked at me with a very innocent look.

She's the most naïve person I've ever met.

She stood on the rooftop, looking at me with her starry eyes.

"Hmph, you guy, it's not bad, I look at you like a wood on weekdays, why are you sentimental now."

The lollipop in her mouth tilted the pole and looked at the mechanical arm under my cloak.

Lilia Niemann...... Quite an interesting person, I once met her, in the Glory District. How to put it, a dull co-inventor. ”

"I've heard that she is very unpopular with the nobles of the upper city. Because the things she designs are always flawed, whether it's the tyrant Barrell or the Doom. ”

"Maybe she's the only inventor who wants to go back to the past."

I listened to her comments about Lilia, a lot of things I didn't know, everything about her, so careless.

"To be honest, I think she's too paranoid, you see!"

She opened her arms as if embracing the huge and wide sky, the tall buildings that pierced the clouds and the sea, and the vast world of Qinghai, embraced her ambition into her arms.

"Future! How wonderful! What a stupid thing it is to cling to the past?! ”

I looked at her, standing next to her, and I saw everything she was referring to, she was different from Lilia, Lilia was mature and stable, and she, very different from Lilia.

I'm no longer the same person I used to be.

Mission failures are still vivid.

Lilia's death was like a lifetime away.

I began to learn to be silent without a mouth.

I've seen the world at its worst, and I'm skeptical about how the world is right now.

Lilia, don't you, want such a world?

"Oh, don't be gloomy, although it's rare for you to mention your past, but your past is full of sad things, which is not good."

She looked at me with some sorrow.

"Of course, although I don't want to keep looking at a big man with a bitter face, if you want to cry, you can still cry, I can, avoid it appropriately."

I couldn't keep up with her brain circuit, and seeing that I wasn't moved, she looked at me with pity as if she was pitiful for something, and stretched out her arms to me: "Oh~No. 3038, don't cry, don't cry, come to my mother~Don't cry, don't cry~"

She slowly walked towards me like a puppet, and opened her arms to hug me, trying to comfort me like a mother.

But her height was only up to my shoulders, and she was like my daughter doting on me.

Of course, this can't be.

She was like a ghostly child, and as soon as she threw herself in my arms, she began to scratch my chest frantically, like wiping her snot as if she were wiping her nose.

"No. 3038, aha~"

She tilted her head and looked me in the eye.

I've never looked at her face so seriously, perhaps because of the loss of Lilia, and the loss of my ability to appreciate the opposite sex.

Her eyelashes are so thick, her nose is so small, her lips are so delicate.

I could clearly hear the core of my light source ringing wildly.

"Do you think I'm any different today?"

She looked at me happily, and I couldn't guess everything about her, including why she was so happy, why, free.

She has no baggage, no ideals, no dreams, nothing, everything she wants.

She may really be a free bird, in the sky, with nowhere to go.

I shook my head, but instead she got angry and pushed me away, but she was extremely small, and I took a step back as she pushed.

The core of the light source bloomed with an azure glow on my arm, and the wind swayed my black robe.

I am, a traveler of the world, and I have no place to return.

She turned around, her long black hair fluttering in the wind with her fiery red dress, and I vaguely remembered the red rope in her hair, like a petite and beautiful butterfly.

As soon as the wind blows, the butterfly stops above her head, adorning her unique beauty.

"I always think you're boring. But I forgive you. ”

I often don't understand what she wants to say to me, and I see that she is a little lost, and for no reason, she says something.

"Tyrant Barrell, it seems now, is nothing more than a laser vehicle, and there is no threat."

She looked back at me.

"Yes, it's too weak, it's too weak, but I remember that when Barrell first came out, it could be said that he swept away a large number of aristocratic designers' works! Simply yes! It's so cool, it's like a wonderful technology from another world! ”

Her excitement was back up.

I also seem to know something that can arouse her interest.

"I don't know what kind of mood made her invention biased towards the style of [Doom], a ruthless killing machine, cold-blooded and terrifying."

She looked embarrassed, but she quickly noticed, as if she had taken into account her emotions.

She said.

"Oops! I'm not talking about you, you're one of those terrible inventors! Their designs are simply worse than their Mediterranean hairstyles, and I don't ask how good their designs are, but I ask them to figure out the idea of the invention first. Right? How cool is that! War-type Optical Load Core! ”

I glanced at my arm.

Lilia's shadow crisscrossed it.

From the outer skin to the bones to the joints, I've achieved android perfection, and with the core of my light source, I can effortlessly mobilize the laser guns loaded inside, which hide in my right arm like a Hidden Blade.

Also, it is known as the amazing work of co-inventor Lilia Niemann.

A real laser sword is also hidden in my mechanical skeleton, along with a laser weapon that I can wield at will.

The core of the light source I have is not blue, and this is the only sword in this world that marks Lilia's masterpiece as a top inventor.

It is already very different from all the lightsabers of the [samurai].

yes, the war-type light-loaded core.

I, born of war, called a war machine, abandoned by the future, was nothing more than I expected.

Will I be able to continue to walk in peace?

Can I still walk in the sun?

I don't know, and I don't know.

But I know that the enemy I have to face will not rest on my laurels.

"It's rare that you told me so much today."

She tiptoed and fell.

Her red dress was pressed by her hands crossed.

With her back to me, I was silent, but she had so much to say.

"I always thought that you were one, very ...... People like that, I mean, I think, you're very ...... There's no past or anything. Compare, blank, know. That said, huh...... Silly. ”

"That's normal."

She said.