"He's in there, isn't he?"

"The original is on business." Gage said without changing his face, and at the same time sighed secretly in his heart.

For no other reason, the lady who was asking him was not looking good at the moment.

After hearing this extremely obvious formulaic answer, the corners of Talasha Yuton's mouth curved downward.

She grasped her palm, rubbed the U-shaped emblem on it with her thumb, and spoke again after half a minute.

In the meantime, she has changed to a more relaxed standing stance. The intention to entangle with Gage here to the end was obvious, and the head of the first battle began to complain in his heart.

It was already getting dark, and he had to get back to the station as soon as possible to catch up with the night training, even if as the head of the battle group, he shouldn't be absent from the weekly training without reason.

"He hasn't been out of the office in four days." With a palpable sense of anger, Killman's butler said. "What official business does it require him to work for four days without sleep?"

"It's happened in the past, ma'am." Gage said vaguely.

He shouldn't have been standing here answering Yutun's question, it should have been the victors, not him. But he was apparently unlucky, and happened to be caught by the lady at this point in time to leave the office building.

"Three times like this, yes." Yutun said calmly. "But I remember every antecedent, but this time I don't remember — or rather, I don't even know what happened that night."

We don't know, ma'am. Gage sneered.

"Ma'am, I know what you're asking, but I really don't have the right to reveal it."

"Well, since you can't answer me about this, I won't ask you, Master Gage. However, I have one more question. Why did he issue an order to abolish the current site of the University of Jericho? It's only been a short time since its anniversary, and it's caused an uproar in Macurag."

「......」

Gage was silent, and he decided to answer the lady with just a short affirmative or negative next.

He didn't have any answers to those questions, and if he had said, 'I don't know, Ms. Judon would not have believed him so easily.'

However, this silence is clearly counterproductive.

"Do you want to prevaricate me like that, Captain of the First Division?"

She frowned, her expression becoming more aggressive. "Even though I'm just a mortal compared to you, that doesn't mean I'm a fool! Open the door and let me in, I'm going to talk to him."

"I'd love to, ma'am, but I can't."

Gage sighed earnestly. "You know the Primordial's temper better than we do, ma'am...... He doesn't see anyone these days, and no one can open that door unless he comes out on his own."

After a brief pause, Talasha Yuton nodded.

"So, what about the instructor?" She asked. "Where is he? I don't want to embarrass you or these diligent guards, but I have to figure out what is it that makes Robert Killeman like this."

「...... The hospital in our station, ma'am." Gage said.

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Carlil slowly closed the door, closing the room to the sound of the rattling instrument. He moved his wrist silently, a rare coldness spreading across his face.

Van Cleef is still at risk and could die at any moment. The Ultramarine's medic officers have made assurances that they will do their best to keep Captain Van Cliffe alive.

They did not know the cause of the wound of the first company commander, but everyone agreed that the commander of the eighth regiment could not be allowed to die of a serious wound on the Maculag.

There have been many people who have mentioned the Dreadnought Mech, and these inquiries have either been denied by Van Cleeff himself when he was awake, or by subsequent orders from Robert Killiman

It's set.

"There's no need to prepare a dreadnought for Van Cleef's company commander." Robert Killiman said in a deep voice in that voice message. "He'll be fixed."

Fix – not cure.

Such a cold adjective made many people stunned, but not many people asked why. Most Ultramarines simply silently followed the orders issued by their primordials.

As for Carlil's thoughts......

Now is not the time. He thought.

Leaning against the wall of the hallway, he slowly exhaled a breath of air that smelled of disinfectant water.

The plausible illusion made him almost feel the urge to laugh - years later, even on a planet on the other side of the galaxy, it still smelled like this in the hospital.

Disinfectant water, doctors in a race against death, crying children or parents, the wails of patients, the race against time in the operating room......

Cutting off his thoughts, he tilted his head indifferently.

In a sense, he's racing against the clock right now. But not for Van Cleef's life, but for something else.

For a promise, a promise about revenge.

His commitment on the transport ship.

Breathing slowly, Carlil slowed his thoughts.

Half a minute later, his breathing and heartbeat began to stop completely, his pupils dilated, and he felt as silent as if he were really dead. If there were ultramarines in the hallway, I'm afraid they would have been rushing by now.

But they weren't, and by order, they stayed away for the time being.

Now, there are only two people in the hospital. One of them was seriously injured and dying, while the other ...... It's as if he's really dead.

The sun's rays pierced the floor-to-ceiling windows, and time flowed little by little, and in the years before the invention of the clock, the ancestors of mankind relied on the direction of the sun's movement to judge time.

The sunrise and the sunset are not empty words.

There was no sound in the empty hallways of the hospital, not even breathing, only the faint beating of dripping in Van Cleve's room.

With his head down, Carlil leaned motionless against the wall. The coldness of Arimori Han spread restrainedly from the half-palms of his hands that were in contact with the wall, and they hissed lowly, and the vague anger crept away in a vision that could not be caught by the naked eye.

They're waiting.

So did he.

What to wait for?

Two and a half hours later, the moment it was completely dark and the incandescent lights on the ceiling of the hallway came on, Carlil gave his answer.

He clenched his right fist violently, and the glow of Senhan faintly bloomed between his fingers.

The congealed blood began to rush through the veins again, the breathing was as violent as a roaring beast, the heartbeat revived, and the temperature was so cold that it was beyond human comprehension, and in an instant it filled the entire corridor.

A thousandth of a second after the recovery, Carlil opened the door to Van Cleef's room. Time no longer has meaning, and it has become a thing in his hands.

Van Cleef had been lying flat on that bed, but now he sat up against common sense.

His dissolved musculature hung quietly on the bones, and the viscera were clearly visible between the gaps in the rib plates.

These things made the medical officers have to change his mattress every hour and a half, otherwise the half-congealed mixture of flesh and blood would completely soak the medical mattress.

His eyes were open, his blackened teeth looming between his upper and lower jaws, and painful emotions boiled over his bloody face.

He wanted to scream, obviously. A blue color distinct from psionic light manifested on the two hearts that beat between his chest and abdomen.

- There is one thing that you should not forget.

While on the transport, Van Cleef tried to destroy his own heart in order to completely destroy the 'traces', but he was later burned by the invisible flames

。

He is not a psyker, so where does this flame come from?

The answer is obvious.

Carlil released his right fist, and the light was in full bloom, as bright as a blooming flower of light. But it's not a good idea to let it bloom and the raw material that makes it what it is today.

In fact, they are the opposite of goodness, the pure opposite.

In the next second, his consciousness returned to another world.

It's still dark, it's still the thick veil that separates the mortal from the ghosts. And at this moment, a monster took an incredible step back behind the curtain.

It had two heads, and its body was somewhere between the blue of temptation and the pink of palpitations, and its brilliant brilliance reflected in those gaudy feathers a radiance that made it impossible to maintain sanity. Its body is covered with dense eyes, and they have dark blue pupils, which are blinking uneasily and rapidly at the moment.

The monster's two heads were wide open beaks, and each of its forked tongues had another large, fanged mouth, which was as dizzy as an abyss within an abyss.

And in the next second, the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine eyes on its body reflected a hand burning with pitch-black flames, which slammed in from the other side of the curtain and grabbed one of its necks.

"No! No!" Its other head hissed and screamed. "I don't see this future!"

Carlil laughed—a smirk, to be exact.

He rarely showed such a terrifying expression, and the cold killing intent flowed in his eyes, almost turning into a substantial blade that slashed the monster with a thousand knives.

"Do you think I didn't realize that you just ran away and didn't die last time?"

He asked, his tone as soft as if he were making small talk to someone.

"Do you think Van Cleef's willpower is really as weak as you think, and you don't even realize what you're doing? He was the commander of a company in the Eighth Army...... Can you understand?"

Laughing, Carlil jerked his right hand back, the curtain fluctuating, and the black flames burned in his hands. The monster slammed into the curtain and couldn't move an inch.

It screamed in pain, the place where it came into contact with Carlil's right hand had turned a gray color, and the flames were burning so fast that they had begun to spread to the rest of its body.

What's even more terrifying is that its pain at the moment is not just from the flames, the veil itself is tearing at its flesh. They devour greedily, and the twisted nature of chaos is eager to try.

"I guess you can't, but I'd love to help you. So, come on." Carlil leaned against the curtain and whispered softly to it. "Come out, Carlos the Lifeweaver?"

"How do you know——?! Its other head hissed, terrified.

"Your nine clerks have told me."

Carlil chuckled, spitting cold words at it. "You obviously know something, at least you know what it will be like to be remembered by me."

"But what a terrible conspiracy. Kill an innocent lady of great importance and then cause unrest in Macurag...... The Veil itself can hold you out, how long have you planned in advance for this day?"

It screamed, unwilling to answer. Carlil just smiled softly, and his right hand clenched again.

The gray-white dust swirled down with the trembling of the monster known as the Lifeweaver, vanishing without a trace in the darkness behind the veil.

Its wings trembled in pain, each feather on its wings began to split and scream in unison, nine hundred eyes shattered, and another nine hundred eyes reappeared in a blur of flesh and blood.

"I said ——!." It screamed, spitting out broken words. "—but you can't understand it! You can't understand, Karil Lohals! Chaos has been abandoned by you!"

"Ah, so you know me. But I don't believe what you say, Lifeweaver. After all, you are clearly well-versed in conspiracy and deception."

"I'm not lying!" It was a blur of flesh and blood

It screamed, and the flames had already set half of its body on fire. "This head of mine can't lie!"

"It's so strange that there is such a statement?"

"Yes, yes!"

"But I still don't believe it."

Carlil chuckled, contented as if he had made a perfect joke.

He held out his right hand, then pulled it back again—again and again, tormenting it incessantly. Each impact pained the monster known as the Lifeweaver. Its fear began to creep through until it became a visible fear.

"Ask me questions! I beg you!" It screamed. "Great vengeance, great hatred! I beg you to ask the humble Carlos, and I will answer every question you have!"

"Are you afraid?" Carlil asked softly.

The monster who had been tortured by the curtain to the point of flesh and blood, and was burned by the flames to the point of charcoal, flowed transparent tears, and nodded his head in wail, and every part of his body trembled. It was scared—it knew too well what the human-skinned thing in front of it was, and what he could do.

"What are you afraid of? Death? Do you think I can really kill you?" Carlil smiled, and this time, he slowly let go of his hand, and the monster watched in disbelief as the pupils on his body began to blink rapidly.

"Blink again, and I'll turn you to ashes."

They came to a screeching halt.

"Very good......

With a chuckle, Carlil arrogantly folded his hands.

"Now, you can get out, Lifeweaver. But before that, I have something I want you to remember." He spoke slowly.

He stared at the monster that could have fled, but stood still out of fear and did not dare to make any moves, and made eye contact with each of its eyes.

Senhan's blue light erupted unreservedly at this moment, and his voice became a resounding proclamation, and he was so low that he had no bearing the same as a human.

Carlos shuddered as he looked at the eyes that burned with black rage and heard the last words.

"I remember you."

The monster in its eyes said so, growling low, baring its fangs, and grinning.

"So I'll start hunting, from here until the end of time...... You're dead, you know?"

The words fell, and it screamed and died.

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Carlil opened his eyes.

Van Cleef slammed into his bunk and began to gasp heavily. The machine began to alarm, and both of his hearts were reduced to ashes at this moment, clotting with blood on the bed.

Carlil quickly rushed in front of him, Van Cleef opened his mouth, as if to say something, but his instructor simply reached out his left hand, pressed it to his bloody chest, and shook his head at him.

"You can rest, Van Cleef." Carlil said softly. "Get some sleep, and when you open your eyes again, there will be no more pain."

The blue light flickered, the alarm sound of the instrument died away after a brief pause, and the powerful heartbeat took its place, and the eyes of the company leader twitched slightly, and silently fell into sleep.

This time, there will be no more things waiting for him in his dreams.

"I'll fix you."

Carlil turned, and calmly and slowly exhaled a breath of blood-smelling air, blood dripping from his right hand to the ground.

What a pity. He thought regretfully. I was only one step away from killing it completely, but the Veil wouldn't allow me to do so...... Just as they gnaw on the flesh of that monster, they treat me equally.

With a wry smile, he raised his right hand, and the white bone hand that only had a little flesh left looked terrifying, but it quickly recovered in tens of seconds.

Psionic energy, what a convenient power.

Sighing, Carlil walked out of Van Cleef's room door again, and he

Close it gently. Then he looked thoughtfully to the other end of the hallway, where a slight footstep was sounding.

Ah, angry mother.

He shook his head and walked over helplessly, and three minutes later, with his own eyesight, he saw the owner of the footsteps in advance.

A thin lady with short gray hair and a vague anger floating in the shadows on her face. She was on a cane, but she still walked fast. At the end of the hallway, two Victorious soldiers were staring in this direction.

Carlil waved his hand at them quietly. He knew they could see it. Then he caught up with the lady.

"Lady Talasha Yuton......" he whispered.

The latter did not answer immediately, she was in a kind of dazedness, and Carlil did not rush, but patiently and bitterly gave her time to react.

He now knew very well how ordinary people would react when they saw him, not to mention, he was now in a state where he had just finished some not-so-peaceful exercises.

But the lady soon revealed that she was extraordinary—it only took two deep breaths for her emotions to be suppressed, and then she opened her mouth with utterly impeccable etiquette.

"Good evening, Instructor Karil Lohals." She bowed her head gently, and although she looked up, she did not look humble.

And when this brief greeting was over, she spoke bluntly, without any intention of being polite: "I am here for my master, Robert Killman."

"Is there anything I can do to help you?" Carlil asked softly.

"Yes." She pursed her lips. "I have a lot of questions for you."

"I ......"

Carlil sighed.

He smiled wryly. "I'll know as much as the situation allows, Lady Judton, I assure you."