"I don't have any doubts about the command, Primitive. I know that even at trial, the accused has the right to defend himself. Shen whispered in a soft Nostramo voice, "What I'm worried about is ......"

He froze, with a look of embarrassment, as if his language system had been abruptly disconnected here, and he couldn't find the right words to express himself. He was stuck like this for three seconds, which was quite a long time for an Astarte, but no one pushed him, including the original.

After such an embarrassing few seconds, Shen seemed to be suddenly deflated, his chin avoided Fujimaru Ritsuka's gaze, and sighed, "You are always so merciful......"

Indeed, she was too merciful. Conrad Coetzes thought dissatisfied. Shen Ke didn't dare to talk to him so much. But in an instant, he realized that the guard officer's words did not mean what he understood, for the girl spoke again:

"I see what you mean, ...... Shen," she replied in a whispered Nostramo as well, "Skolewalker is also a member of the Legion and a child of Midnight, but he has committed a felony. Losses and wrongs have been made, his identity is meaningless before the law, and his sophistry cannot shake the judgment that should be made. I assure all present that I will never show undue tolerance as a result. I needed to hear his testimony, not only because it was required even in the simplest of procedures, but also because I needed to know what kind of thinking had prompted him and his family to commit such a crime. Undoubtedly, this was a major failure for me as the lord of Nostramo, so I need to know all the details. Only by knowing where you fall can you better avoid similar obstacles in the future. That is why I want to try the sinner myself, and can you agree with that reason? ”

"So, I don't have any doubts. Your will will be done. ”

This series of explanations seemed very unnecessary to Conrad Coetzes, but Shen seemed to be convinced by it. The guard officer bowed slightly, then turned away from the bridge, and walked briskly on the simple task, his attitude bewildering the true Primordial of the Midnight Lord.

He's a primordial, so he's able to think about a lot of things in a very short time. In that moment, Conrad Coetzes analyzed the information revealed in the previous conversation, and felt that Shen seemed to be acting weaker than he had been under his command (and spurning it), and at the same time feeling that it was a matter of course for a mortal, and wondering how Rika Fujimaru had relied on this weak rule to command the entire Eighth Legion, and how he would have reacted on the same occasion. But that moment was also short, because immediately after that, someone broke the silence in the darkness:

"As Shen wanted to say, my lord, you are indeed too merciful sometimes." The voice that spoke in Gothic without permission came from a helmeted black-armored guard.

Conrad Coetzes recognized the voice as Yago Sevitaleon, arguably the most desirable offspring, if not one of them. Even under his own command, the Midnight Lord's company commander enjoyed a great deal of favor and privilege due to his connivance.

But that's still too much. Speaking on a formal occasion without the permission of the original body is also suspected to be an accusation against the original body himself, and even St. Giles will reprimand him in this situation. Even if it wasn't him who was questioned, Conrad Coz was a little angry about it, because he realized from Sevita's skewful tone and the attitude of the others that something like this was not the first time it had happened.

He had the impression that Yago Sevitaleone should not have been so rude. In the next moment, he realized that this instinctive idea was not derived from facts, but from the glorification of memory: even to himself, Sevita would dare to say anything, even if he didn't do it very often.

Back to the present. Such outrageous events can happen again and again, and it is obviously impossible for this midnight lord's original body to be unrelated. In Conrad Coetze's opinion, this is a serious offense, but Rika Fujimaru clearly doesn't think it's offended. After this unsolicited accusation landed, she sighed lightly and replied in the same high Gothic:

"I think you're right, Sevitalyon. I was too merciful to Nostramo. ”

This sentence stirred up a little ripple all around. No one really made a noise about it, but Conrad Coetze smelled some recognition, some confusion and panic. According to the rules of this realm, Rika Fujimaru as a primordial should have the exact same abilities as he did as a primordial, and she should have felt the same thing, but she didn't immediately explain.

She turned, pacing toward the large observation window on the bridge. No one had any doubts about this action, and everyone knew that outside the window was the star of the eternal night, the source of evil, the Nostramo that was lit up in the darkness and covered the poisonous sores with the illusion of prosperity.

Rika Fujimaru looked at the planet quietly for a few seconds, and then spoke:

"I was too optimistic about its prospects, thinking that when order and tranquility were brought to it, justice would naturally sprout in the hearts of the inhabitants of Nostramo." "I have overlooked the inertia of culture that has been accumulated over time, and I have forgotten how easily human beings can fall with the environment," she reflected. This is a mistake I made and I will try to fix it. ”

"Well, you're still going to give it another chance." Sevita made no secret of the irony in her voice, "Even though you recognize the disastrous consequences of being kind to this planet, you are still so merciful. ”

"Don't be so exaggerated, Sevitalyon. It's something that none of us want to see, but it's an exaggeration to describe it as 'catastrophic'. ”

"—This is the third time! It's even just the third time I know! You know that I didn't join the Legion with you at the beginning. Sevita's voice was filled with anger.

In Conrad Coetze's experience, Sevita had rarely allowed himself to show such stark feelings, but he did ...... in his tone now Full of anger.

This fact, along with his accusations, confused Conrad Coz for about a microsecond, but in an instant it became clear to him that it was impossible to restrain the sins of Nostramo with the overly lenient means of this mortal girl, and such small acts of rebellion or disobedience must have occurred many times, and each time it had affected the Legion.

The angry accusation caused a little commotion. Surprised, the Blackguards immediately tried to stop their company commander by all means, including force, but this behavior was immediately stopped by the Original:

"It's okay, let him continue." Rika Fujimaru said calmly, "The anger is justified and is proof that he is still a human being. As a member of the Eighth Legion, one of the victims of Nostramo's poisoning, he certainly has the right to be angry. This anger was not his own, it was his voice in place of the Legion. Therefore, as the master of Nostramo and as the commander of the Eighth Legion, I must bear this wrath. ”

"But what else do I have to say? You are the master of the Legion, you surely know better than I do! Yago Savitarion's cry intensified with the permission of the Primordial, "Time and time again, time and time again, the recruits of the Legion have been polluted by scum and scoundrels, the veterans have begun to form factions, and the conflict between the Nostramo and Terra has intensified, and this is only the most superficial one! What about the deep-seated hidden dangers brought about by these things? These things will always take your heart and mind, and the progress of the expedition will be slowed down as a result...... You can't always waste your time on things that shouldn't happen! ”

“…… I understand. Fujimaru Rika closed her eyes, her expression mixed with pain and helplessness, "My fault." I'm already starting to make the Legion lose confidence—"

"—you're not wrong, Star of the Night!" The Midnight Lord's company commander roared sharply, but its contents puzzled everyone, including Conrad Coetzes, "You make laws, you punish the offenders, you change the system that breeds evil, you bring hope to the eternal night, you bring order to chaos, your will and laws are spread in the stars with the Legion's expeditions, and dozens of worlds that have completely accepted the rule of the Eighth Legion can prove beyond any doubt that your benevolence and justice are not wrong!" You did everything you promised, you didn't fail anyone, but Nostramo – it was Nostramo that failed you repeatedly! ”

The act of shouting these words at the original seemed to drain Yago Savitarion's strength, and the giant in Terminator armor looked shaky after the words fell, but he still managed to stabilize his body with extraordinary perseverance, and changed his Nostramo language in a stunned silence: "It's time for you to end this." ”

Over a long period of time, the star of the night has developed a language filled with a large number of aspirated consonants, making the person who uses it sound like some kind of vicious hissing even if they speak normally. And in the mouth of Sevita, who is now almost out of strength, this sentence sounds like a sigh of a dying man.

I don't know if it was because of Sevita's overly arrogant behavior, or because of the strong emotions he revealed in this narrative, but after his words fell, the bridge was silent for a few seconds.

Then, Rika Fujimaru broke it with a dry voice:

"I'm not sure if I'll be able to do it this time, but I'll do my best-"

"—I mean, Nostramo isn't worth all your effort, it's time for you to put an end to this." Sevita was angry but firm enough, "thoroughly." ”

"What?"

"You see, almost half of the Eighth Army's fleet is on the edge of the Nostramo track." The voice of the company commander was tinged with almost equal parts pain and cruelty, "We even brought a tornado torpedo. ”