Thinking in the way of a Nostramo, Yago Sevitaleone should now flee.

In fact, he should have done it. He escaped from the Dark Angel's battle barge and landed on the planet while being escorted and transported. He knew full well that his paranoid cousins in black paint would never give up on this, and he should have managed to smuggle away after healing a little from his wounds.

But he didn't. He stayed. He allowed himself to wander around the barren agricultural planet for ten years, even thinking that his pursuers had lost into the turbulence of subspace, or had staggered his landing with him, or had given up for some other reason.

He knew how the world worked, he had had had enough of the ill nature of probability in his past experiences, and he knew full well that the absurd assumptions were just wishful thinking on his own. Over the past ten years of Terra, he has persuaded himself more than once that he should leave the planet, but more than once, for a variety of reasons, he has given up on the idea, either actively or passively.

Only now, fate has once again shown a bloody mouth to him.

As an agricultural planet with poor productivity, Jestal has never had much of a nightlife. Even during the harvest celebrations celebrated by the whole world, the camp at the cargo station quickly fell silent as the stars sank below the horizon. Sevita was finally able to think undisturbed in the quiet darkness.

The darkness reassured him, and the darkness was his territory. Not only because he was a Nostramo born in the dark, but also because it was the power that his Primordial genetically gave him - whether his Primordial himself wanted it or not. The Emperor's biological alchemy gave him a physiological structure that didn't require sleep so much, so he always used this dark time to think more than ordinary people.

He pondered whether he should run away.

The part of Sevita that belonged to Nostramo urged him to do so, but the others, which he himself couldn't define what he belonged to, spoke out against it. He could not be wrong with a subtle hunch that he might have inherited from the Father of Genes, so Sevita knew that if he started to move now, he would probably be able to dodge the Ravenwing team chasing him.

If he chooses to escape, he will naturally survive. But he knew better that his cousins, who were nervous about the "secret", would never give up so well. They would dig three feet into the planet, torture and torture everyone they felt suspicious, and finally erase all traces of their past with explosive bombs, hot melts, and even torpedoes, and continue to follow the never-ending trail left by Sevita.

He could have survived, but what about the people who had accepted him without any guilt, who believed in the illogical nonsense he had concocted, who had lived with him for ten years?

Sevita had never had any illusions about how intelligent the "civilians" on the agricultural planet could be, and these people were even more stupid than he expected. If he had had the slightest thought, everyone in the Fourth Ward would have been killed by this stupid kindness ten years ago.

But he didn't. Even now, ten years later, he realizes that he can't afford to leave these people where they are.

Yago Sevitalyon, you have also become weak. He laughed so much at himself in the dark. And guess what, you look exactly like Shen now.

He had thought about it for a long time. About his genetic father, about his brutal ruling philosophy and vague sporadic teachings, about everything he himself has experienced...... About justice. It is strange that the countless thoughts he had thought about converged in one place tonight, at this existential juncture, and pointed out an answer to him:

Yago Sevitaleone doesn't care about honor, and he doesn't care about being called a "coward". But this time, he will stay. He will meet a mortal battle and meet his bloody fate.

He had no weapons, no power armor, and even himself was not at his best due to the long-term lack of several elements necessary for Astarte, but those dark angels had better not think-

- A massive impact interrupts Sevita's ambitions, knocking him off the roof of the cargo station and falling to the ground in the gravity of the planet.

In those few seconds of free fall, Sevita thought a lot: who was the attacker? Why was he able to locate his current position so quietly and so accurately? Why wasn't his prophetic energy touched? Why did the attack happen so much earlier than he had anticipated?

He didn't get an answer, but the muscle memory of being the best warrior in the Eighth Legion had already worked automatically, and he adjusted his posture in a blink of an instant in weightlessness, so that he could get back up and fight the moment he landed—

— but something huge slammed into his back. He wasn't hurt by it, but his landing stance had been ruined. Sevita was forced to fall to the ground in an ugly and ridiculous position, almost feeling like he was being slapped into Old Hank's spice cake: the thing that had hit him in the back did not leave with the vibration of free fall or landing, but stayed in place, pressing over and on, making Sevita feel like his ribs were screaming.

He wanted to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the pressure that fell on him kept squeezing air out of his three lungs. His throat was choked by pain and suffocation, and he could only barely let out a meaningless moan.

Then, a voice that he hadn't thought about in ten years rang in his ears:

"Long time no see, Sai." A wisp of ghost from the past, the genetic prototype of the Eighth Legion, the master and father of Yago Savitarion, said with a kind of elation with unmistakable malice:

"Whatever you think, now you have to come with me."

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"Have you asked him what he thinks?" In the main control room of the storm border, Rika Fujimaru held a cup of still steaming mocha coffee, tilted her head, and sent a mental attack to Conrad Coetzes with a disapproving gaze; Behind her was a golden-armored giant slightly shorter than Coetzes; And Sevita stood at the very edge, not saying a word, as obedient as a quail.

After all, the situation was stronger than people, and with his knowledge of his own genetic father, he was very sure that if he dared to say a word now, the Midnight Lord Primordial would dare to make a move to make him a ball—the literal kind.

Coates didn't say a word, but Ritsuka seemed to have understood something. She sighed, put the coffee back on the porcelain plate, and spoke very quickly, "Although I know from the time I heard that you didn't even make it to the Temple of Time, I shouldn't have any unrealistic hopes for your interpersonal skills. But - after realizing that this is an obvious flaw, you don't even change it? ”

"I don't think there's anything wrong with that." Coetzes replied confidently, "Sai is my company commander, and of course I have the right to decide where he should go and what to do." ”

"Indeed, Yago Savitarion is your company commander, your soldier, and your heir." Ritsuka said this with a sad face, "But first of all, he is a person, not an object that belongs to you, and can be moved around as you like." Even between the superiors and subordinates with a mountain of military orders, you have to give him the most basic respect. ”

"I found something very interesting." Coetzes wasn't prepared to respond positively to this, "You didn't ......have any 'basic respect' for the eighteen of my heirs you caught earlier. ”

"I implore you to approach this issue with a proper attitude, instead of trying to change the subject." Rika picked up the coffee cup sadly, "Even if you take 10,000 steps back, you're still an adult, Conrad, count me begging you, how much more mature." ”

Coates squinted at Lixiang, who had brought the cup to her lips, and took a microsecond to figure out how fast she was drinking, deliberately stuck at an appropriate point in time to speak: "Considering that you claim to be 'forever seventeen' because your body will no longer grow over time, then by the same logic, based on the age of the shell, I am now six months old. ”

He watched with satisfaction as Rikka choked on coffee, coughing and pulling out a tissue to clean up the mess he had caused, and happily added, "Specifically, six months and seven days plus twenty-three hours, fifteen minutes and forty-seven seconds of Terra standard time." I'm young. ”

Sevita felt his brain go to a halt.

Although seeing his genetic father again was already like an unreal dream, everything that followed, including but not limited to seeing a small ship that was not imperial in style stopped behind the cargo station without him knowing it, meeting the forbidden army, seeing his genetic father being condemned and questioned by a mortal little girl, etc., the impact of any single thing was comparable to orbital bombardment. He has not had a brain overload until now, which is already a clear manifestation of Astarte's physiological tenacity.

"You're talking to a primordial. I advise you to be cautious in your words and deeds, so that you can behave yourself. ”

"—The memories and wisdom of the original body were used by you for this? Looking for some indifferent details to use to argue with me? ”

"Or else? Do we have any important tasks to tackle now? ”

"Isn't it? Apparently we were trying to rebuild your legion, but you yourself messed up beautifully in almost every part! ”

"—Calm down, two. Please remember what we are here for. The gold-armored giant, who had been serving as a backdrop, finally tried to take control of the scene before the main control room was really messed up, but apparently, this was not very popular with Coz.

"Shut up, forbidden army." He said, "It's none of your business here." ”

"I'm not a Praetorian Army." An emotionless tablet statement came from the golden helmet, "I've reiterated this—"

But when you look like a forbidden army, when you are equipped like a forbidden army, when you talk like a forbidden army, and when you act like a forbidden army, you can't blame others for calling you a forbidden army."

The golden giant wanted to make more arguments against Coetze's crookedness, but Rika stopped him with a wave of his hand:

"Alright, Somny, he's trying to toss all the people he can now, don't go his way. And thank you, I calmed down. ”

Somny nodded, unfettered and allowed herself to return to that backdrop, as if she had no mood swings at all. Rika took the opportunity to turn back to Coetze's direction: "Let's get back to the original topic. You've accused me of having some double standards in my treatment of Sevita Leon and the other Midnight Lords, and I admit it - and yet, why not? Is he the same as those who go around committing all sorts of crimes just because they like? ”

Rika Fujimaru asked sharply: "In the years that Yago Savitarion served as the Midnight Lord—you must know this better than I do, Conrad, and I hope you will think about it: for every atrocity he committed, for every trigger he pulled, for every life he lost, how much of his own will was in these acts?" And how much is it because you ask for it? ”

This is a deafening statement. Conrad Coetzes froze in place, grimacing, but didn't say a word. He did have some things to say, but he also knew that those things could be easily refuted by Rika Fujimaru.

"He loves you. Conrad. Your children love you. Rika Fujimaru sighed and said, "I think it's a heavy thing, but I know you probably don't care...... I don't expect you to choose to respond to that, but at the very least, respect these loves and don't treat them as objects to toss around as you please. ”

“…… I don't think so. Coetzes said very reluctantly.

Lixiang didn't pay much attention to him, just took the cup and saucer in front of him, and blew it out of the door like a gust of wind: "This is a suggestion, the choice is yours." ”

"Rika Fujimaru, you little annoyance!" Coetzes angrily spun his course with her movements, "You can't just throw down the 'choice' every time - where are you going?" ”

"Wash the dishes, change clothes, get dressed, go out, go shopping." She didn't look back, and said in the same ordinary tone as she reported her daily itinerary, "Although we brought the Storm Boundary up here for the sake of Sevitalyon, do you remember that we didn't come to this planet for him alone?" ”

She dropped the sentence and left, leaving the remaining three big men in the silent main control room.

The Forbidden Army has always been silent and will not take the initiative to speak, and Somny is still stunned and poked in place like a background board; Coates just stared viciously at the girl's back as she disappeared into the narrow hallway, not knowing what she was thinking; Recovering from a near-overloaded brainstorm, Sevita may have been the only one of them who was gradually feeling a little embarrassed, but before he could decide to say something to break the embarrassment, his genetic father had already spoken:

“…… I don't know. There was some rare deliberation and confusion in Kotz's voice, "Should I choose?" How to choose better? I can't see anything, can I be sure that I made the right choice? ”

He slowly shifted his gaze back to Sevita. It was as if he had seen something, and it seemed as if he was simply contemplating.

"Sai, how do you want to choose?" He seemed to be asking, and he seemed to be dreaming, "Are you going to leave with us?" Or do you choose to stay on this planet? If you choose the latter, follow her when she disembarks in a moment, and I won't bother you anymore. ”

He thought for a moment and added, "It's not a threat or a test...... It's a simple choice. I don't know, but like she said, I should probably try to respect your choice. ”

Sevita's brain, which had just recovered for a short time, was overloaded again: he was able to barely control him from shouting "Who are you?" What did you do to my genetic father? All that was left was his tenacious and tenacious desire to survive.

And his desire to survive is also crumbling under such impact.