Ten thousand years ago, Sevita was already accustomed to the whims of her genetic father. So, though he was shocked by this request in every sense, he was able to maintain a proper calm on the surface, and persuaded himself to get to work at once.

The first problem he encountered was that the Storm Frontier was a small ship designed and built with mortal users in mind, and it didn't feel like a place for the original body to bathe. Secondly, Sevita was skeptical that the ship would be able to assemble a team of servants who could serve the original body and unarmour - rather, he hadn't seen a single servant on the ship.

He thought for a few seconds with his Astarte-class brain, and decided to ask Joan of Arc the first question about the self-proclaimed "old member". Alter。 In fact, Sevita had personally surveyed during this time, and the public bathroom space on the Storm Frontier was not small, but his Astarte-class brain was very reluctant to let his genetic father "suffer such grievances".

Then, having listened to the question, Joan of Arc Alter replied without thinking, "Simulation room." ”

Sevita almost thought she had misheard: "What? ”

"Simulation room." Joan of Arc S. Alter's attitude is right, "Guess why it's not called a 'simulation room', of course because it can simulate everything." ”

“…… But this way, isn't it okay? Sevita vaguely felt that something was not right, but she couldn't tell what was wrong. Considering that he had just come out of confinement, he guessed that it would be better for him to behave well in a short period of time.

Joan of Arc S. Alter gave him a look of obvious impatience: "What's so bad?" I said yes, of course it can be used, what do you do as a big man, mother-in-law, mother-in-law? ”

Ten minutes later, he stood blankly in the steamy simulation room, staring at a hot spring area with beautiful scenery and pleasant ecology, with bluestone paths nearby and birds and insects chirping in the distance.

…… Well, it's not what he imagined, but it's okay.

In the past, he didn't have the conditions and didn't care, so he didn't understand the corresponding culture, and Sevita's heart didn't fluctuate. After a brief exploration of this virtual environment, I was quite satisfied.

Then, standing in front of the small pond of the hot spring, it quickly became two people, Sevita and Coz.

"Do you need me to call some more people to serve you? My lord? Out of the previous inertia, the previous company commander asked this sentence very naturally. However, Coetzes simply waved his hand in disgust and expressed his refusal to him in body language.

As the heir of the Legion, he probably shouldn't continue to refute. But here it was Sevita, so he asked suspiciously, "But, your armor—"

Before he could fully say this, he swallowed it himself. He watched as the "Nightmare Cloak" that had been perfectly wrapped around Coetze's body suddenly began to disintegrate from the edges into golden particles, dissipating ethereal with the slightest disturbance of the air current. Beneath the dull golden light of the armor dissolved revealed the pale carcass of the Father of Genes, which was no different in appearance from any of the unpigmented Nostramos, and even Savita's own—but, for the Genetic Offspring, there was some indescribable attraction in it.

Luckily or unfortunately, before Sevita could do something he would consider inappropriate, Coetzes had his back to his company commander and quickly dived into the pool of the hot springs.

Even if Sevita was close enough to his own Primordial, facing a naked Primordial like this was a rare experience for him. Sevita could see that the pool was the right size and depth for Koz, allowing the four-meter-tall proto-body to sit unhindered on the edge of the pool, with the water remaining roughly above its chest. But actually, his attention was almost entirely away from that—damn it, he just couldn't take his damn gaze away from the original body that was grabbing his long, ink-black hair from the water and resting them on his shoulder.

He had to take a few deep breaths to force himself not to show too much interest in the small patch of hair behind Koz's neck, which was perennially obscured by his hair, almost never revealed, and therefore almost transparent. After confirming that he had adjusted his emotions, he finally dared to kneel down on the stone slab that was warmed by the pool water, ready to carry out the task assigned to him by the original body.

- Even though a mission requires sponge balls and shower gel to complete, it's still weird for Astarte.

Although this was the original person's request, his interest was not high to the naked eye, and all of Sevita's actions were infected by this emotion, and they became quick, light, and cautious. Perhaps because of what was documented in a disgraceful video, Conrad Coetze's current hygiene is not very bad. Sevita took a comb and gently combed the long hair that looked a little frizzy due to the neglect of the original body, and spent about half an hour cleaning and maintaining it in strict accordance with the process.

At the same time, he still had to be careful to peek at the look of the original body. In his experience, half an hour was enough to cause some dissatisfaction or boredom on Coats, but fortunately, this time he didn't seem very happy, but he didn't explicitly show similar emotions.

"Sevita." He just said very suddenly, "I'm sorry. ”

The bottle of conditioner fell into the pool with a "grunt". Sevita's mouth opened wide in surprise like a fool, and her mind nearly stopped. Before he could try to find something that could be properly spoken, Coetze, who had opened the topic for no reason, became angry:

"Shut up!" He twisted his head violently, and said viciously, his long wet hair being thrown out by inertia, sticking to his pale, emaciated back, where his spine could almost be seen clearly, "I see what you're about to say—"

But in an instant, his expression hesitated again, and then he stared thoughtfully at Sevita's terrified face.

"—but would you really say that?" There was a clear doubt in the primordial tone.

"I don't know," Sevita replied with difficulty, struggling to drive her vocal cords and mouth, muttered in tension, "I don't know what you're talking about, sir. ”

For a moment, Sevita was convinced that there was an expression on Koz's face that used to be on his face. The emotional color it embodies is very subtle, and only the Midnight Lord, who is closest to the original body and knows the father of his genes, can barely interpret it, and the meaning it represents is very unfortunate and extremely general, even Sevita can't understand the deep meaning in many cases. At the very least, he understands the message that the original body is trying to convey through this expression, consciously or unconsciously: you should understand.

It's a pity that Sevita doesn't understand many times. The same goes for more Midnight Lords, and this time too.

But then he realized that the expression that should have lasted for a while was only a flash from Koz's face this time. In the midst of the steam, the dark eyes that should have been staring at him were meaninglessly fixed in contemplation—and then, he spoke again.

“…… Rika Fujimaru was right. As if to say to Sevita, as if to say to himself, "It's always hard to admit your mistakes. ”

“…… What? Sevita couldn't help but let out a confused voice.

By this time he had already felt in his mind: his primordial would suddenly give him such a strange order, and forbid him to summon the other brothers to assist, just to reasonably enjoy a period of time when he could be alone with him, and silence would not seem too awkward. But even with that, he still didn't know what Coates was apologizing to him.

"Don't pretend, you know what happened before." Coates waved his hand impatiently and lifted a small string of water droplets into the air, "In the time since I got back from the Talon of Destruction, I've thought a lot—"

He froze for a moment, as if deliberating whether to reveal all his thoughts to his closest heirs, but in the end, he gave up.

He just made a concluding conclusion:

"—I tried to look at my past life from a different perspective, and I came to the conclusion that I was undoubtedly a great failure, whether as a primordial, a legionnaire, or a father."

You've finally come to realize that this is so obvious. Sevita, who couldn't cry or laugh, said in her heart.

He knew he shouldn't put the overly sharp words into words, but he wasn't going to be silent.

Born in the streets of Nostra Mordi's Hive and raised among the gangsters, his cold, spicy, and sharp sense of humor was ingrained in his bones before he joined the Legion, and the atmosphere of the Midnight Lord himself allowed him to hone the craft even more proficiently throughout his military life.

He should have had 10,000 witticisms about it—in a more positive sense, or a more euphemistic package of negative emotions—waiting in line for him to spit them out, but in reality, the inexplicable heaviness of emotion seemed to be pressed against his chest like a huge stone, and his throat tightened with it, and he couldn't even make a sound.

"So, I'm sorry, Sevita." "I'm not going to ask for your forgiveness, or any of the Midnight Lords," Coates repeated. I just ......"

He was short of words, and the "you should understand" expression unconsciously appeared on his face again, but at the same time, he was also thinking.

At that moment, the company commander realized that his original body was trying to explain his thoughts that he had disdained to explain.

“…… I don't understand. My lord. Sevita spoke, barely noticing that her voice was choked and frighteningly hoarse, "I don't understand, but I don't care. It's okay if you can't fully explain it for a while, and there's still a long way to go – I'll be there for you for as long as you want. ”

Sevita barely knew what she was talking about. After these words, he wanted to slap himself twice. The Primordial didn't immediately make any clear indication about it, but after a few seconds of silence that seemed centuries to Sevita, Koz nodded.

"Thank you." He said briefly.

Today there is no more (Migu). The public platform really limits my contribution.

In fact, the simulated things in the simulation room stand out as both real and illusory. Most people use this place purely as a projection of the atmosphere, but it's not like no one is in it to hunt wild boars for the Master to eat (that's your dog). I don't really want to take the proprietress to the Storm Border for a few words, so let's just assume that the simulated hot spring is real (you).

Also, if you really go to a public hot spring, you are not allowed to learn from Xiao Sai and Coz.

(End of chapter)