"Anyway, you see, I didn't go to play cards with Mr. Digris for nothing."

In the Lionmane's interrogation room, the lighting provided a little brighter. Rika Fujimaru, who was in a wheelchair, was gently waving a thick parchment file with ultramarine and white Ultramarines insignia certified to everyone present, including the prisoners who had been liberated from their senses.

Inquisitor Hastings squinted, trying to focus his still somewhat blurry vision on the file. He had served on the Regent's psionic council for thirty-two years, and had some access to some of the Ultramarine's internal archives. Therefore, he quickly recognized from the format of the header that it clearly belonged to a category of "investigative reports", and what exactly it was investigating - the inquisitor's injured eye was indeed a little inconvenient, but not too blind to recognize his own photograph.

A slight sense of foreboding came over him: "What's that?" Where did you get it from? ”

He actually had the answer in his heart, but he still had the last faint hope, until Fujimaru Rika replied lightly and completely shattered it: "It's an index of records and archives of your service under the Imperial Regent, plus a little peer evaluation or something." I said I wanted to know what kind of person you were, and Mr. Digris gave me this. ”

Of course, the actual process was not so lightly stated, and she also had some verbal maneuvers with the director of the think tank, but it was too cumbersome to expand. So, she directly collapsed all the above into a definite result: "What's more, in the process of the person's job transfer, it is not a matter of course to send an employee resume from the original position to the new position." ”

"What did you say?" Inquisitor Hastings cried out.

"I've brought you over from the Psionic Council, and the Chairman has agreed to this." Rika Fujimaru put the stack of papers back on her lap, not bothering to look at them at all, "Of course, it depends on what you mean." If you don't want to come, you can go back with this file and return it to the Ultramarine's archives as if nothing happened today. ”

"What's this trick?"

"It's not a 'trick.'" Rika Fujimaru calmly explained, "From my point of view, there is a psyker girl on my ship who has just awakened her talent, and she needs a teacher who can safely and correctly guide her abilities; From the point of view of the Regent of the Empire, his political wisdom tells him that he cannot trust anyone or anything 100%, that he must plan for anyone's betrayal or the failure of any plan, and that he will want to put someone around me who does not trust me so much as his eyeliner, and I don't care, and even welcomes that. You happen to be a good fit for both of the above. ”

Sevita shifted uneasily to the side.

"With all due respect, Miss." He seemed a little reluctant to speak, but the next sentence flowed as if he had been rehearsed hundreds of times in private, "In the course of political games, there are times when we do have to (he reluctantly bites the word heavily) to welcome another camp of spies on our side for some reason. But we will also select a more suitable candidate under the premise of conditions. ”

"Judge Sybil Hastings, Order of the Holy Hammer, Purity, psionic, but also wary of psionic power itself, and a little overly cautious about all 'imperial miracles' for his own reasons and past experiences." Fujimaru Rika pretended to flip through the file on her lap, but in fact she only memorized the above brief information, "I'm pretty sure he meets the needs of both parties perfectly, maybe we can't find a more suitable person than him in a short time." ”

"Don't change the subject, you know I didn't mean that." In desperation, Sevita chose to get to the point: "Generally speaking, we don't think that a guy who might cause a personal safety issue for an important person is a 'good person'. ”

"—Sibylla." At about the same time as this sentence, Inquisitor Hastings couldn't help but speak up, correcting a pronunciation error about his own name. The phrase was obviously followed by some of the more unfriendly words, but was overshadowed by Sevita, who suddenly raised her voice.

"That's okay, I'm hard." Rika Fujimaru shrugged her shoulders indifferently at this, then turned to the other side, "Sorry I mispronounced, I didn't notice this note......"

"What's the sound change, your country accent from nowhere—"

"Nearly 40,000 years ago, the word was indeed more widely read as 'Sybil,' which, by the way, was still a female name at the time, and was passed down as the name of a famous witch prophet." Fujimaru Rika once again tilted the topic indifferently, "Speaking of which, I'm quite curious: it is said that names can affect a person's fate, so Inquisitor Hastings, do you have any special talent for prophecy?" ”

The Inquisitor himself looked strongly offended, and kept his mouth shut and said nothing. But it was Sevita who said, "It's the first time I've heard of this. ”

"Ranmaroke maybe, after all, this kind of trivial historical knowledge is still relatively unpopular, but you certainly are not." Rika Fujimaru, who is well aware that Sevita is now carrying a Fantasy Booster, points out that "the third sentence of Mozart's Requiem on the Day of Wrath, the Sibylla of 'as David and Sibylla describes,' is the Latin form of the word Sibyl. I didn't expect the latter's spelling to be pronounced in the same way as the former—"

"—we shouldn't have to focus on one name." "It seems that we were discussing what to do with this inquisitor who has clearly crossed the line. ”

Judging by his unkind wording, it was clear that he was still angry about the fact that the Thinker array on his ship had been attacked by the Technocrats. But for Rika Fujimaru, who didn't know about it, she finally realized that the reason why the Inquisitor appeared in the interrogation room on the Lion's Mane didn't seem to be just because "Sevita borrowed a place from a cousin who barely knew him".

"Speaking of which, I haven't asked you about your attitude yet." She struggled to turn the wheelchair in the direction of the Dark Angel, "What were you going to do before I made the decision to take him to my ship?" ”

This question, which had no meaning in itself, suddenly tied Ranmarlock's train of thought. I don't know what he thought during this time, but the end result was that the breathing grid, which was very similar to the knight's armor, was silent for a full two seconds, and then reluctantly held back a sentence: "It's all up to you." ”

This completely unexpected answer made Fujimaru Ritsuka stunned suddenly, but Sevita behind her immediately laughed loudly without any scruples. The girl in the wheelchair didn't react at all to what was happening, and the two Space Marines present had already begun, or rather, finally, to argue with each other on the pretext.

In a series of "Look at your cowardice! "Aren't you good? In the cacophony of such noises, Rika Fujimaru let out a long sigh and turned to the prisoner locked in the center of the room again: "How is it?" Inquisitor Hastings, are you coming? ”

The Inquisitor, who had also witnessed all this farce, tightened his face, and the determined look in his eyes clearly indicated that he had found for himself the next task to be explored, studied, and carried out.

"Yes." "But I advise you to be mentally prepared, sooner or later I'll dig up all your details and show them to everyone." ”

Inquisitor Hastings is now very skeptical that this "little girl" named Rika Fujimaru has mastered some technology to tamper with the consciousness of others without knowing it, and even the interstellar soldiers will be tricked.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to explain to himself what he had just seen.

Miwoo (six o'clock)

In fact, at the beginning, I wrote a small mental essay about Ranmaroke's in two seconds, but the more I wrote, the more funny it became, highlighting a person who thought a lot but completely fought with the air...... I don't feel like I'm not sure of the degree, it's no longer like a Space Marine, but like the queen mother, I don't want to give it to the big girl who was selected this year, so I deleted it (peacefully).

All in all, it's probably such a central idea, please get involved, make up for it yourself (you).

(End of chapter)