Sevita was grinning in the infirmary in the mirror.

It's not that he's suddenly discovering his innocence, it's that he's going to have to make his future self look a little more neat - he doesn't really care about it himself, but Joan of Arc Alter cares. The process of being forcibly brought over by his own power armor is really uncomfortable, and since this is the case, then he doesn't mind following the will of this partner who is usually invisible, and completing this thing that is actually dispensable for him.

The initiator of Yago Sevitaleon's obligation, grinning in front of the mirror, perched on top of a drip stand, looked down on what was happening in the small room with five crimson eyes. He didn't speak, he didn't even speak, but in every eye it was clearly written: This is not the end of the story.

I knew it wouldn't be that simple. Sevita sighed and turned her attention back to the mirror where his face had been torn from his helmet on, and tried to put her face back together.

It's hard to tell the whole story, and the scene was so chaotic. When Kellia appeared with the raven wrapped up in her clothes, everyone present was stunned for a moment by this unenvisioned development - perhaps including the raven itself, but for the original body, they had a speed of thought that ordinary people could not imagine, so the time it took to react from it was almost negligible.

Then he let out a very "raven" cry (which was really loud and ugly), and with ease he tore the wrap of his clothes and broke free from Kelya's arms. Sevita didn't know what the others were doing, only that he had ordered the chainsaw halberd, which was made of the same magic as the armor he was wearing, to manifest in the air out of some visceral fear, and then he was hit in the face by something black and glowing red, and his cheeks were torn in sharp pain from the creak of the helmet.

Although if it weren't for Joan of Arc Alter unleashed some of the Revenge Fire in time to force him back, and one of Sevita's eyeballs was expected to be reimbursed in the next moment, but in terms of the result, he was not seriously injured. He had indeed been torn apart by the raven in one face, but it was only a flesh wound. For Space Marines, their own healing abilities are enough for wounds of similar depth to scab over in seconds and heal on their own in two or three days. If a similar wound wasn't on his face, he wouldn't bother to deal with it, even if his partner urged him to do so.

"You're so dark, my dear good uncle." He cautiously tore open the blood scabs that had held the misplaced skin in place, pressed the rest back into place, and waited for them to be fixed again by a new round of blood clotting, and then continued to look at the raven on top of the drip rack with a strange yin and yang, "I know that there are many old feuds between you and us, but isn't it a bit too much to not even say hello?" ”

This could obviously be seen as a provocation, but the Raven still did not speak to it, but only let out some muffled cooing, probably to express his displeasure. Sevita was a little confused for a moment, although, according to Rika Fujimaru, this was of course the original Corvacs Corax of the Raven Guard, or at least, a part of him. But...... Ten thousand years later, he wouldn't really think of himself as a raven now, would he?

Sevita, who had not yet found a result, turned back to the mirror with this suspicion, and at the same time, someone pushed from his side a small, flat round jar with a slight pleasant aroma, which looked like some kind of ointment he did not recognize.

"I said I don't-" thought it was Joan of Arc. With a little impatience, Alter's Sevita turned her head in that direction. But what he saw was Arjuna, who looked reluctant with his arms crossed.

"It's a scar ointment that is applied to the scar after the wound has healed." He said to Sevita, "Considering that you sometimes need to be around the Lord to perform escort duties, you should at least pay a minimum attention to your appearance. ”

"Say this as if you were her butler." Sevita muttered reluctantly, determined to make Arjuna hear clearly, "I'm just a rat crawling out of the gutter, and I'll have to go back to the gutter after all the rounds." Why do you have to arrange yourself according to the standards of princes and nobles? ”

"Because I'm a prince and nobleman, and I can't get used to it. If you need to know that. Arjuna said calmly, "I think my lord is worthy of all this, or to put it bluntly, I don't think you are worthy of my lord." ”

Sevita stared at the other party disgruntled for a few seconds, then took away the small canister he brought, "I don't quarrel with the volcano. ”

Arjuna raised her brow a little dangerously, but before he could speak, Sevita, who turned back to the mirror and looked at herself, added, "I don't have anything to argue with that." Maybe the Sevita who left me with this power armor deserves to stand by her side, but I'm nothing but a sinner. ”

The mirror faithfully reflected Sevita's unarmored hands, bright red blood imprinted on all of his fingers, which were covered with old scars. In the past, those hands had been tortured by physical "red gloves", and the embedded torture instruments tore and tortured his hands all the time until his body was completely gone; Now, their original form has apparently found something newer to embody his unique aesthetic of judgment and punishment.

The reds were not dyed red by the new blood that had come out of his face after he had torn open the scabs on his face, but they were there with some supernatural power, bringing with them an eternal and vivid pain, an indelible imprint, a permanent reminder of the sins he had committed in the past.

Killing, killing relatives, torture not for punishment, stupidity, blind obedience—above all, blind obedience.

He was too blind to his genetic father. He made a lot of mistakes under Conrad Coetze's erroneous orders, and even if he knew it was wrong, he would try to convince himself that it was an order from the Primordial, and the Primordial could not be wrong. He was even willing to pull the trigger on his homeland for this, and slaughtered those in the fleet who were unwilling to carry out this order. In fact, he knew in his heart that he shouldn't have done this, but if he did it again, he felt that he would still do it.

He had nothing to argue about the rebellion against the Empire. The Eighth Legion has always been on the fringes of the Empire, and who would love an army of sinners and prisoners? Of course, there are various other reasons for this, but the result is predestined: in the Empire, they will always be treated coldly. As for the crimes committed against the other loyal legions, which have been seen on the battlefield, is it necessary to speak of gentleness and frugality?

In this way, almost all of the more serious crimes committed by him can be classified as "knowingly committing crimes, and the crime is added to the first degree". He doesn't regret it, but he also doesn't claim that his life is above board. As he himself said, he is a rat crawling out of the gutter, and the only way to end up is to return to the gutter.

However, the dreamlike "Sevita" is different. This one Sevita doesn't want to mention more, it will only reflect how miserable his own life is. But at the very least, the other Sevita could tell everyone that he had kept his Nostramo, his homeland, his comrades, and his mortal blood relatives who might or may not be there. From an objective point of view, it was really beautiful, and it didn't even look like a battle that the Midnight Lord could fight.

It's irritating to think about it any more. Sevita forced her mind back to focus on the status quo. From the outside world's point of view, he just looked at his current messy face for a few more seconds after the end of his sentence, and then spoke again: "Speaking of which, since you even pick and choose the appearance of the guards around her, why don't you say a few more bad things about the Inquisitor to her?" This way we can deal with this instability in peace. ”

"The Lord has made a decision." Arjuna said calmly, "In that case, what we should do is to carry it out, not to use all those treacherous means to try to change the decision itself." ”

"You're right, but I'm watching—" Sevita tore off another scab that needed to be adjusted as she spoke, "—I didn't think this 'decision' was appropriate. ”

"I don't think there's anything wrong with it." The white-clothed Hero's tone suddenly became stiff, "Is it just because Inquisitor Hastings planned an assassination attempt against the Master?" ”

"Isn't that 'inappropriate' enough?" Sevita felt a little inexplicable, "Ten thousand steps back, not to mention her current importance in the entire empire, how could anyone put this kind of time bomb that could really kill him by his side?" ”

Turning to this topic, Arjuna's attitude softened a little, but he still refused to let go: "In my opinion, this just reflects her tolerance again." If she didn't have this bearing, she would not have been able to become the recognized lord of the whole Chaldeans. ”

"But aren't you worried about 'something happening'? It is likely that she made a bad decision in this matter. ”

"That's why she needs us around." Arjuna replied calmly, "Anyway, she's just a 'person'. People make mistakes, and no one can always be right. The decisions she made could be right or wrong, and no one could say for sure until things got to the point where the results would be visible. What we need to do is stop what is going to happen next before we notice that the whole thing is sliding towards a bad outcome. ”

"That doesn't sound right." Sevita put together the last piece of his flesh and wiped his face with a wet towel, now he looked much more normal, no longer so intimidating, just like half of his face was jagged with a blood-red cobweb, "If I were a little more cultured, I might accuse you of being a little 'foolish'." ”

"I've read some of the relevant records, and from my superficial understanding, you're not qualified to say that." In the face of Sevita's yin and yang aura, Arjuna fought back without moving, "Besides, she herself has predicted this. She'd entrusted some of her most trusted Heroic Spirits to ......"

He didn't say any more, because at this time, he had simply repaired the Joan of Arc of his spiritual base. Alter stepped out of the suite inside.

"I know about it." She said very angrily, "And I'll put it here, and you'll have to get past me first." ”

Miwoo (six o'clock)

(End of chapter)