162 The backlog of work will always be resolved by the most conscientious people in the department
ββ¦β¦ I really hope everything goes well. Rika Fujimaru said with a sigh as she lay idly on the edge of the porthole of the Makulag Tower.
"Everything is going according to plan." Sigismund, standing beside her, said.
A Black Templar Emperor Champion is clearly a better candidate to walk around than some subspace entity that is difficult to explain in terms of its existence, or a company commander with a batwing helmet on the head of a renegade. After several rounds of "friendly discussions", several members of the Storm Frontier finally decided to temporarily cede Rika Fujimaru's position as bodyguard to Sigismund - at least, until the next round of "friendly discussions" began.
"I don't know." Rika Fujimaru's tone was somewhat complaining, "I always feel that in the past few days since I woke up, there have been a lot of things that should be done in the plan that have not yet been done. β
Sigismund, who had indeed deliberately delayed his work, said of him: "In fact, you have completed a workload that is inappropriate for your current physical condition. You should think more about your health. β
"But put the things that need to be done there, and they won't go away on their own."
"This is a planet ruled by Lord Killiman. Theoretically, if you leave most of the things there, after a short period of time, Master Killiman will naturally make them disappear. β
Fujimaru Rika turned back inexplicably and stared at Sigismund in surprise.
"Wait a minute, are you that the person?" She was very surprised and said, "Or did I really bring you bad...... No, did I push my job like that at that time? β
Sigismund still did not reply positively: "You need to rest. Not to mention your previous physical condition, you should also be aware that you are now just a more fragile mortal - you need to get at least eight hours of sleep and adequate nutrition a day, and you should not work dozens of hours on a row as you used to do. β
This is talking about things in the fantasy world, although it is fake, but at that time, Fujimaru Rika had the physical fitness of the original body level after all, so it was just an easy thing to turn in such a continuous shaft. Even so, Rika Fujimaru still wanted to refute: "This is your stereotype, even the humans of my time were not so fragile-"
"What vulnerability?" Another voice floated down from above them.
It was Corax perched on top of the sconce. After leaving Kiriman's room, which had been transformed by special runes, in other areas of heavy curtains and stable reality, he had to reduce the power he had projected into reality, turning his image back into a normal ravenβat least this time, he remembered that the raven was a creature with only two eyes.
No, wait a minute, he didn't remember. Rika Fujimaru was so sure after a brief observation. He simply closed the other three "superfluous" eyes on top of his head that were not properly positioned to make their presence less apparent.
While Rika Fujimaru was observing this, Coraks was also observing Sigismund closely. But regardless of whether he came to any conclusions or not, he did not express any clear opinion on it, but jumped from the wall lamp to the railing on the other side of the corridor, and looked at Fujimaru Rika who had turned around following his path, briefly explaining his previous question: "I said before that there are some 'understandable normal differences' between you and the 'ordinary people' now. β
Apparently deciding that this level of hint was sufficient, he folded his wings and stretched out his head to wait for an answer. For Fujimaru Ritsuka, there was nothing bad to say, but she still looked around left and right, making sure that there was no one else nearby, before she explained in a low voice:
"Didn't I say I came from another universe, and in that timeline, I was born 2,000 A.D. β not missing a zero or something. In this concept of the universe, if I were to be genetically tested, I would have found that I was an ancient human who should have become a fossil. β
"That is, there is a lack of necessary antibodies to many of the environments or epidemics that are common in the Empire." Sigismund added an unnecessary explanation to the side, "She is also weaker than the average mortal of the Empire in terms of physique and physical strength, and even the slightest radiation will affect her health." β
"I think you're a little too loud." Fujimaru Rika's face was expressionless, "I'm a woman who can drink Rieman Ruth at a Fenris-style banquet!" β
"It's in a fantasy, it doesn't count, and you're in a three-day period of depression." Sigismund retorted, "The reality is that you can't even go to the airport right now to check the progress of the Imperial Dream cleanup, which is already overloaded with radiation for you. β
"βAs long as I wear a hazmat suitβ"
"βI'm sure the Janissaries will take care of this." Sigismund ignored Rika Fujimaru's furious plea, "You should learn to trust your work to someone from another department." β
"But if you're genotyped as 'ancient humans,'" Corax apparently had a different focus on the matter, "then can you start some ...... of the Dark Tech Age?"
ββ¦β¦ The Emperor let me try it under the palace. Rika Fujimaru shrugged, "The answer is yes, but only some inconsequential civilian equipment can be used." It's fun to have a portable projection in the dark tech era, and the virtual reality device is fun, but as soon as I want to turn on the things that work better, they pop up a note telling me: I'm not authenticated, 'not enough permissions.'" Overall, this feature is of little use other than the ability to adjust the product manual. β
Corax shook his feathers regretfully, and said nothing more. Then he turned his head to the side, as if waiting for something to appear. After a few seconds of this, Fujimaru Rika realized from the mechanical sound of the door sliding open from that direction, and the heavy footsteps of the power armor, that Kiliman, who had finished his equipment and put on the armor of fate again, had finally come out of his arsenal.
"I hope you didn't have to wait long." The Imperial Regent was a little absent-minded, "This armor comes with an additional life support system, so it needs to be worn for a longer period of time. β
"We didn't have to wait long." Fujimaru Rika responded in a natural manner, "We all understand that you need a little time to build up your mind. β
Killiman cast a slightly angry look downward, but then touched his face uncomfortably and unconsciously: "Am I so nervous?" β
"I guess. After all, this is a celebration of the reunion of dozens of the best heirs you've ever missed in the 10,000 years you've been asleep. Fujimaru Ritsuka's smile seemed a little narrow, "I'll be nervous if I treat others with myself." β
This made Killiman realize that he had been exposed by a false shot. This made his next counterattack a little annoyed and angry in the eyes of others: "You just wear this? β
"I don't need to sit in the seat at the banquet." Rika Fujimaru, who was wearing only a normal formal uniform, shrugged her shoulders and fiddled with the bracelet on her wrist, and a virtual image-like streamer quickly covered her entire body, making her look like she was wearing an intricate rococo dress.
- Immediately afterward, the little girl raised her hand and said "yes" to the imperial regent. And in the recent past, Kiriman had used similar tactics to fool the ministers who had come to the meeting with him to show that he was not unable to take off the armor of fate, and it was difficult to make any effective rebuke for this.
This question was gently let go, and Fujimaru Rika happily turned to the side of Corax: "Aren't you coming?" Just show your face, we don't have to sit in the main seat anyway, we can leave for ten or twenty minutes and leave. β
"Nope." Raven flapped his wings a little embarrassed, "I still want to...... Why don't I go and see the original cast heirs in the fleet that are based on my genes. β
As he said this, he quickly disappeared from where he wasβas if he were in a hurry to escape from somewhere.
Miwoo (forgot to time the cute mess pass)
(End of chapter)