“…… I'm supposed to cut every muscle of yours, break every bone, and pull your tongue out. Sevita's breath was slightly unsteady as she said this, "That way, maybe you can learn how to be silent and respectful." ”

It's not cruel, he can do it. Sevita thought to herself.

He could have done that. Rika Fujimaru has a full schedule, so it's a safe time, and no one is going to pop up to stop him right now. In fact, he had intended to do this, and he had even done it to other people in the past. He knew exactly how to physically and mentally break a person's knees and spine at the same time, completely destroying a person's spirit and will, and making them submissive.

Fear is not an end but a means, but it is often overused and prone to indulge in a false dominance. Sevita understands the former and agrees with the former, the teachings of the Father of Genes should be remembered, but he is also honest with himself, and he will not say that he does not enjoy the latter at all.

He used to have finished products. For a moment, he missed the obedient little crow a little, but in the next second, a sense of disgust that was not entirely his belonged came to him.

At first realizing this anomaly, Sevita instinctively suspected that he had been drilled into his head by some subspace thing, but soon he remembered that he should confidently remove the word "doubt". Since Jestal's departure, there has indeed been some "subspace-based" knowledge and experience that has haunted and overlapped in his memory, and the "other Sevita" may not have been as completely "let go" as he first thought.

It is true that Sevita's mind has not been disturbed by her other self until now, but what emerges here is an emotional reaction that has been written into the subconscious by her other self. The unconscious consciousness reveals an underlying logic that the subject has never been discovered, and for whatever reason, the other Sevita has no less blood and sin on his hands, but is indeed resisting him from putting his dark and cruel ideas into practice.

Maybe the other party's bottom line is a little higher than the real self. Sevita thought unconcernedly.

So, in a fit of rage, Savita chose to beat Sahar, who was trapped in place and unable to resist. It's not that he doesn't want to commit crimes against the wind, in fact, this bit of psychological resistance doesn't really bother him, but it does calm him down a little bit at that point in time. It was Asclepius who really quenched this impulse when he calmed down and crossed his mind in an instant.

- Don't mess with anyone, don't mess with the doctor, this is also a very correct survival wisdom among the Midnight Lords. On the Storm Frontier, it was unwritten, but the vast majority of its crew, including Rika Fujimaru herself, followed it as iron discipline for various reasons. Sevita didn't want to wake up one day and suddenly find that some of the parts on her body had been taken away, and turn around to see them on Sahar's body again.

He was convinced that he had restrained his actions because of this. By no means because he didn't want to see Rika Fujimaru's frowning and condemning gaze a few hours later.

Sevita sat down on the bed in her cell (actually a dirt platform raised above the ground) and sighed. He heard Sahar's little rustling noise from the pain on his body, and he could realize that the other party was trying to restrain his subconscious moaning reaction due to the pain, but he didn't really care if the other person was quietly enduring it or yelling over this trivial matter. He didn't really keep his hands around when he hit people, but Astarte was tough enough. Sevita knew in her heart that this "small injury" just looked scary, but when it was actually diagnosed, Asclepius didn't even bother to look at it. In just half an hour, Sahar's bruises will heal on their own.

Anyway, he just wanted to vent his anger. He was completely angry, but the other party's words did poke at his sore spot. He did disappear from the Legion after Salamas's expedition, missing out on all the important parts that happened after that, and he was ashamed and outraged by whether or not it was to be blamed on Sevita herself.

"What the hell do you want from me?" Sahar's voice interrupted his thoughts.

Sevita immediately realized that he had messed everything up if measured by a normal interrogation. He didn't care about that, though, because the answer he had given the last time he asked a question, which sounded very much like some kind of rhetoric, was actually true:

"I said, I'm not angry, so I'm here to beat you up." He repeated wistfully, "You'd better just admit your bad luck, because if I had calmed down sooner, you would have been freed from these painless torments." ”

The pain Sahar inflicted on Sahar was far from effective, and it didn't seem to have any immediate intention of increasing it further. For Sahar, this was a wordless signal in his favor, and the atmosphere was subtly softened, and the relationship between the interrogator and the interrogator became blurred. Even now, it was not the former company commander of the Midnight Lord's Legion and his successors who were sitting in the cell that were far inferior to him, and the natural rivalry between them was eliminated in this atmosphere of depression.

Right now, there are only two losers in this cell, the late king, the idiots who are absent from the important moments of the legion for various reasons. The difference is that Saivita knows what she's missing, but Sahar doesn't yet.

Knowing that the other party didn't know anything about what was happening gave Sevita a dark joy in her heart, a sense of arrogance and comfort that she was alone. Once again, the winner's mentality returned to him, allowing him to quickly recover from the frustration of being reminded. When he looked up and looked at Sahar again, he could be sure that he still looked like the formidable prince of the crows.

But Sahar was not frightened, or he held on, and did not show any weakness. When he spoke again, he asked a question that Sevita hadn't predicted: "Are you really the Yago Sevitaleone I know?" ”

"What's this stupid question?" Sevita almost burst out laughing, "I don't care what you think. Do I have to spend the energy to prove to a punching bag that I'm myself? ”

"Because if you are, you should make it an important goal to reunite and restrain the Legion in this era." Ignoring Saivita's attempt to provoke his anger with contempt once again, Sahar presented his point with commendable clarity, "Perhaps, just maybe, you are more prestigious in the Legion than I am, and I can transfer to you the bequest of our Father of Genes." ”

Sevita didn't know what Sahar had been thinking about in this short period of time, but he did understand what he meant, and he couldn't help but laugh - and laughed maniacally: "Night King, O Eternal Night of Nostramo, Sahar, do you want to negotiate terms with me?" ”

This did infuriate Sahar even further, and it was easy to see this from his expression. But to his credit, he still barely managed to remain calm and restrained in his tone: "I thought it could, unless you had fallen so far as to be willing to abandon your father's relics." In this way, the legendary first company commander of the Night Bat Council is no more than Erer. ”

He paused for a moment and added reluctantly: "What's more, the 'Night King's Crown' is a symbol of the right to rule, and those who hold it are the legitimate heirs of the entire legion. I'll admit that you're more likely than I am to succeed in uniting the warbands formed after the Legion splits, and a symbolic relic of the original will make this go even better. There is no doubt about it. ”

He didn't understand what was going on, he just told the truth what he was convinced of. He didn't really want to give away the Night King's Crown, but so what? Lies, deception, and betrayal are as natural as breathing among the Midnight Lords, and he really needs to be freed from his cage and retrieve his armor. It would have been better if he had managed to trick someone into helping him get Mita out of the old witch of Verchak's ship.

Unfortunately, after he said this, Sevita just laughed harder.

"I apologize, but—for the Emperor's sake!" He covered his eyes with his palms, but he couldn't stop the corners of his mouth distorted by smiles and scars, "Why do you still think that thing has any 'symbolic meaning'?" Is it true that the Inquisition Black Ship is closed, or is the Death Watch business too busy? Gosh, are you really not aware of what you missed half a year ago? ”

Sahar's laughter was uncomfortable, and this time the main reason was clearly not because he was being slighted. He began to suspect that he had missed something important during the Black Ship's subspace voyage, and he couldn't help but feel agitated. His knowledge told him that he should not show this agitation in this very moment. It could be some kind of trap in conversation, or maybe nothing happened, and it doesn't cost to make up a little nonsense. Sevita just wanted to use this tactic to stir his emotions and make him irrational, thus creating some kind of offensive flaw in his mind - but *30K Terra's foul mouth* he couldn't be rational in the current situation!

"What? What do you mean? Sahar gritted his teeth, convinced that he had stepped into a well-designed trap.

He cursed his stupidity in his heart, but he couldn't help it. Sevita was clearly a Midnight Lord of Midnight Lords, and the former company commander knew exactly what kind of scum and criminals he was leading over, and he knew exactly what they wanted most. This was a conspiracy against Sahar, and he could have chosen not to set foot on it, but for a desperate trapped beast like him, there was often only one way in front of him. Even though everyone knew in their hearts that the path would lead to a trap that would lead him to death, he still had to move forward.

"What do you mean that 'the Night King's crown no longer has a symbolic meaning'? What exactly are you implying that?? ”

Sahar leaned forward hard, just to get a little closer to Sevita. The venom on the whip and the bruises from the beatings were suddenly unimportant in the rage of the moment, the chains rattling with Sahar's movements, the iron collar around his neck embedded deep in his flesh, and the smell of blood from the depths of his throat filled his mouth again. No Nightchild could tolerate such insinuations and blasphemy—at least he did—and as such, no Nightchild should make such a rebellious statement.

"Yago Sevitalyon! Have you even turned your back on the teachings of the Father of Genes?! ”

Sahar's voice was a squeezed roar. He didn't know what his expression was like when he shouted it, but a small part of his heart did produce a feeling of disappointment: if one of Midnight Wraith's favorite heirs finally betrayed him after 10,000 years—

"I don't see anything to do with those two things." Sevita retracted the expression on his face, but he was still smiling, only this time with a smile of mockery and pity at the same time, "The 'Night King's Crown' may indeed have some symbolic meaning artificially attached, but in the end, it's just a large iron ring. The crown was indeed a symbol of dominion when it was worn over the Night King's head, but it did not come from the crown. The authority of the crown is that of Coetze, and is there any fool who thinks he can be compared to an original just because he has been given a meaningless ornament in itself? ”

A small part of Sahar had to admit that, in terms of rational thinking, he was right, but many more Sahar were only further enraged: if analyzed from an emotional point of view, then Sevita's eloquent talk was all *Nostramo* nonsense, and even a six-year-old child could not fool -

The symbolism of the "Night King's Crown" has nothing to do with things like authority and power. Conrad Coetzes used to wear it, and the Children of the Night knew it all. That's what it's about. This dictates that it must be under the protection and control of the offspring approved by the Primordial Body.

He couldn't organize any offensive sentences, and he couldn't pounce on them to fight them, so he could only let out an angry roar in the confinement of his chains. It was almost a purely instinctive reaction, and the fact that Sevita watched him from a distance with interest in his performance like a beast further intensified Sahar's anger—

“…… I know you didn't mean that, but from my vantage point, it's hard not to think about it. ”

The voice of a young girl appeared in the room for no reason. This didn't attract the attention of Sahar in a fit of rage, but it shocked Sevita so much that she almost jumped up from the spot: "Ma'am?!" You- how are you? ”

"You know you're borrowing a simulation room, and the simulation room itself naturally has communication and recording functions, right?" Rika Fujimaru's slightly distorted voice reverberated through the cell, "It's a good thing that I canceled the meeting with the state religion and came back early, otherwise I really don't know what you would have done with this matter." ”

To Sahar's surprise, after this sentence, he read for the first time today a "frustrated" expression on Sevita's face.

"Hey, it's going to be the most interesting thing - cough." The Raven Prince muttered to himself halfway through, and then suddenly remembered that the communication was still connected, and had to change his words immediately, "I mean, ma'am, you came back just in time for the best part. ”

(End of chapter)