"I assure you that everything is under control and the atmosphere of our conversation is very harmonious."

Sevita knew that this explanation was completely untenable under the records of the simulation room itself, but that didn't stop him from insisting on being so poor: "Nothing happened that you don't want to see, except that Sahar was restricted from moving. You see, he didn't even have a little skin - well, he did break a little skin, but I promise you that little injury will be fine in half an hour. ”

Rika Fujimaru had already entered the cell created by the simulation room, and naturally, Joan of Arc had already entered the cell created by the simulation room. Alter came in. Sevita had no doubt that there was a Sigismund guarding the door of the simulation room. As long as the Black Knight subjectively thinks that something is wrong inside, he will easily break down the door and tear everything "wrong" to shreds.

But for now, the atmosphere is peaceful. The Chaldean lord just crossed his arms and looked at Sevita with a look of regret, and commented, "What a pity, Sevita Leon. Why didn't you go back when Terra was besieging Terra? Rogge will be happy. Seeing your face, he will definitely not be so anxious about the defense of the palace. ”

Ignoring the reactions of the others in the room to the hellish joke, Rika Fujimaru stepped two steps forward amid laughter, until she was killed by Joan of Arc. Alter tugged at his collar from behind, "I know you might be empathic, but don't get too close to him." He'll probably be able to bite your finger off. ”

“…… Of course I understand. Fujimaru Rika sighed.

Fujimaru Rika still didn't look irried, she just tilted her head helplessly: "You have to know that if we can't figure out where the core of the problem is, then we will never be able to solve this problem." This confrontational attitude will only meaninglessly increase the efficiency of communication between us. ”

Sahar shook his head in confusion, nodded again, and shook his head again. He didn't know that Verchak had done this to him at some point, and he had no memory of what had happened to him after he lost consciousness during his mission, but he was completely sure that the old witch must have done something to her. Everything that Fujimaru Rika has mentioned so far, except that the treatment as a prisoner is not a little too good, sounds completely reasonable.

Then, a pale green light fell on the prisoner, and the presence in the dimly lit cell was unusually strong. Sahar followed his fighting instincts and bounced off the spot – the most he could do in the current situation – trying to dodge, of course, undoubtedly failing. But then, he realized, that perhaps it wasn't a bad thing: the whiplashes that had burned on his shell, like fire or a soldering iron, without the slightest pain that had waned with time, had quickly vanished the moment the green light enveloped it.

All senses were calmed, and the toxins interfered with the clotting and self-healing of the husks quickly began to work on the open wounds. Almost immediately, the blood-soaked scars scabbed over under Astarte's physiology, and the itching of the flesh healed signaled the efficiency of the cells dividing and replicating. It wasn't pleasant, certainly not torture, and even for Sahar, the healing reaction would give him a sense of security - but he was still half-hunched and glared at the little girl who was standing at the front, even though she had just "healed" him by some strange means.

"In my opinion, there are simply no problems to be solved here." Sevita muttered quietly in a voice that everyone could hear, "It's us who lock him up, and it's us who decide his fate." Whether we want to spare his life or simply kill him, he himself has no right to resist or even refute. ”

"Who are you?"

By the time Sahar met Verchak, he had run out of ammunition and had no way out, and Mita was badly wounded, starved of medical care, and apparently suffering from something unknown in the subspace, constantly wailing weakly. In this case, Verchak, who doesn't know why he suddenly became interested in them, is certainly not a good option, but if they want to live, it is the only option.

"-What did you say?!"

Before the triumphant Sevita triumphantly began his tirade, Rika Fujimaru unconcernedly interrupted the sentence of the Midnight Lord's company commander from the point of being right. The latter should have taken it as a serious offense, and in Sahar's experience, it was more natural for a Midnight Lord Astarte to let things go in that direction, but Sevita was clearly not offended. He just shrugged his shoulders meaninglessly, and then just shut his mouth.

Sahar should have been surprised by this situation, but he had no more surprise to spend on it. While the prisoner discovers this, Rika Fujimaru's straightforward and unemotional sentence does not stop:

"To put it bluntly, you're already a dead man on the side of Inquisitor Michaelia Verchak."

The Inquisitor had told him that if he could prove his worth in the service, he would regain an identity that could walk in the sun, and that Mita Ishane's injuries would receive proper medical care and implants. Verchak also said that Mita's psionic powers were of corresponding value to her, and that perhaps she would allow Mita to gain a position of freedom and power as an acolyte by her side.

In the first moment, Sahar felt a little dazed; But in the second moment, he realized what this conclusion meant. He didn't bother to question the truth of the statement, knowing that it was most likely true—it sounded too logical.

The fact that he was able to finish the entire passage here is enough to prove that Joan of Arc has been able to complete the entire sentence here. Alter clearly has the same view. But Rika Fujimaru doesn't think so: "Don't do that. If he's going to get on the ship, I'd like him to stay on the ship of his own will. ”

He thought his attitude would be unpleasant to the other person. This was a development that suited him – or rather, he didn't know what else could happen in the current situation of "being a prisoner of the ladder". The relationship between the prisoner and the interrogator was inherently antagonistic, and in his combat experience, whether it was when he was still in the legion or when he left the legion, he had never seen or thought that he could have a friendly conversation with anyone in this situation.

This was also a provocation, but unfortunately, neither the neglected girl nor Sevita were angered by this statement. The first to react lazily to this was the latter, and Sevita's facial features still made a very smug expression under the pull of the scar. Sahar noticed that the scar on the side of his brow bone seemed to be getting shorter—

"I advise you to show respect." The person who spoke was Sevita, "This noble lady is a direct representative of the emperor's will—oops. ”

Empty-handed Joan of Arc In desperation, Alter kicked Sevita in the shin with a quick speed. Before Sahar could figure out what was happening, he heard the little girl in front of him, who seemed to be just a minor, sigh again with a heaviness that did not match her apparent age at all:

It does seem fanciful, but Sahar is not blind. He could see who was really in charge of the conversation after the little ginger-haired girl came in.

"Then this conversation is all the more necessary." Rika Fujimaru then made a conclusion, "Sahar obviously needs to make up for the current situation. And," she turned to the prisoner in front of her, "my name is Rikka Fujimaru." The owner of the ship you are currently on is also likely to be the subject of an investigation sent by Inquisitor Verchak. ”

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"That's a long story—"

Unfortunately, aside from the part that would provide Mita with healing, Vilchak's promise had little appeal to Sahar. If it weren't for Mita's real need for treatment, this unstable cooperation that was only superficial would never have been sustained. Sahar did not trust Verchak, and he did not believe a word of what came out of the mouth of this inquisitor. And he knew that the old witch didn't trust him either.

"Don't make a fuss. And, Savitarion, do you have any obsession with saying the same thing every time you say it in a similar scene where 'someone questions my identity'? ”

"All the parts." Sahar said through gritted teeth.

Of course he disagreed, because Mita was still alive. Sahar had confirmed this with her own eyes, but she was only alive. A psyker like Mita can make a big difference, but Sahar doesn't think a lord inquisitor has no way to recruit an acolyte with the appropriate talent when the need arises. The half-dead Mita means nothing more to Vilchak than to restrain Sahar's actions, but if the old witch decides to give up on Sahar, will she still spend time, manpower, and resources to keep Mita alive? Even in that half-dead state?

Come on, Saul Sahar, come up with a solution! He pressed himself in a fit of rage and panic, and he had to figure out how to break free from the shackles, return to the black ship of the Inquisition, and tell the Inquisitor who had killed a thousand knives as soon as possible that Sahar was still alive! And he had to race against time as soon as possible, so that he could save Vilchak before she remembered Mita—and if he failed, he would use everything he had, to avenge Mita—

"When I went to the infirmary to get your medical report, Asclepius told me that in the first few minutes of my arrival, the miniature bomb was detonated by remote control." Rika Fujimaru continued her flat and straight words, "Whatever her motivations, it's clear that she's decided to give up on you. However, since you didn't actually die from that bomb, I'm guessing you'll have to follow us next. Do you have any objections to this? ”

"—so let's start with the specific issues that are relatively close at hand."

Considering the attitude Sevita displayed when facing her, it would be difficult for Sahar to divide her into his own friendly camp. He had never seen such things before: there would be a blade hidden under the gentleness, and the gift was actually wrapped in poison. Under the premise of being alone and taking one wrong step and never recovering, Sahar really has no margin for error that can be used to "trust others".

The prisoner hesitated, but ultimately did not comment on the metaphorical use of "make up a lesson". He also selectively ignored the little girl who reported herself in front of him, and instead questioned Sevita with a rather unkind attitude: "What? So, did our great and ferocious 'Crow Prince', who could stop children crying at night, finally return to the Emperor's command with his tail between his legs again? ”

But Fujimaru Rika apparently doesn't think so. Standing in front of Sahar, a deadly war machine shaped by biological alchemy, she looked natural, neither fierce nor embarrassed, neither contemptuous nor fearful, neither looking up nor looking down, as if she had just met an ordinary person in an ordinary situation, so she asked in an ordinary attitude:

"Saul Sahar, let's talk."

The attitude that the other party displayed was emotionally perfectly centered, which wonderfully calmed the fire surging in Sahar's heart a little. He still didn't feel like he was being treated properly, but at least, he was willing to speak up:

Sevita turned her head and rolled her eyes sly. He felt that he was cautious, and he didn't even let Joan of Arc Alter noticed, but still received an unmistakable kick the next second. Fujimaru Rika and Sahar ignored the farce that took place on the side, the former was accustomed to natural indifference, and the latter was because of a stagnant atmosphere and a gloomy future, so he could only project his attention on the young girl opposite:

"What do you want?" He first asked. He wasn't really sure, he could give very little, so little that he could see through it at a glance and count it on one hand—but just as Inquisitor Verchak didn't kill him at the time, the Fujimaru Rika in front of him didn't kill him either, and even removed the ticking time bomb from his brain. Would a person help an enemy he had never met for no reason? Sahar thinks not. That being the case, it may mean that she wants something from him, even if he doesn't know what it is.

Sahar in chains let out a low roar that barely looked like a human, but not for himself, but for Mita.

"But Miss, it's fun." Sevita, who had a hunch that the alarm had been lifted, smiled again, "You're going to have to give me some healthy amusement - everyone's face is funny when they first hear about her identity. What's more, my brother clearly understands the status quo even less than he does 'not know anything'. ”

"I think it's a sign of 'I have an objection.'" Fujimaru Rika's attitude was still calm, probably due to the fact that Sahar in front of her was indeed in a rage, but this anger was still well confined by the force in the rune shackles, "So, which part of this decision do you disagree with?" ”

As a result, Sahar spent the next two years changing the livery of Power Armor to the Deathwatch Black Shield, receiving water that barely kept him alive and equipment that barely allowed him to complete his mission, in the service of Inquisitor Verchak. He didn't actually have the appropriate formalities and identification, as long as someone looked into his identification code, he could see the clues, but unfortunately, fortunately or unfortunately, no one had done so in the past two years.

"You probably know, Verchak is in your, uh...... ...... under the temporal lobe," Rika Fujimaru looked like she wanted to fight with the medical terminology in Upper Gothic, but she quickly gave up, "Anyway, somewhere in the head." She planted a miniature bomb on you there. Not very powerful, but enough to blow your brain into a pulp. After you were put on my ship, Asclepius gave you a full body examination according to the protocol, and at that time he succeeded in getting the bomb out safely. Do you have an impression of this part? ”

She said this, and then slowly crouched down in front of Sahar, looking up into his eyes that were fastened to the wall by the collar:

"The question we're talking about now is, what do you want." She said so.

(End of chapter)