"People need to sleep." Fogrem said, his arms clasped around his chest, a long braid of white hair resting on his chest. He was apparently so pleased with the hairstyle that he created a hairband specifically - the raw material was the Midnight Lord's robes.

"Are you human?" Victor asked earnestly.

"Father said we were the perfect sample of humanity, the direction of evolution." The phoenix holds his chest up, showing off his perfect jawline.

"I think the direction of human evolution is mechanical ascension." Shelley lowered his head and welded the cradle's bracket. "Do you want to abandon the bitter flesh and blood and come to me for a few customized treatments?"

"The emperor also said that he should drown half of his sons in the amniotic fluid and throw them into the stars."

"He didn't say that."

"I think that's what he'd say when he got in that chair."

Fogrem waved his hand. "In short, I think we should provide a good sleeping environment for our children."

"I've contributed my favorite robes!"

"The mattress is understandable, you explain this." Fogrem held up the baby-sized doll with thick stitches and pinched it with only two fingers in disgust, the rags inside leaking out of the seal as they shook. "This thing is so ugly that the devil will scream, I won't allow this kind of cutting corners, poor workmanship to put in the cradle!"

"It's pretty good, my toys when I was a kid were dead mice. Plus, it's not because you cut off a chunk of it to make that stupid headgear! ”

The phoenix gracefully lifts the ends of its hair and deliberately slows down its movements to show off the delicate patterns on it. "This is my gift for the little one."

Victor didn't answer, he just reached out and gestured to the head of the child who was grinding the cradle with his teeth, a few thin strands of hair swaying in the wind, and then stared quietly at Vogrim until the latter cleared his throat: "Don't use common sense to judge how fast we grow. ”

"Well said." Shelley pressed the child back into the bassinet and covered it with a small quilt. A small appendage had swam up the phoenix's shoulder at some point, and with a hard pull, the white hair splashed like water. "I think there are still some small decorations missing, such as a prayer of 1,300 lines in praise of the power of machinery."

"And, Fogham, you can't sleep with him in your arms. Don't be crazy, I didn't forbid you to stay here. Calm me down now. ”

The lights went out, and for the first time, the noisy wrecked ship fell silent. For a moment, all that remained was the sound of the machine running and breathing.

“…… Shelley? ”

"Huh?"

"I remember you just added a soundproof hood to the bassinet."

"Hmm."

"Then why do we need to be quiet?"

"Sense of ritual, Victor, it is necessary for guardians to pay attention to the child's sleep."

"Folgrim, that doesn't make sense...... Also, what did you take? ”

"Oh, I think it's necessary to make a bed here, in case any accident threatens our little one."

"I don't remember you needing sleep that much...... You can keep vigil directly here. ”

"It's different, dear."

"But is that my robe?"

"I took it from the bottom of your closet."

"That's the one Conrad touched!"

"Shut up, I just carved to line 769." A faint red glow emerged in the darkness.

Silence, followed by the sound of even breathing. The sound of the fabric rubbing, and Fogham tiptoed up to the cradle, carefully uncovering the oddly shaped metal cover. A beam of light struck him in the face, turning his otherwise beautiful countenance pale.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Ahem, I just...... Wanted to see if he was breathing. Phoenix muttered and withdrew her hand.

"By the way, does he have any horns or tentacles?" Victor scoffed.

"Now, go back."

"Good, good." Fogrem raised his hand, stepped back to the bed, and lay down. The light was extinguished, but the Midnight Lord felt his senses clearer, the sound of Vogrim's breathing, the subtle grinding of the priest's appendages, and...... The sound of churning in the cradle.

His gaze swept over the promethium jars stacked in the corner, all they could find at the moment, but not enough, plus the prayer Shelley had engraved on the cradle. Although perhaps nothing is enough for a demonic proto.

He began to imagine the figure he had seen from afar, the seventeenth primordial body with golden skin, his body was golden, his eyes were the ocean, and the supreme heavenly power was cast into a halo surrounded by it, and his presence led the endless waves.

But the little figure stubbornly broke in. His babble was nasal, he would choke on his own saliva and beg for a hug. He couldn't overlap the two beings. Roga O'Leary also needed to be raised? This is ridiculous.

His mind drifted to Nostramo, and in the darkness he could recall the canopy and alleyways of his hometown, with corpses lying in the sewage...... Then a loud smashing interrupted his memory.

Conrad Coetze is said to have matured when he climbed out of the pod. Why didn't the emperor delete their childhoods as they were, or did he just want to do so, but was disrupted by conspiracy? It was hard for him to imagine his father reaching out and begging for food, even though he had seen his head fall.

Maybe Conrad went crazy because he saw his brother's saliva run down his bib. He told himself a clumsy joke and laughed to himself. There will be no more brothers who are angry and even threaten to murder for this, which makes him too lazy to speak.

Maybe he should have checked it out, too, in case he was strangled silently and didn't realize it. He was hesitating to get up when the silence was broken by the subtle sound of Shelley's appendages colliding, and he grinned as he heard the voice come all the way to the cradle.

Concerned about the safety of his ribs, he didn't laugh out loud.

Then he thought a lot. Nostramo, Terra, the Great Expedition and the Oath, the pale and puffy faces of Ulanor and the Warlord, the warmth of the flesh and blood of the brothers, the Midnight Ghost sneering at him, he bled in the darkness, waiting for death in the void......

It was only when Colchis's daylight broke through the clouds and shone through the observation window on the Midnight Lord's face that he realized that he had truly fallen asleep for the first time in months.