Gundam: The Wind That Blows Through Space

Chapter 642 A Future to Choose (Part )
The person who came was none other than Siegfried, the photocopy who disappeared after leaving Berlin. He changed his name to Tria (Cursed Ring) and looked much more mature than when he left. Frey was held in his arms with one hand and was unable to move for a while.

"open!"

"What? I haven't seen you for a few days. Are you really planning to be a chaste saint? I heard that you haven't climbed into Kira's bed yet. Can't you forget me?"

The vulgar words made Frey struggle more fiercely. Perhaps it was because she used too much force or because she was too ashamed and angry, but two blushes appeared on Frey's face, which looked a little pale due to the cold. This made Tria reach out and pinch her chin and look at her carefully.

"Snapped!"

He waved his hand and slapped Tria in the face. Only then did Frey have a chance to break free from his arms. "Please respect yourself!"

"Self-respect? Who was in whose bed during that period? Do you think of self-respect now? You are just a slut."

Seeing that the other party's words were becoming more and more shameless, Frey raised her other hand and slapped him in the face for the second time. As a result, this time Tria directly grabbed Frey's wrist with such force that it seemed as if he was going to crush her bones.

"Do you still remember why I copied you? Do you still remember the poisonous oath you swore to me? That woman with a face full of resentment, that snake-like Fulei, now actually wants to be a White Lotus Saint?"

"Fleur is Fleur, and I am me!"

"Oh? Are you trying to change the subject? Then let me ask you, why do you have the same genes as that woman? Why do you retain all her memories? Is your current feeling for Kira genuine from the bottom of your heart, or is it because you are Frey Alusta?"

As a fellow photocopyist, Tria knew very well what the most taboo thing in their group was. Whether it was ND and Gina in the early years, or Isaac and Mayu Asuka later, the photocopyists' self-identification was always an irreparable defect.

From the entire appearance to every cell and every gene, everything about the photocopy is inherited from the original self. Self-awareness, a very common word for ordinary people, becomes extremely difficult for the photocopy.

Just as Frey was questioned, was her liking for Kira because 'she' liked Kira as a person, or was it simply because she inherited the memories of the original Frey, causing her to have complicated feelings towards Kira naturally?

"My true self only hates Kira, that's impossible."

"Oh? You can lie to me, but don't lie to yourself. Have you forgotten what your last words were? Do you need me to remind you?"

'Kira. Save me.'

Just like Berlin today, the snowstorm in Scandinavia buried Frey's last words. At that time, in her last moments, she still remembered the name that she loved and hated.

She was not afraid of death, but at that time Frey had lost the fear that was a natural instinct of human beings. Her last thought was to see Kira.

"You remember? You are just a copy. Everything about you comes from the original Frey. All your love, hatred, and vengeance are only temporarily stored in this body. My Lord Priest, you are just a container. Do you still have to act so superior?"

With the same sharp tongue, Tria perfectly replicated Siegfried's sharp tongue in terms of the feature of 'inheriting the original ability', and since Durandal did not have the genetic sample of Siegfried after he was possessed by the time traveler, the grudge between the two protagonists had nothing to do with him. He was just extremely unhappy that the woman in front of him, who had once slept with him, was holding a condescending attitude.

"Because I slept with you but I couldn't bear to sleep with Kira, so you feel inferior to Kira!"

"What did you say."

Unexpectedly, these hurtful remarks not only failed to break Frey's defenses, but instead aroused the ruthlessness deep in her soul. The female sixth sense allowed her to find the weakness of the fellow photocopyist in front of her, and she launched a counterattack directly.

"You have always been feeling low in self-esteem. You know in your heart that you are not as good as Siegfried, or even Kira, so you want to regain your confidence from me. You are such a pitiful guy~" "How dare you"

He stretched out his hand and strangled Frey's neck. With just a little force, he could make her shut her annoying mouth. But Frey was not afraid. She just calmly looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in front of her. Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

"I don't want to continue living with things that don't belong to me. If the copy can't get out of this shackle, then we will only be the shadow of the original for the rest of our lives. Let yourself go. You can even change your own name, so why are you unwilling to let yourself go?"

The fingers tightened instantly, and after losing the right to breathe, Frey could only make a helpless "ho ho" sound. Her white and slender fingers tightly clasped the other's arm. The subconscious reaction of survival made her face a little hideous, but from beginning to end, there was no sign of begging for mercy in Frey's eyes.

"Interesting, you're the first sample to show a deviation. It's a pity that you died like this."

Just when Frey thought she was going to die here, Tria let go of her hand, and accompanied by a violent cough, the tent became abnormally quiet for a moment.

"Among all the samples I collected, most of the copies either accepted their fate or self-destructed. You are the only one who is different. It seems that the original's genes have mutated to a certain extent in you. I will spare your life for now."

"All the samples you mentioned."

"Hmm? You're not so arrogant as to think that you're the last copy I made, are you? You're just a special attack weapon against Kira, but other than that your role is close to zero. I need a stronger combat power, and your mutation gives me hope that I can control him."

"he?"

Before Frey could continue asking, Kira's anxious shout was heard outside the tent. Tria, who was standing beside her, calmed down and interrupted the conversation in time.

"Your lover is looking for you. I really don't know what he likes about you. Isn't it Lux? You are a woman with a good figure and nice hands."

"But it's going too far!"

A playful look flashed across his face. Although he was extremely interested in Frey's transformation, after thinking about the purpose of this trip, Tria restrained the urge to continue to be sarcastic. However, the half-smile at the corner of his mouth made him look like he deserved a beating.

"Don't make your lover wait impatiently. By the way, for the sake of our PY, I'd like to remind you that you should not investigate the case of missing refugees. It won't do you any good. As far as I know, the patience of the Van Dyson group with you is almost over. If you, a pirated product, are not guaranteed by them, I'm afraid Siegfried won't let you see the next day."

After saying that, Tria opened the tent and was about to leave. Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure from behind, Frey's heart moved and she couldn't help but call out to him.

"wait"

"Huh? Do you regret it? I'll leave the door open for you tonight so that we can satisfy each other's physical needs. I have no objection."

"What on earth did you do to your body? Why does it look better than before?"

Before Frey could finish her words, Tria stopped what he was doing, but he did not look back or turn around. After a moment of silence, just when Frey thought she would not get an answer, an emotionless male voice fell at her feet, tinkling.

"If you want to surpass monsters, you have to become a monster yourself. Good luck, Priest Alusta, Amen."

(End of this chapter)