How can a retired savior be considered retired if his price drops to 40,000?

Chapter 4 Denial
"You are doing something impossible, primarch." Sevatar's voice echoed in the bridge again, "I don't intend to comment too much on this, but I still stick to my original point of view."

"There are too many things in the world that were originally thought to be impossible, and this is not the only 'impossible thing' I have accomplished." Fujimaru Ritsuka has already set a trap for this kind of doubt, "Don't be trapped by common sense in your thinking. Come on, when you were in Nostramo, didn’t you still think that you couldn’t become the person you are today?”

Sevatar was stuck by his previous statement, but Astartes' quick thinking allowed him to find a new direction of attack in an instant: "Nostramo has brought too many problems. For the legion, she can almost be said to be just a negative asset. Considering the efficiency of the expedition, it is wise to 'deal with' it as soon as possible."

Fujimaru Ritsuka showed a strange sadness at this moment: "That... would be so pitiful."

She didn't say what she was pitiful about, and she didn't give others a chance to ask questions. After just a short pause, she started talking again with a firm determination: "But you are right, Sevita Leon North. Terramo is a Legion asset, and when something goes wrong with her, it should be dealt with the Legion way - which I should have done a long time ago."

She paced anxiously in the small square inch in the center of the field, whispering in a light and fast Nostramo dialect: "I have been away for too long, and as you often complain, I am too kind. I'm afraid the idiots on earth have long forgotten that I was not elected to power through appeasement, lobbying, or lax laws. Pure high-handed rule will cause backlash, but policies that seem reasonable in other worlds will only make short-sighted nobles forgetful. . They must be reminded that I am also a Nostramo... No, or simply put the entire class..."

An anxious atmosphere began to dissipate with the unique soft hiss of Nostramo. As if just in a breath, Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly showed some abnormal nervousness: some muscles were spasming abnormally, tearing. Looking at her face and reason, her frowning brows simultaneously showed anxiety, irritability and anger of unknown origin.She turned her back to the majority of the crowd again, trying her best to prevent the children of midnight from seeing her miserable state of being tortured by sudden symptoms. She straightened her body and grasped a railing at hand.

This may seem a little inexplicable, but Conrad Coates knew what was going on from the first moment. After all, he had been tortured and toyed with this uncontrollable curse for almost his entire life:

An omen.There is no reason, no hint, just a bare, all too real omen that can almost crush the original body.

This intrigued Konrad Coates.In fact, everything he had seen on the ship so far had intrigued him, and even if he clearly hated some of what he had seen and scorned the rest, he had to admit that he was excited about what was to come. Interested in what happens.He still remembered his original reason for coming: he wanted to know where he had lost.

From the moment he arrived on the Night Veil, he began to observe and collect various intelligence.Konrad Coates had always been very perceptive, and such things were not difficult for him.He and Fujimaru Ritsuka are not familiar with each other. They only exchanged a few words with each other at the beginning of this trial. But now, he has roughly pieced together a picture of Fujimaru Ritsuka from the Night Veil itself and everything that just happened. Image - So far, he doesn't think there is anything decisively special about the other party.

Then this is the only possibility.Conrad Coates stared closely at Ritsuka Fujimaru in the midst of her prophetic seizure, analyzing every twitch of her body and every whisper she uttered in her delirium.

How would she deal with this bewildering curse?

Konrad Coates was really curious about this, but this kind of struggle that occurred in the realm of other people's consciousness could not be discerned from the surface.Even if he was a primarch, in the current situation, he could only see a common silence among the descendants of midnight, smell the worry and uneasiness slowly floating out of this silence, and find that Sigis Mondt quietly moved himself between his "original body" and other legion warriors, watching Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was holding on to the railing, slowly kneeling on the high platform under the torment of the prophecy.

——Yes, she was standing on a small, movable high platform from the beginning, so she had guardrails at her hand.Otherwise, with her pitiful height of only five feet two inches, she would have to be buried among a group of Astartes and no one would see her.In fact, when she slowly knelt down in the torment of the prophecy, this scene had already come true.

But this ridiculous situation did not last long.Fujimaru Ritsuka's trembling sigh broke the uncomfortable silence in the bridge after one minute and 24 seconds.

"How long will it last this time?" She let go of the poor railing, which had been deformed by a force that did not belong to her but belonged to the original body, and weakly asked the air.Immediately afterwards, Sigismund reported the exact time behind her.

"But I feel like at least three hours have passed." Fujimaru Ritsuka said with a wry smile.

Some mortal servants who had been wandering around the periphery gathered together, carrying towels and warm water to tidy up the sweaty Eighth Army Commander.At the same time, a subtle doubt flashed in Conrad Coates' mind: the symptoms were too mild compared with his own attacks.

When he was struggling with those bad visions that foreshadowed the future, he always had to clear the room of everyone except himself, and then spend several hours floating in and out of those crazy visions, and finally woke up. , he will always find that the surroundings he has unconsciously made are as messy as a passing typhoon - this is why he must be alone during the attack.Not only did the Primarch's pride dictate that he do so, but also because otherwise he would become a murderer without even realizing it.

And something similar did happen, and that might have been the straw that broke the camel's back.

Conrad Coates forced his wandering thoughts back to the matter in front of him.He didn't know whether the emperor who created this illusion blew the whistle on the mortal girl, or whether she did have some other skills to deal with prophetic illusions.Before he could think about the reason for this obviously insufficient clue, the servants had dispersed, and Fujimaru Ritsuka stood up again, almost recovering from those cruel prophecies.

"What did you see this time?" Sigismund asked softly.This is not surprising.Conrad Coates thought grimly.People who cannot see the future mostly have unrealistic illusions about the future.In the past, his Sevatar liked to ask him similar questions every time he broke free from those despairing and terrifying visions.

"Same as before." Fujimaru Ritsuka seems to be very used to being asked similar things after each attack. She may even have answered the same question many times, "The destruction of Nostramo, the burning of the sky by war." The Milky Way, and... some things that are blasphemous just to say them. Nothing particularly new."

Perhaps at other times, the Midnight Descendants would have caught some other key words from Fujimaru Ritsuka's vague summary, but at this moment, Savita just repeated the least important sentence softly. : "You saw the destruction of Nostramo."

"It's not the first time." Fujimaru Ritsuka admitted frankly, "But that is something that 'may happen in the future'. Now, Nostramo is still fine."

"But your predictions are always accurate, no matter how bad they are." Sevatar wore a helmet during this conversation, but Konrad Curze could still smell something on him that was tried to cover up. "If Nostramo is destined to be destroyed, then let us sinners judge this planet that is constantly breeding evil."

"Hey...that's why Shen is my ceremonial officer, Sigismund is my executioner, and you can only be my first company commander, Severtarion." Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed softly. Tone, "You're a little too...result-oriented sometimes."

At that moment, Konrad Coze was sure that Sevita's intention to show off was faster than his brain and took control of his mouth: "But you six Terran Standards just said that you like me a few days ago."

"This is a euphemistic way of wording! And don't take what I said out of context out of context!" The commander of the Eighth Army slammed the railing beside him intimidatingly, but there was a hint of grasping in her tone unconsciously. His mad irritation made the whole atmosphere less serious, "You are the kind of person who 'sees a result and will work towards it without hesitation'. This is of course good in normal times. You can deal with it with a clear mind. Make judgments about the current situation and then find appropriate handling methods - but the results you can usually foresee by yourself are within your reach. Prophecy is not the same thing! The 'results' in prophecies may It may happen tomorrow, it may happen in 1000 years, or it may not happen at all, no one can say for sure!”

……maybe.

For a moment, Conrad Coates wanted to refute this based on his own personal experience, but in the next moment, he felt that what Fujimaru Ritsuka said was not wrong.The illusions that were poured into his mind against his own will did not make sense. Sometimes he could see many different possibilities - although he always chose to believe the worst one, and even if Even after the Emperor pointed this out, he refused to admit that it was a mistake.

"But, the original body, if we could know such a result in advance——"

"Even if I can know the results in the future, it won't matter! I'm still living in the present like you all!" Fujimaru Ritsuka finally started to get a little impatient, "The meal must be eaten one bite at a time, and the road must be walked step by step. , days have to pass day by day, it doesn’t mean that if I foresee the destruction of Nostramo now, we can jump directly to the moment of her destruction - and we are not allowed to talk about food during war in this topic. Bad joke about supply or personnel carriers!”

Conrad Coates took a moment to criticize Fujimaru Ritsuka's last words, which broke the supposedly serious atmosphere, until he found that Sevita really showed a look that he had originally wanted to say but... It looked like it was blocked back.

"In some ancient Terran languages, 'future' can be directly written as 'not yet come', and things that 'have not come yet' obviously should not crowd out the urgent matters that need to be solved in 'now' most of the time. , has become the highest priority matter at present, because it is the gathering of bits and pieces of 'now' that can mankind reach the 'future'." Fujimaru Ritsuka's words were filled with strong belief, "To put it in layman's terms, I The creed of She was blown to pieces, and I’m going to try to make her better even a little bit today. Did I successfully express my attitude?”

Her tone wasn't very strong, it could even be called polite, but Sevatar did flinch at the statement.The captain of the Night Lords clearly expressed his submission with his body language. At the same time, Sigismund stepped forward, and his step forward was frozen in the air——

——The time in the illusion is frozen here, everything is silent, and all "data" make way for their true owners.

The master of the domain, Conrad Coates, spoke here:
"What a mortal thinks."

He commented on Fujimaru Ritsuka's solemn statement of creed, and the latter smiled back at him.

"I'm a mortal."

She spoke softly in a calm, calm tone, but with a slight sense of pride.

(End of this chapter)