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On the other side, after finishing a series of inspections on Miku, Kotori rested on her chin with one hand in <Fraxinus>'s office, summarizing the information she had just obtained.

The screen displayed in front of Kotori's eyes was the data of Miku's recording content being archived into a file.

She reconfirms the content, compiles it into a list, and produces the material to be presented at the roundtable.

Work like this should have been a chore that was left to other agency personnel.

But only about the foggy 'phantom', Kotori who had seen the 'phantom' in person had to deal with it personally.

After all, Miku is the only girl other than Kurumi and Kotori who met "Phantom".

As long as there is information that may reveal the true face of the 'Phantom' hidden in every word she said, it cannot be handed over to other agency personnel.

"How many soul crystals does the 'Phantom' who gave Meijiu purple soul crystals have? If he can create endlessly—"

Kotori read the article word by word while manipulating the console, checking carefully to see if there was anything missing.

For some reason, in a trance, she thought of something frightening that she had seen before she fainted a few days ago, and she couldn't help muttering to herself.

"Damn, what did I see at that time, why can't I remember it at all?"

However, at this very moment——

"Can't remember what?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang in her ears, and at the same time, something cold was pressed against Kotori's cheek, and she screamed loudly.

"To... what the hell is it...!"

Kotori looked up in surprise, and found that the analysis officer Murasame who appeared at an unknown time was standing there handing out a can of coffee.

"Commander, the coffee you want."

Lingyin still had dark circles under his eyes that hadn't faded all year round, and his half-dead look made people worry that the other party would die suddenly in the next second.

"Thank you...but next time, please Lingyin, can you stop being elusive, it's scary!"

After Kotori replied with dissatisfaction, she took the coffee that had been handed to her face.

If it wasn't for Lingyin being a trustworthy right-hand man, she would almost have thought that Lingyin jumped out on purpose to interrupt her thoughts.

Kotori pulled the tab of the cold coffee, poured the liquid into her throat in one breath, and the slightly bitter flavor of adults spread on the tip of her tongue.

"So, how's the situation? Is there any progress?" Lingyin asked with eyes slightly lowered, seemingly unintentionally.

"Unfortunately, the only thing I know so far is that the 'phantom' that appeared in front of me five years ago should be the same existence as the 'something' that touched Miku—"

After finishing speaking, Kotori involuntarily showed a bitter smile on his face, thinking that he could get some useful information.

The result was the same as the previous Kuangsan, who didn't get any useful information at all.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that Kurumi, himself, and Miku are all spirits transformed from spirit crystals.

"Is that so..."

Hearing this, Lingyin's eyes flickered slightly, and then he nodded expressionlessly, expressing deep regret.

However, Kotori didn't notice any abnormality at all due to the overly long hair covering her eyes.

Chapter 30 A friend from [-] years ago

Just as the atmosphere fell into silence, at this moment, a window popped up on the screen on Kotori's desk, and a voice came from the loudspeaker.

"Commander Five Rivers, the headquarters requests communication!"

Kotori scratched her head indiscriminately, sat back in her chair and faced the screen.

"Huh? What's the matter? News from the headquarters?"

"Ah, yes... yes, I need to communicate with the commander using a secret line, can I transfer it to you?"

"Okay, I'm sorry."

"learn."

After Shiizaki said so, he started to operate the console, and Shiizaki's face disappeared from the screen, and another figure appeared instead.

It was one of the secretaries of Elliot Woodman, the chairman of the <Ratatosk> Round Table Council, which Kotori had met several times.

"Sorry to interrupt you in your busy schedule, Commander Wuhe."

"That doesn't matter, but what's the matter with contacting me suddenly?"

Hearing this, the secretary continued with a slightly embarrassed expression: "Well, it's actually Mr. Woodman—"

"What did you say? Mrs. Woodman came to Tiangong City?!" After hearing the secretary's words, Kotori opened her mouth in surprise.

She was in the commander mode, showing a rare expression of nervousness, like a staff inspected by the leader, as if she was reflecting on whether she had revealed any braids recently...

At the same time, in several buildings belonging to <Ratatosk> located in the outskirts of Tiangong City.

Woodman visited the third basement level of one of the buildings.

"Here it is, Lord Woodman."

The young agency personnel leading the way for Woodman stopped at the end of the corridor.

There was a small space divided by iron railings.To put it simply, it is a place similar to a prison cell.

Among them was the figure of a man, a man in his 40s wearing simple overalls.

The entire face and body are covered with several scars that seem to have been added recently.

"He is a member of the club who was arrested about two months ago because of the Meijima incident.

From the ID card on his body, it is known that he is the equivalent of a colonel in the [WEB] Second Executive Division, James Paddington, but other than that, I can't dig out any information. "

"Can't dig out any information? Does it mean that he has remained silent?"

"Is it silence..."

The agency personnel showed a confused look and patted the railing hard.

However, Paddington in the prison was still lying on the bed without any response.

"It's this kind of virtue. We also tried to use the display device to interrogate him several times, but he seems to have lost his memory."

"So that's it, it's very similar to what that guy would do."

"That guy?" The agency personnel tilted their heads wonderingly.

"It's okay." Woodman responded: "Can I speak to him?"

"Okay...it doesn't matter..." The agency staff backed away with a puzzled expression.

Woodman asked the woman behind him to turn the wheelchair towards Paddington in the cage, "Hey, James, would you like to talk to me?"

The moment Woodman started talking, Paddington, who was completely unresponsive in the past, jumped up from the bed like a clockwork doll.

"Whoa...!"

The agency personnel shook their shoulders, but Paddington ignored it. He staggered towards Woodman and leaned against the iron railing with a clang.

The out-of-focus eyes and slobbering lips came towards Woodman and the others.

"Ah ... ah ... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhly

Paddington made a sound like a record skipping needle from the back of his throat, and his head kept shaking slightly.

However, after a few seconds, the strangely dissonant voice from Paddington's throat gradually stabilized, and the words could even be heard.

Then—"Hi, long time no see, Elliott."

Make a very different sound than before.

No, I don't know if it is correct to describe it as 'make a sound'.

Paddington's expression was the same as before, and he didn't even use his lips and tongue when he made a sound. It would be more appropriate to say that someone else's voice came from a humanoid megaphone.

"What, this...is this...?" The staff of the agency raised panic-filled voices.

However, it's no wonder, Woodman shrugged slightly, and answered Paddington—to be precise, it was the man on the other end of the voice.

"Yeah... I haven't seen you for 30 years. Is your body still healthy? Ike?"

"Thanks to you, it's very healthy, and you, Elliott?"

"I don't have confidence anymore, and I'm getting old and dim recently."

"That's really bad."

The man who looked like a zombie made an unknown voice, and chatted and laughed for a while.

The agency personnel on the side looked at the scene with trembling eyes.

"By the way, Elliott, do you plan to come back to us?

With your help, our long-cherished wish will surely come true.

If you are willing to come back, I think Ailian will also be happy. "

"Unfortunately, I don't have that plan, Ike. We have discussed it hundreds of times 30 years ago."

After Woodman finished speaking, the 'voice' sounded like a sigh of great regret.

"It's a pity that even after 30 years, your enthusiasm still seems to have not faded."

At the same time as the voice fell, Paddington's body slowly slid down along the iron railing.

"Since this is the case, I will not be merciful when we meet next time. I will use the elves to fulfill my long-standing wish."

"I won't let you succeed, <Ratatoskr> exists for this."

"Ah……"

The chuckle fell slowly, and so far, there was no more 'sound'.

At the same time, Paddington suddenly fell to the ground, spitting out a lot of blood.

"what……!"