I might have been able to pester him more, but... Can't be like him. I have a lot of questions, but I'll wait until morning. Or never. I'm not sure.

It really tells me a lot of things. Most of them are just – well....

Nothing he said was completely against the Jedi. Of course, he said a lot about how evil it was to kill Sekula and the Jedi, but he never said anything bad about the Jedi. In fact, he praised the Skywalker. This may just be because Skywalker is a very good commander, but it looks like he's also a good Jedi. Considering that the Jedi are supposed to be "evil space wizards", this means that this Skywalker is either a truly evil space wizard or some Jedi are good.

Since he says he's the "greatest" Jedi he's ever seen, a lot of Jedi are probably good. Maybe. I don't know, I haven't seen it, so I don't know.

Oh, by the way, I should have asked him about the Sith! I don't think he's going to know anything, but in case he might know, I should ask him.

... Tomorrow. It's rude to wake someone up in the middle of the night unless you make a reservation in advance.

Still, things about the Clone Wars whole thing seem very complicated. There is no doubt that the Jedi remains a mystery. I don't know what to do with them anymore. I can't be honest about it: they are completely evil, but to say that they are good is to abandon everything that Tiffin and the Empire have told me so far. I don't want to do that. Partly because I didn't want Tiffin to be a liar, and partly because that meant I had sworn an alliance with the evil ones.

Or maybe there is no dualism here, and empire is the lesser of two evils. Ha ha. It's too complicated.

Maybe I should ditch myself and pretend I'm a space coral? No thought is required.

...... But I'll be lonely!

Thanks. How similar to the entanglement that the Chinese on the earth often say.

Well, let's review what we know.

Jedi: Maybe evil, but maybe some good.

Sith:??? Empire

: (Hopefully) Good, maybe a little bad.

Emperor Palpatine: Intelligent, but a little suspicious.

Killing: Not good.

Making Friends: Good.

Well, that's a pretty thorough summary. I feel like this pretty much covers all the bases. Oh no, wait, I think I missed a little.

Space Pirates: Cool. Back

on the bed, I gently closed my eyes. It's time for some mindless spending!

In the blink of an eye, the rest of the night had passed. Terrifyingly, the two brothers, Art and Charge, stood up at the same time. Six o'clock.

Technically I wasn't asleep or anything, but after about five seconds of groggy staring at the ceiling, I decided to be late in the morning. But since I wasn't actually asleep or anything, in the end, I just switched to my smallest body and kept an eye out for when Typhin started stirring, and he started stirring around 7.

Wake up, get dressed, and have breakfast with Tate Fen when he arrives at the cafeteria. Although the face is a little bad, the breakfast is delicious! Mostly. I ate something that looked like a fruit and it melted my head and throat. Luckily, I didn't cry or scream in pain, so no one noticed that I wanted to die.

What did I eat, he said it was a piece of dried Monte Calamalia underwater fruit. Fruit.

So, there is no fruit, and there is no milk. Well.

The thing is; It's already done, right? It's not watery at all, but it's still eating away at my guts like everything else. I almost think it's thicker than milk.

Milk and fruit... What exactly is the common denominator here? Obviously not water, fiber, or anything like that, so....

...... Is it sugar? No, it can't be, can it? I mean, it's a pretty stupid thing to die, right?

...... Well, let's try it.

That's why I'm here. Just go to the kitchen. But it still doesn't feel right to be here. There is a lot of activity around. I think the most important thing is that there aren't many traditional cooking methods. There was no stove or anything like that. There are a lot of things that look like ovens, though. I say it seems to be because there is no real evidence that they are what they are. When I asked one of the cooks (one of the three), he told me they were hydration rooms or something.

Obviously, most of the food they serve is for months or even years. Essentially inedible until properly handled.

"Most of the rations are packaged in sizable containers, but because we get rations from so many systems, the diet is still very diverse." The chef I'm talking to now is called AT-so-and-so. "Most of the information we get now comes from the Moncamari system. Not sure if they were too happy we got these things, but it was a delicious dinner. "

Good fellows." Cool! Do you happen to not have any separate ingredients though? "

He scratches his bald head." Well, we have enough water, if you need it?

"Oh, no, never." Imagine I just took a sip and then died there. It was a beautiful sight

. "I mean like flour, eggs, or sugar." Specifically, the last one.

"A few months ago, we used to eat these eggs a lot, but we ran out quickly. However, nothing else. "

Okay. This is a problem. "Hmm... What's the sweetest thing you've ever eaten? "

We have a small container with powder that we can use to make sweetened porridge. Is this any good for you?

"Yes! If you don't mind? He

smiled warmly, his eyes wrinkled. Not at all! Heck, that's the least each of us can do for the savior of this ship and for everyone. I didn't see it myself, and I didn't see anything because it was so busy, but as far as I know, it was really a mess. Look at his colleagues, they don't quite share his enthusiasm. But I'll take everything I can get.

"Thank you, sir!"

Do octopuses call the head of a country where they do not live "sir"? Do octopuses call any human "sir"? I do not know! I'm not even used to calling people 'sir' at all!

Man, this language stuff is hard. In any case, ask for porridge powder!

Obviously, it's really just a small container for powder. It is about a meter tall and half as thick. So, if he really squeezed, it would be enough for one person to hide in. I'm only a little taller than it.

It tested my courage. I swallowed.

I put my hand in the bucket. When I took it out again, it was gone. My whole hand was gone.

Oh God, it's simply burning. This is. Very intense pain. I held my breath. If I didn't, I might scream. No, not possibly, for sure. Well, let's think about something other than this pain! Frog. Frog jumping on lilies. Haha, fat frog. Very fat. Fat. OMG, why can't my hand recover faster? This does take a fraction of the normal time.

Well, fuck it, I can't stand it anymore.

I bit off my stump. This allowed the wound to recover at a super-fast rate, at the cost of my face now melting. Great! That's great. Stimulating self-steaming chef ha.

Frog. Think of frogs. Fatty, fat, damn frogs.

......

...... Well, it's over. Yes. Yes. Well, it's sugar. I don't know how or why, but I think questioning my body at this point will only confuse and upset me, so I'd better not do it!

Oh, God. I didn't contaminate the porridge. It doesn't look like it, but you never know.

Anyway, I quickly thanked the chef for taking the time out and headed to the computer lab. Yes. Back to the point.

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