The Other Side of the Last Boss

The investigation in the Northwegian Islands was going well.

Although the main control of the mechanical type is not so much the investigation.

Vinzent sat in the control room of the site and where he thought he would be.

The head is fitted with a glowing circlet.

"Excellent. Can you manipulate all these soldiers as I please?"

Vinzent is pleased.

The screen in front of me shows what's going on outside.

A device that has the magical effect of site vision.

"If you remember after putting on that circlet, it will pass on to the mechanical type. However, there seems to be a limit to the distance"

Neville gives a commentary.

"How many soldiers are here?"

"Come on...... Hundreds of thousands have been found, but some seem to have stopped moving."

"But you're willing to give this much power to others."

Vinzent is surprised.

"If we could monopolize it, we probably would have."

Neville answered honestly.

It was something I didn't even have to hide.

"Sure, it's not easy to look into this ruin."

It was because Scottyard put in the funds and talent that the investigation went so far.

Vinzent guessed he would have relied on Scottyard for that.

"There's certainly a reason for that, but if time solves it,"

But Neville shook his head left and right.

"We had a fatal problem. Unfortunately, when we put on that circlet, the device doesn't work."

Vinzent knew that Neville had several companions.

They all hide their whole bodies, just like Neville.

"Why is that?

Even if Vinzent asks, Neville can only smile bitterly.

Besides, Vincent won't know because he's wearing a mask.

"I don't know. It is difficult to elucidate the demonic sciences of the Urg Empire. All we can do is use it. There are those who can and cannot do it."

"Hmm."

"This would also be a kind of talent."

"After all, I am the chosen one."

Vinzent is good at one.

"As long as we keep our promises, that's enough."

"You want to attack the Crystal Tower with this type of armor."

Speak as Vinzent recalls.

"Yes."

"It is indeed a mysterious institution for us. But so much in. So much itching?

"I'm interested in the truth about the world."

"Truth hey......"

Vinzent puts his hand on his chin and thinks.

"Why has such a skilled civilization perished? What did you lose? Not interested?

"If you say so, I don't have any interest. But I don't think it's worth the effort."

Vinzent threw up looking bored.

There was something more important to Vinzent than that.

"With this power, it will be possible."

"But will these mechanical breeds try to fight the enemies over there?

If program controls were put in place to avoid fighting between the mechanical types, it would be impossible to attack.

"There would have been rebellions and protests with the Urg Empire. If there's a rule that we don't fight each other, that's when we're in trouble."

Vinzent felt that Neville's explanation was as if he had seen it at the time.

"Fair enough. But after we defeat them. Can you win with your current strength?

"I can't answer more than I don't know what the enemy's power is."

"Hmm......"

Vinzent sniffs.

This battle cannot fail.

Be more discreet than usual.

While having such a conversation, Vinzent manipulated the mechanical models.

They were moving the type that could fly in the air at sea.

"Like this."

Vincent issues a return order.

And when the containment was over, I gave a stop order to the whole thing.

There was also a mechanical type of escort by Vinzent, but the function of it was also stopped.

The lamp indicating operation is extinguished.

"Shit. It's inconvenient that we can't split these orders."

Vinzent puts his head on.

Well, there's no way there's anyone in this facility trying to harm themselves.

There would be no problem leaving it here as it is.

With that in mind, the mechanical type suddenly restarted.

"What? I didn't give you any instructions."

Vinzent is on guard.

I wondered if it would strike me all of a sudden.

But the soldier attacked Neville.

Neville grabs the head of the mechanical type looking bored, gripping it as it is.

"I don't think these machines like me. Sometimes this happens."

Neville whispered in a quiet tone.

In the wind that it's nothing big.

"Well, don't bother if you don't say that soon. So you're saying there's a lot of defective products?

"As things stand, there are no other examples of attacks besides ours. Lord Vincent is safe."

Then why are you being attacked?

Vincent was concerned, but being asked was ridiculous.

While doing so, Neville left the room at the end of the conversation.

Behind his back, Vincent struck his tongue at the attitude of disrespecting himself at all.