Blue Files, there are 100 days left until Mr. disappears

This drawing, which is like the ultimate theory of victory covered with firepower, is not Iroha's ideal.

But her nightmare.

A nightmare called 'The Behemoth of Destruction'.

The design on the drawings, this pattern of stacking the arsenal, is exactly the same as the design of the Destruction Behemoth.

In that extremely tragic battle in which she lost Toramaru, facing endless enemies and overwhelming firepower, Iroha fought until the end, but her heart was also completely shattered by this horrific battle. changed.

War is raging, hatred covers the wilderness, and there are enemies on all sides.

In that desperate situation, even the calm Iroha could not help but be contaminated by the madness of war.

In the palm of the master's hand, Iroha's petite shoulders trembled even more violently.

The gentleman's brows were immediately shrouded in a heavy haze.

The abnormal phenomenon that appears in Iroha is probably not just a simple fear, but... a symptom called PTSD.

Although Iroha was a chariot commander, she had never experienced such a large-scale tragic war. When she rushed into the battlefield without hesitation, the madness of the war left indelible wounds in her heart.

Just as he was about to speak, a gentle hand took his hand and moved it away from Iroha's shoulder.

The gentleman looked down,

Although Iroha was trying to stay calm, he still smiled at his teacher.

"As Mr. Wang said, it was me who started the incident, and I have an obligation to bring it to an end."

She walked straight towards Sand Wolf Baizi.

Bai Zi's eyes widened.

Before Bai Zi could react,

Iroha lowered his head and bowed deeply to Bai Zi in front of everyone.

"I'm sorry, Baizi-san, I'm not a qualified technician."

"I'm just using you and accusing you of your thoughts and ideas to release the pressure in my heart and relieve the fear in my heart."

She raised her head, looked at Bai Zi, and then at her trembling hands, which were stained with engine oil.

"Using power to oppress others, and even using technicians who are close to me to ridicule you... I didn't even know that I had become the kind of bad person I hated most in the past."

Iroha smiled sadly,

"Whether you accept my apology or not, I have to resign from my job here."

The factory was eerily quiet.

The technicians who were still making noises suddenly became silent.

Bai Zi hesitated, not knowing what to say.

But when she saw Iroha's sad smile, she felt something stuck in her heart, and she had to force herself to say something...!

"Iroha-san, actually, I don't take it to heart at all."

Iroha paused.

Sandarang Baizi's eyes were sincere and had strong penetrating power. Although the expression on her face did not change, Iroha felt that she could see through his heart.

"Although he may be a bit harsh at times, Iroha-san has always provided me with a lot of help."

"It's just that I want to show the teacher the results as soon as possible, so I make some unrealistic designs."

"Iroha-san is very strong and can help the teacher. But I can't... at least not yet. So I started to get impatient, and impatience is the enemy. The teacher told me many times."

Iroha was stunned.

Bai Zi continued:

"I don't think Iroha-san is deliberately trying to make things difficult for me. Besides, I actually enjoy arguing with Iroha-san about these things."

Iroha closed his eyes and sighed:

"You said you enjoyed it?"

Bai Zi said expressionlessly:

"If you don't enjoy it, you won't argue for so long every time."

Iroha was stunned for a moment, then smiled awkwardly:

"Really... Am I the only one who is the bad guy? Are all the children from Abydos angels?"

Hifumi interrupted abruptly:

"At least it's much better than the best ones from Holy Trinity...Well, I'm also from Holy Trinity, so...ah haha, I'm sorry to criticize my old classmates so much..."

The crowd burst into laughter.

Only in terms of ridiculing the Holy Trinity, this patchwork research institute rarely maintained the unity of all members.

Chapter 051: Day 050·Night·Office

Hayase Yuka's fingers danced briskly on the keyboard.

It wasn't until the gentleman sitting opposite her finished speaking the last word that the continuous tapping sound finally came to an end.

"Nice activity report."

Yuxiang raised her eyebrows and looked at the words she typed.

"I didn't expect that there would be such an interesting episode in the research institute. How about I go there for a walk some other time?"

The gentleman raised his head: "Are you also interested in weapon design?"

"so so."

Yuka laughed lightly, "But I'm still more interested in Hifumi and their interpersonal relationships."

The gentleman crossed his arms and looked at Yuxiang with admiration:

"So, you actually want to learn leadership skills. In other words... Miss Yuka, who has always only studied numbers, is she finally interested in people's hearts?"

Yuxiang's slender fingers gently tapped the table, with a sly smile on her face:

"Even I want to get involved in some other fields. 'In the future, the world will be dominated by all-round talents.' Isn't this what you said yourself, sir?"

"is it?"

The gentleman wiped the cold sweat from his forehead,

"By the way, why do you all know everything I said by heart... You're not really collecting quotations or anything like that, are you!?"

Yuxiang glanced at him with a half-smile: "Well... who knows?"

The gentleman looked back at Yuxiang, then stood up and walked to the balcony of the office——

That's right, every office at Odyssey College has a balcony, which is not only convenient for ventilation, but also allows you to plant some green plants, which is very pleasing to the eye.

The husband picked up a cup of coffee on the way to the balcony and passed it to Yuxiang's desk. Yuxiang didn't hesitate, took the cup and took a sip.

There is no need to say thank you, because the tacit understanding between the two goes beyond words.

The night breeze blew in along the balcony, making Mr. feel a rare sense of comfort.

Yuxiang also kept quiet, but she stopped what she was doing, propped her chin with her right hand, and stared directly at her husband with her eyes.

The husband felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by her, so he decided to change the topic:

"Do you think that if there is a dispute between students, would it be better for you to go to Xini, or would it be better for you to make a fair judgment?"

Yuxiang tapped her cheek with her finger and hesitated:

"Are you testing me, sir?

Hmm... Hifumi actually likes it when it comes to He Xini. After all, she likes everyone to be harmonious.

However, she didn't know the hidden secrets of Shirako-san and Iroha-san, so she rashly got involved in the quarrel. In the end, she was scolded by Shiroko, which can only be said to be what she deserved. "

"So the teacher is trying to say... after fully understanding the background, it would be better for me to make a fair judgment?"

"That way both sides will feel like you're favoring the other side."

The gentleman waved his hands repeatedly and said to Yuxiang with a smile:

“Sometimes, the so-called ‘just’ judgment is often a judgment that does not please both parties.

Everyone thinks they are justified, and who can blame them?You can't expect everyone to be rational.Without the power of a violent organization, and without the endorsement of legal regulations, the consequences of upholding justice without authorization are likely to make two enemies~"

Yuxiang frowned:

"Then...according to sir, what should we do?"

The gentleman tapped Yuxiang’s head with his index finger:

"Of course it's best to let them solve it on their own! Haven't Shiroko, Iroha and the others already shown you how to do it?"

Yuxiang blinked: "Wait, isn't this a choice question?"

The husband put his hands behind his back and smiled: "My lovely Miss Yuxiang, relationships are not like there are fixed options in galgame, improvisation is the way to go."

……

Mr. left.

He did not choose to rest in the office, even though it did have a bed.

He is always in such a hurry, and there always seems to be endless work and things to do.

Fortunately, there is still some of his scent and residual warmth in the room.

Yuxiang was still smiling, staring at the activity report she had just typed in a daze.

"Let the students solve it themselves...solve it themselves..."

She murmured what her husband had said before he left, as if she was talking in her sleep.

"That is indeed the most ideal situation."

"But, sir, have you ever thought about it?"

"It is precisely because of you, precisely because in front of you, that Iroha and Shirako can put aside their pride, apologize to each other frankly, and express their opinions to each other frankly."

"Without you, these children from Kivotos would probably only use ammunition to respond to each other's disputes, right?"

Yuxiang's face glowed with a strange light.

She gently opened the desk drawer.

Deep in the drawer, there was a halo-destroying mine.

This thing is a collection of the seminar. During the second Arius Incident, Yuka and the others also participated in the battle and captured some of the trophies of Arius Academy.

Her slender fingers touched this fatal thing, her eyes filled with clear love and obsession.

"There are still 50 days... haha... I just need to survive another 50 days... I can go on my honeymoon with my husband..."

Chapter 052: Day 049·Millennium Technology Academy ①

Throughout history, we will find that huge changes often happen in an instant.

The Library of Alexandria, the essence of the classical world, houses the manuscripts of the medical saint Hippocrates, the magnificent poems of Homer, Euclid's "Elements of Geometry", and the profound philosophical thoughts of Aristotle.

It has a long history of 600 years, more than 70 volumes of precious manuscripts, and countless precious ancient works.

It can no longer even be called a palace of civilization - it is the embodiment of reason, philosophy and civilization.

However, when Emperor Theodosius I of the Roman Empire issued an edict establishing Christianity as the state religion,

The brilliance of classical rationality—the gods and philosophies from ancient Greece—were quickly tried as heretics overnight.

Countless magnificent poems and manuscripts are no longer priceless.

In the eyes of their fanatical believers, they are more vicious than the filthiest and most unclean enemies.

They spread endlessly poisonous pagan knowledge and poisoned holy believers. For the root of these depravities, the Cross Christians had only one verdict:

Burning at the stake burns away all knowledge and reason.

Led by the fanatical bishop, the believers rushed into this palace of knowledge, overturned the bookshelves, knocked over the candlesticks, and picked up every precious manuscript volume - not to read, but to burn.