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

He thought his attitude would make the other person unhappy. This is a development that suits him - or in other words, he doesn't know how things can develop in this current situation where "he is already a prisoner". The relationship between the tortured and the interrogator is naturally antagonistic. In his combat experience, whether he was still in the legion or wandering after leaving the legion, he had never seen or believed that in the situation he was in In this case, who can I have a peaceful conversation with?

But Fujimaru Ritsuka obviously doesn’t think so. She stood in front of the chained Sahar - a deadly war machine shaped by biological alchemy - with a natural expression. She looked neither fierce nor embarrassed, nor contemptuous nor fearful. She did not look up. He didn't look down, as if he just met an ordinary person in an ordinary situation, so he asked in an ordinary manner:

"Saul Sahar, let's talk."

The attitude shown by the other party in which everything was perfectly emotionally centered miraculously calmed down the raging flames in Sahar's heart. He still didn't feel that he was being treated properly, but at least he was willing to reply:

"Who are you?"

"I advise you to be more respectful." The person who spoke up was Sevatar. "This noble lady directly represents the emperor's will - ouch."

Jeanne Alter, who was empty-handed, quickly kicked Sevita's calf in desperation. Before Sahar could figure out what was going on, he heard the little girl in front of him, who looked like a minor, sigh again with a heavy feeling completely inconsistent with her apparent age:

"Stop making trouble. Also, Savita Leon, do you have any obsession with saying the same sentence every time in a similar scene like 'Someone questions my identity'?"

"But Miss, this is fun." Sevita smiled playfully again as she had a premonition that the alarm was lifted, "You have to let me have some healthy entertainment - the expression everyone showed when they heard about your identity for the first time. Each has its own interesting points. What’s more, my brother’s understanding of the current situation is obviously less than ‘knowing nothing’.”

"Then this conversation becomes even more necessary." Fujimaru Ritsuka then concluded, "Sahar obviously needs a lesson on the current situation. And," she turned to the prisoner in front of her, "my name It’s Fujimaru Ritsuka. The owner of the ship you’re currently on is probably the one Judge Wilchak sent you to investigate.”

The prisoner hesitated, but ultimately did not comment on the metaphorical use of "make up a lesson." He also selectively ignored the little girl who announced her family name in front of him, and instead questioned Sevita in a rather irritated manner: "What? So, we are a group of great and cruel people who can stop children from crying at night. Did the Crow Prince finally return to the Emperor's service with his tail between his legs?"

This does seem fanciful, but Sahar is not blind. He could tell who was really taking the lead in the conversation after the ginger-haired girl came in.

This was also a provocation. Unfortunately, neither the neglected girl nor Sevita were offended by this sentence. The first one to respond lazily was the latter. Even though Sevatar's facial features were affected by the scar, he still perfectly made a proud expression. Sahar noticed that the scar on his brow bone seemed to have become shorter——

"That's a long story—"

"——So let's start with the more immediate and specific issues."

Before the smug Savita began his tirade triumphantly, Fujimaru Ritsuka nonchalantly interrupted the Midnight Lord's long sentence in the middle. The latter should have regarded this as a serious offense. In Sahar's experience, it was more natural for a Night Lord Astartes to let things develop in this direction, but Sevatar obviously did not feel dissatisfied. He just shrugged meaninglessly and shut his mouth.

Sahar should have been surprised by this situation, but he had no more surprised emotional energy to expend on this matter. When the prisoner discovered this, Fujimaru Ritsuka's straightforward and emotionless sentences did not stop:

"To put it bluntly, you are already a dead man in the eyes of Inquisitor Michaelia Wilczak."

"--What did you say?!"

This is

When Sahar met Wilchak, he was out of ammunition and food and was desperate. Mita was also seriously injured and lacked medical treatment. He was obviously being tortured by something unknown in the subspace and kept making weak sounds. wailing. In this case, it was certainly not a good choice to surrender to Wilchak who didn't know why he suddenly became interested in them, but if they wanted to survive, it was the only choice.

Therefore, in the next two years, Sahar changed the painting of the power armor to the style of the Death Watch Black Shield, received water that could barely keep him alive and equipment that could barely allow him to complete the mission, and worked for Weir. Inquisitor Chuck serves. In fact, he did not obtain the corresponding procedures and identification. As long as someone looks into his identification number, he can see the clues. Unfortunately, fortunately or unfortunately, no one has done this in the past two years.

The Inquisitor had told him that if he could prove his worth in service, then he would regain an identity that could walk in the sun, and Mita Ashen's injuries would receive proper medical attention. and implants. Wilczak also said that Mitta's psychic powers were of corresponding value to her, and perhaps she would allow Mitta to gain a position of freedom and power as an acolyte by her side.

Unfortunately, apart from being able to provide treatment to Mita, Wilchak's promise had little appeal to Sahar. If Mita hadn't really needed treatment, this unstable cooperation that was only superficial would never have continued. Sahar did not trust Wilchak, and he did not believe a word of what the inquisitor said. And he knew that the old witch didn't trust him either.

"As you may know, Wilchak is under your, uh...temporal lobe..." Fujimaru Ritsuka seemed to want to struggle with the medical terms in Gothic, but she quickly gave up. It's somewhere in your brain. She planted a tiny bomb in your head. It's not very powerful, but it's enough to blow your brain into a pulp. After you got on my ship, Asclepius. Si gave you a full body check according to the procedures, and he successfully removed the bomb safely. Do you remember this part?"

Sahar shook his head in confusion, nodded again, shook his head again. He didn't know that Wilchak had done this to him at some point in time, and he had no memory of what happened after he lost consciousness during the mission, but he was completely convinced that the old witch must have had a crush on her. Did something. Everything Ritsuka Fujimaru has mentioned so far, except that the treatment as a prisoner is a bit too good, sounds completely reasonable.

"When I went to the infirmary to get your medical report, Asclepius told me: a few minutes before my arrival, the micro bomb was detonated by remote control." Fujimaru Ritsuka continued her straightforward narrative. , "Whatever the motivation, it's clear that she decided to give up on you. However, since you didn't really die from that bomb, I guess you will have to follow us. What do you think about this? Any objection?"

The chained Sahar let out a low, almost unhuman growl, not for himself, but for Mita.

Of course he had objections because Mita was still alive. Sahar had confirmed this with her own eyes, but she was only alive. A psyker like Mita would be of great help, but Sahar did not believe that a Lord Inquisitor would have the means to recruit an acolyte of the appropriate abilities should the need arise. The significance of the half-dead Mita to Wilchak is only to restrain Sahar's behavior, but if the old witch decides to give up Sahar, will she still spend time, manpower and resources to keep Mita alive? Even in that half-dead state?

Think quickly, Saul Sahar, think of a solution! He forced himself in extreme anger and panic. He had to figure out how to escape from the shackles, return to the black ship of the Tribunal, and tell the inquisitor who had killed a thousand swords as soon as possible that Sahar was still alive! And he must hurry up and race against time so that he can save Wilchak before she remembers Mita - and if he fails, then he will use everything he has to try his best to avenge Mita - —

"I think this means 'I have objections'." Fujimaru Ritsuka's attitude was still very calm. This may be because Sahar in front of her was indeed furious, but this anger was still well suppressed. Restricted by rune shackles, "So, which part of this decision do you disagree with?"

"All parts," Sahar said through gritted teeth.

Fujimaru Ritsuka still didn't look irritated. She just tilted her head helplessly: "You have to know that if we can't figure out the core of the problem, then we will never solve it. This kind of confrontational attitude It will only increase the efficiency of communication between us."

"In my opinion, there are no problems that need to be solved here." Saiweita muttered quietly at a volume that everyone could hear, "It's us who imprison him, and it's us who decide his fate." . Whether we want to spare his life or simply kill him, he has no right to resist or even refute."

He was able to finish a whole paragraph here, which is enough to prove that Joan of Arc Alter obviously has the same point of view. But Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't think so: "Don't do this. If he wants to get on the ship, I hope he'd better stay on the ship out of his own volition."

Savita turned her head and secretly rolled her eyes. He felt that he was very cautious and did not even let Jeanne Alter notice it, but he still received a kick accurately in the next second. Fujimaru Ritsuka and Sahar ignored the farce that happened on the side. The former did not care because he was accustomed to it, while the latter because of a stagnant atmosphere and gloomy future, he could only focus on the opposite side. On the young girl:

"What do you want?" he asked first. He actually didn't have much confidence, and what he could give was very little, so little that he could see through it at a glance and count it on one hand - but just like Judge Wilchak didn't kill him at that time, the man in front of him Fujimaru Ritsuka did not kill him, and even removed the time bomb in his brain. Would a person help an enemy he has never met for no reason? Sahar thinks not. In this case, this may mean that she also wants something from him, even if he doesn't know what it is.

But Fujimaru Ritsuka's answer was beyond his expectation: "I don't want anything."

She said this, and then slowly squatted down in front of Sahar, looking up at his eyes fixed to the wall by the collar:

"What we're talking about now is what do you want," she said.

The classic Rain of Isis removes the abnormal status of friendly allies.

So of course heavyweight and impactful news must have a heavyweight and impactful way of presentation (?)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 278 The Mistress of Chaldea (big boo)

Sahar was a little confused.

He had been released from the shackles and stood in a bright, clean, and white corridor. There are still wounds on his body that are hurting, not only those caused by Sevita, but also the locations of some earlier serious illnesses. However, this kind of pain is nothing to Astartes, and Sahar's empirical intuition also tells him that these wounds are healing.

This confusion mainly comes from the fact that he cannot understand what is happening now and how it is happening - everything seems normal, but Sahar cannot understand the logic behind them.

The world he has seen in his life has never operated with such logic.

The facts that were happening were so contrary to his experience that he felt at a loss. He had a conversation with Fujimaru Ritsuka, which was probably not considered peaceful given his staunchly confrontational attitude. He did answer the other party's questions, but he raised his demands in a provocative manner. From the bottom of his heart, he didn't think these things could come true, so he showed far more aggression than necessary during his statement. Even Savita, who was listening on the side, seemed to want to get past Fujimaru Ritsuka and take action to kill Sasha. Hal tortured him-but he didn't.

Sevatar stood still and the silver-haired woman next to him just smiled mockingly at Sahar who behaved like this. Fujimaru Ritsuka squatted on the ground and listened to the whole process with his head raised, then calmly checked with him whether he had finished speaking, and then Shi Shiran stood up from where he was and patted his skirt habitually. Sahar thought she was going to snap at this point and was prepared for the next torture - but she didn't.

Fujimaru Ritsuka just snapped his fingers, and all the runes on the iron shackles that bound Sahar were extinguished, and the locks popped open naturally. All the physical restrictions imposed on him were lifted in an instant. As the person involved, Sahar did not expect this development at all, so he was caught off guard and had no time to adjust his center of gravity that was too forward, and he fell directly. On to the cold, wet ground. Face on the ground.

The silver-haired woman laughed loudly and unashamedly at this, and Sevatar probably laughed too, but Sahar didn't pay much attention to it. He was so confused that he didn't even remember for the first two seconds that he was supposed to get up from the ground. Such slow reflexes should not appear in a Space Marine. As the Night Lord, the most important thing he should do at that moment is to pounce on the opponent and twist off the opponent's head, and then break out of the cell while the group is leaderless - - But he didn't do that, not because he realized that he couldn't win, but because he was stunned and didn't think about it for a while.

While he was getting up in a daze, he heard Fujimaru Ritsuka issuing instructions to the people around her: Sevatar was going to take Sahar, who had regained his freedom (so simple? It was too suspicious, so he was suspicious) to retrieve him. She is wearing power armor, and she is going to discuss matters related to Mita Ashen with Inquisitor Hastings.

"Of course it would be best to extradite the person involved through negotiation. Even if this is not possible, we should at least confirm the current status of the psyker acolyte during this process."

Fujimaru Ritsuka's nonchalant attitude towards making decisions that seemed appropriate for her apparent age sounded overly naive and taken for granted. Sahar didn't think that what she said in these few seconds would accomplish anything in the end - even from the most superficial point of view, in order to prevent him, the prisoner, from randomly breaking off a few of the little girl's fingers, at least the surrounding People should also stop it, right? But when Sahar finally remembered to get up from the ground, he discovered that Sevatar was preparing to carry him to carry out the order that didn't seem right.

Maybe he really should have rushed over at that moment and at least strangled the girl's neck. Although this is obviously not wise, it is an option that makes Sahar feel more "safe" psychologically. Unfortunately, Savita was standing in front of him at that time and put a hand on his shoulder. The sixth sense honed in all the battles screamed sharply, advising Sahar not to act rashly, so in the end, he just stood there quietly and watched Fujimaru Ritsuka alone leave the simulated cell first. , nothing was done.

Now, Sahar, who was still theoretically just a prisoner, stared blankly at Savita walking in front of him. Driven by instinct, he weighed how successful it would be if he launched a surprise attack against him from this position. What is the rate. And the next second, there was a poke on his side that was only for warning, but it was really painful. The silver-haired woman known as Jeanne Alter had already held it in her hand at some point. A flagpole wrapped in war chess, and he unscrupulously used this thing that appeared out of thin air as a weapon:

"Don't have any evil intentions." She warned, "Even if you can knock down that useless guy in front of you, don't forget, I'm also watching you from behind."

Before Sahar could react, "the useless guy in front" retorted faster than him: "Hey, with his virtue, he can't even beat me with one hand if I give him a hand now."

Sahar raised his eyebrows. Driven by instinct, some words that only reached the medulla bulbar reflex came out of his mouth: "So, you don't refute that you are a 'useless guy'?"

He thought this would start a new round of personal harm, but Sevita just smiled meaningfully at him: "It doesn't matter, after all, you are more 'useless' than me."

The former company commander, who was easily provoked, was inevitably angry, but inevitably mixed with a little bit of inexplicable surprise. He turned around and continued to move forward: "Explaining everything from beginning to end is too much." Sorry, let me give you a piece of advice that can be used if you don’t understand the cause and effect: don’t try to use your logical thinking, just let nature take its course. As long as you don’t do anything beyond the scope of the eldest lady’s expectations, She can keep everything organized.”

"Forgive me, I disagree." Sahar sneered, mentally calculating whether he should attack backward first - when it seemed that he had "a choice", he did not give up the initiative to a man who seemed completely Plans for preteen little girls.

"It doesn't matter whether you agree or not. The matter was settled the moment Fujimaru Ritsuka gave the order." Sevatar stopped again, patiently - or, obviously, forcing himself Pretending to be patient, he said, "This is Chaldea, so what the Chaldean mistress says is absolute."

Joan of Arc Alter poked Sahar on the shoulder with a flagpole from behind, urging him to move forward: "Although it's not entirely like this, but only on this matter, I agree. Hurry and get it from the equipment warehouse. The power armor, then I can go back to rest after get off work. "

"Why?" Sahar suddenly asked: "I was caught during the execution of the mission, but I did not die. Now you want me to take back my armor - why?"

"There are not so many 'whys'." Sevita, whose patience was running out at a speed visible to the naked eye, replied angrily, "I'm too lazy to explain to you, but things are happening now, so accept it. If you insist on thinking about it, If I can find a reason for the small probability of "I am still alive", it is that I saw a sign that you should not die at this time: sooner or later, you will change your power armor back to the Midnight Lord's paint job. , and then scream loudly in a small space that is either a torpedo or an airdrop pod, and the scream is more piercing than a young child! "

His words were accompanied by a loud bang. If I had to say it, when it came to the location of the "Jumping Torpedo", Savita had already realized what was happening, but he still chose to finish his so-called "prophecy" regardless. There was a bit of schadenfreude in this decision, because after the loud noise, Sahar, who made some "useless struggles" about his situation, was almost completely embedded into the decorative pillars on the wall.

"I don't have eyes." Jeanne d'Arc A. Alter sneered and weighed the flagpole in his hand.

"I warned you not to use your logic. Guess why I didn't refute her address to me?" Sevatar added, half grieving and half gloating, "Perhaps from a normal logic, the side that looks like a mortal will be easier to break through than an unarmored Space Marine, but normal logic doesn't work on the Storm's Edge. But on the bright side, you won't eat for free on the ship - now you immediately have an extra job repairing the corridor."

At this moment, Sahar believed that he had deeply understood this through his own actions.

-

Although it is difficult to break through "the side that looks like a mortal", this does not mean that "an unarmored Space Marine" is easy to deal with. Ten minutes later, Sahar paid a bloody price for realizing this reality, but what was more unbearable than the physical pain was that Sevita actually gave him a hand.

He was also the captain of the first company, and he lost even though the other party gave up a hand. This was simply a shame and a great humiliation!

Sevita, who felt refreshed again after venting his violence, gave another piece of “practical” advice: “If you want to make a fuss, save your energy. Things happen almost every day on this ship. People feel incredible, and they may be exhausted after being surprised one after another.”

Sahar felt that the other party was obviously exaggerating, but the situation was stronger than the person, so he finally chose to swallow his doubts. He originally thought that "taking him back his power armor" was some kind of euphemistic code for "scrapping it", and he was prepared to be taken to some corner room and face one or even several bolt guns with his body. Mental preparation - he did not intend to sit still and wait for death, but he did feel that he might die today. However, the place they finally arrived was beyond Sahar's expectation:

Sevatar actually took him into a warehouse where power armor was stored. His Deathwatch black shield-painted armor was particularly obvious among the Midnight Lord power armor.

This is not only due to the painting, but also to the equipment model and completeness. The marks of damage and wear on Sahar's armor were very obvious, but it did seem to have... gotten a little cleaner during the time he was unconscious? Sahar isn't so sure.

In this warehouse, the people who complete the work of putting on armor for the Space Marines are not servitors or slaves, but a set of fully automatic assembly lines. Sahar thinks this is relatively novel, but he also has doubts about these fully automatic mechanical structures: Who knows whether a bolter will suddenly appear and fire at his head at a certain step, or jump secretly. A chainsword came out and cut him in half, body and armor alike.

Once again, the situation is stronger than the man, so Sahar once again realized that he was faced with a situation where he seemed to have a choice, but in fact there was only one way to go. Reluctantly, he stepped onto the workbench and allowed the mechanical structures to piece his patchwork suit of armor onto himself (making sure they had been cleaned in some way while away from him). , then took back the bolter and frag grenade that he had barely equipped, and finally began to look at each other in disbelief with Savita, who was still standing without armor.

"I advise you not to have any evil thoughts." The former company commander warned, "You'd better not think that you can gain any advantage by wearing power armor. And I don't think you have the ability to repair the automated machinery and equipment in this room. ”

"But I really want to beat you-"

Sahar stepped forward menacingly, but - in a literal "blink of an eye", the Sevita in front of him transformed from his unarmored state into a cavalry-style Terminator giant. In theory, this type of Terminator armor would appear very bulky in close combat, but in reality, Sahar barely reacted before the Terminator's iron claws were already stuck in his face——

There was another loud noise, and Sahar, who was lying on the ground in a daze, began to reflect: They are also the first company commander, why is there such a big gap between him and Sevita.

Although "how on earth Sevatar hid in the Terminator armor in a literal blink of an eye" is obviously very bizarre, for Sahar, its importance ranks second to "Why did I Can’t beat Sevatar”.

"I think it's best to call it a day." He heard Sevatar's armored voice coming from behind the ringing in his ears. "I think if the lady finds out that we are fighting in the arsenal, she won't be very concerned about it." Happy. It has been exactly half an hour since she left the simulation room. I guess the next order for us will be coming soon."

Sahar didn't know how many times he got up from the ground today. He was annoyed to find that the edge of his breastplate was dented in an inconspicuous area, and the servo system in the helmet was reporting errors frantically regarding the damage to that part. He spent a thought turning off those damn beeps that only he could hear, and asked angrily: "What 'order'? I don't think I have an obligation to follow it."

"But you don't have the freedom not to follow it." Sevatar, who was wearing Terminator armor, held his chain saw with one hand and said unceremoniously, "Anyway, no matter what kind of situation you are forced to do, you In the end, you have to listen to the lady's arrangements. Since we don't know what the so-called 'next step' is, I advise you to save your energy."

"How can you be sure there will be a 'next step'?" Sahar asked sarcastically, pretending that he did not notice Joan of Arc Alter disappearing from her place, and continued to look for loopholes in order to formulate plans for the next armed resistance escape. "That little girl only asked you to return your power armor to me before she left."

"You little thing who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth, have you forgotten that you are a prisoner just for a moment?" Although Savita's voice was strange, there seemed to be no dissatisfaction in his feelings. "When will the guilty person get his own back?" Of course it’s time to use the weapons.”

Sahar still wanted to refute, but at that moment, he heard an unharmonious noise coming from the ceiling above his head.

For a moment, he suspected that Jeanne d'Arc Alter, who had just disappeared, had gotten into some kind of maintenance pipe that could hide people when he didn't notice it, and he hesitated whether to pretend not to hear it. . But Sevatar raised his head generously at this moment and muttered in confusion: "Ventilation duct?"

Then, as if he was questioning his own judgment, Sevatar completely ignored Sahar, who was standing aside, and just looked up into the vent. A few seconds later, he suddenly smiled and turned to Sahar and reiterated: "What am I talking about? Weird things happen every day on this ship - I seem to see the Chaldean mistress crawling through the air. Tube."

With a clang, the iron grating on the vent fell halfway from the ceiling, and an orange head stuck out from it: "Who is the 'Mistress of Chaldea'? Do you understand the situation? I do it every day You have to listen to Asclepius about what to eat and drink, you have to listen to Vasilian about who you see and do every day, and you have to listen to Sigismund about where to go and what route to take every day - now these three are still preparing for a little bit. After I have free time, I fight over what I should wear in my daily life. How can I be such a 'hostess' who has no freedom at all?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was hanging upside down from the vent, followed Savita's words and complained.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 279 A third-rate magician also wants to become a Phantom Thief!

After confirming the surrounding environment, the orange head quickly retracted into the internal structure on the ceiling. Immediately afterwards, Fujimaru Ritsuka, who had changed into a tight suit, jumped down from the vent about five meters high, and landed lightly and steadily - but there was a loud noise when the metal collided and fell:

Sahar, who got up, seemed to feel that he was okay again at the moment Fujimaru Ritsuka appeared, but unfortunately Sevita didn't think so. So, in less than a second when Fujimaru Ritsuka emerged from the vent and fell from the air, Sahar had already completed the process of "getting up, preparing to sprint, tripping, and falling again." The whole process of forming a ball.

"..." Fujimaru Ritsuka, who landed safely in his combat uniform, took a moment to organize his words, and then turned to Savita's direction half-inquiry and half-confirmation, "I didn't expect him to be so...lively?"

"No matter what arrangements you have for him or us next, I advise you to be cautious." Sevatar fiddled with the long chain saw pole he just used to trip people, and then let it turn into invisible ether again. Dissipated out of thin air, "Miss, I have to say that your impression of 'Saul Sahar' may not be applicable at the moment."

After Jeanne Alter said the word "empathy", Sevatar naturally understood the source of all the discomfort during the communication between Fujimaru Ritsuka and the new prisoner. Although he is "Yago Sevatarion" living in this universe, he has also recognized a memory of "Yago Sevatarion in the illusion". Comparing the two, as one of the parties involved, he can say with certainty that he and the so-called "other self" are completely two different people - of course, as "the same person", they naturally have commonalities, but because the environment they are in is too different, this little commonality is really not much.

Since there are differences between "Savitas", of course the same is true between "Sahar". It just depends on whether Fujimaru Ritsuka can realize this.

"I have extensive experience in dealing with situations like this where you need to face the same paradoxical individual." Fujimaru Ritsuka held her forehead with a headache and allowed Savita, who had changed her position, to get in between her and herself. Sahar was struggling with his power pack and trying to get up again, blocking most of her sight, "But this time maybe I took it too much for granted. At least in my impression, Sahar just Sometimes I am so stubborn that I just don’t look back until I hit the wall.”

"...I think this impression is not wrong." Saiweita's tone seemed to be about to burst into laughter. "At least he is really focused on finding a way to escape on his own. This guy's perseverance in this regard is quite annoying. "

Sahar had stood up again during this back and forth conversation - in a posture of preparation with the center of gravity lowered, just like a frightened cat: "What on earth do you want to do?"

It's hard to say whether he was frightened by the Terminator armor on Savita that apparently appeared through "unconventional means", or whether he was frightened by the way Fujimaru Ritsuka appeared in this hangar through "unconventional means." Anyway, the conclusion is obvious: even the Astartes' brains have somewhat shut down after encountering a large number of unexpected emergencies and unexpected situations that cannot be explained logically in a short period of time.

After seeing this, Fujimaru Ritsuka was silent for a brief moment, and finally decided to discuss the matter: "Let me discuss with you about Mita Ashen."

"..."

"..."

There was a suspicious silence lingering in the air, which made Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't help but ask after two seconds:

"...Wait a minute, let me confirm first. No one thinks that after I decided to inform Judge Hastings to ask for someone from the other party, and then issued this order, this problem was over, right?"

"Of course not." Sevita responded with a rhetorical question before Sahar could speak. "But the question is, Miss, why did you have to discuss this issue with us twice and choose one before the second conversation? What about an impressive special appearance?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka paused again, and then chose to talk to him: "Sahar, you don't think so either, right?"

"Vilchak can't just let him go." Sahar gritted his teeth and concluded, "She regards us as her own assets, and for her own assets, she will never destroy them with her own hands. Assigned to others.”

This is why Sahar is so insistent and eager to break through the guards' blockade and return to Judge Wilchak's black ship alone. He didn't know what was happening on that ship. The only thing he was sure of was that if he delayed here for one more second, the probability that Mita might encounter something unexpected would increase by one point.

Unfortunately, the only person in the room who genuinely cares about this issue is Sahar himself. At least, when Sevita spoke again, he did not mention the question placed before them by Fujimaru Ritsuka at all: "I am still very concerned about the way you appear, Miss. Where is Sigismund?"

"——Alter dear, cut off his internal communications!" Fujimaru Ritsuka gave the order immediately, but couldn't help complaining, "Sevita, can't you just be a quiet accomplice?"