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“…Why again, why again, why does this happen again…!”
“…”
Come to your senses.
Those words automatically came to mind as I watched Atalanta losing her senses and muttering in front of me, but this time, unlike usual, it was difficult to say those words straight.
Because I don’t understand what’s going on right now.
“It was already a disaster when the Prime Minister of the Empire invaded the Academy without saying a word, so why are you involved in it again…!”
“…It’s not like I really wanted to be involved.”
He answers in a gloomy voice.
“Even when I stayed still, he attacked me.”
“…yes?”
Atalanta looked at me as if she had almost stopped breathing.
It looks like he has thought of a possibility that he doesn’t even want to imagine.
“You’re not saying that he’s also a vessel of the devil, are you?”
“I guess not.”
I don’t know anything else, but that’s for sure.
If it is the devil’s vessel, it cannot be designated as a ‘good man’ in the first place. Systemically, this is completely impossible.
“…”
But then.
I’ve said it many times, but it’s absolutely impossible to guess why he’s acting like that towards me.
What reason is there to act like that towards someone with whom you have no contact?
“…anyway. “I don’t know why, but it’s clear that the Prime Minister is paying a lot of attention to you right now.”
While I was thinking that, Atalanta spoke in a tense voice.
“You were invited to dinner. With Princess Tristan.”
“yes.”
“I will prepare your clothes, so please wait quietly in the reception room until I escort you out.”
Atalanta said that in a stern voice as if warning.
I think I’m reacting unusually strongly for someone who has somehow covered up all the accidents I committed in the furnace of struggle, but the weight of ‘Great Chief’ and ‘Prime Minister’ is definitely different.
‘…The head of a republic and the person in power in a centralized state have a different sense of weight.’
If you compare it on a country-by-country basis, it might be a tribal union or an empire, but that’s a problem that arises due to differences in technology levels.
In other words, the empire has overwhelming manpower and resources that can match the technological power and numbers of the tribal alliances that are playing at an almost science fiction level.
The prime minister and the emperor are the ones who can do that with just one word.
“This time, if you make a big mistake, I really won’t be able to protect you. You must remain calm. “You understand, right?”
“…”
If anyone sees me, I’ll look like a crazy person who causes accidents wherever I go.
‘…hmm.’
That’s not so wrong.
At least when I look back on my actions so far, it is difficult to deny that even with empty words.
good. This time, I promised Atalanta that I would just eat quietly and come back.
“There you are, Dowd Campbell!”
Before I could even finish thinking about it.
There was a person who burst open the door to the president’s office and came in.
It’s Paynol. It also seems unusually urgent.
“…Painol Lifek?”
Atalanta also checked the other person and tilted her head.
It may be a bizarre situation in itself for an ordinary student to suddenly burst into the president’s office like this, but Atalanta also seems to have some idea that this guy is a member of the Heresy Inquisition.
Just look at the way he moves on to asking questions purely about the business instead of raising any specific questions.
“What’s going on here…?”
“I’m going to that dinner too!”
“…”
Atalanta started washing her face like crazy.
And me too.
I didn’t really feel like I wanted to stop him.
As I declared that I would remain calm, it felt like accidents were happening all around me.
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[I always think, unlike you, all the women around you are hot.]
“…”
[What do you mean, why don’t we gather them all together and have something like the World’s Greatest Demon Tournament? The strongest one gets your super-opposition rights-]
“…Shut up, please.”
mister.
I don’t particularly want the dignity of a paladin or the appearance of a respectable mentor from you.
Please, let us preserve our dignity as human beings.
please.
[You and I are not even human anymore anyway.]
“…”
That’s right.
I sigh and look down at my chest.
This is the location where the seal of Tacheon, who is changing my race to great heights, is located.
“I shouldn’t have a seizure later…”
[What kind of seizure is it?]
“There are two bowls.”
The vessel that contains the strongest devil and the two vessels with the highest level of fusion at the moment.
It’s a combination that can get out of control if an accident occurs.
With that thought in mind, I look at the building in the distance where a meal is being prepared noisily.
Elnor and Feynol are probably waiting in the dining room. I’m planning to join a little later.
[But why are you joining later?]
“They say procedures and formalities are like that.”
I sigh and answer.
“The main character enters last.”
[Yes, I know that procedure. Then, shouldn’t the Prime Minister come in last? Why are you the last?]
“yes. “I heard that the Prime Minister and I enter in the same order.”
[…]
Caliban laughed.
This person was also a guardian who worked in the imperial palace, so he would have immediately figured out the hidden meaning there.
[…Isn’t it only for lovers or married couples who enter at the same time?]
“…Yes.”
In other words, it’s almost like scolding those around you. This person is my partner, so don’t even think about spitting on him.
Probably, as shown directly by Elnor, the tendency to do something like this is quite strong.
[…Are you spraying some kind of pheromone? What on earth did you do to do something like that?]
Hearing those words, I just rub my head in silence.
Even though it is a private event taking place in one quiet building of the Academy, human eyes and ears are everywhere.
I’m sure the rumor will spread. It is also possible that the story was processed into something that could be called a love story and scattered throughout the world.
“…I do not know either. “I’ve never actually met that person in the first place.”
[But he seemed to know, perhaps?]
“yes?”
[I said I had met you several times before. Either speaking or acting.]
I pat my chin and think about Caliban’s words.
That’s something I can agree with. Because it seems clear that they are showing that kind of ‘tea’ consistently.
[But are you sure there is nothing to point out there?]
He frowns slightly at Caliban’s words.
“…What does it mean?”
[There was a guy before who gave off a similar vibe. He’s a guy who gives off a familiar vibe even though he’s never really met you.]
“…”
I think I know what you mean.
It’s clearly referring to some gloomy woman who always wears a mask.
[By the way, you keep showing that you know something about that too. Also about its identity.]
“…I can only guess.”
but.
If the guy I suspect is really a visionary.
Exactly.
What if that guy really ‘transforms’ into a pioneer later on?
There is a possibility that the Prime Minister knows me.
[…What are you talking about?]
This means that you may have met Dowd Campbell from a ‘different timeline’ rather than me.
That’s what the gray devil says every time he sees me. The same goes for pioneers. Even the Blue Devils.
Because there was a consistent sound.
It’s not that hard to get the feeling that I’m not the first ‘Daud Campbell’ they’ve met.
Prime Minister, if there is a possibility, he is probably of that type.
[…What are you talking about? At a point in the past that you don’t remember, you were so annoying that you couldn’t meet anyone?]
“If it’s not the past, it’s the future.”
[what?]
“The laws of space and time are not absolute when it comes to demonic units, Caliban.”
This is a story that the Blue Devils also proved once. It is said that for demons, the time axis flows differently than for others.
It seems persuasive because he has repeatedly shown his words and actions as if he knows the ‘future’.
[…then.]
Caliban said in a dumbfounded voice.
[Are you saying that the Prime Minister came from the future?]
“…If you speak locally, that is correct. Rather.”
He narrows his eyes and answers.
“That means something may be ‘repeating.’”
[Repeated? what?]
“Go to the world.”
[…?]
There was silence from within the Soul Linker, as if asking what on earth they were talking about, but I couldn’t find a better explanation than this.
At least, it is most appropriate to summarize the ‘truth’ of this world that I have hypothesized so far to that extent.
“Well, I’m not really sure. “For now, I think you can just understand it as something that came from the future.”
[…I’m getting angry because I feel like you’re teaching me something?]
What are you teaching?
Right now, I am only vaguely feeling it.
Even when I reflect on my experiences and memories, I realize that phenomena that could never happen like this occur because the time axis is distorted.
but.
“But one thing is certain.”
I know what the ‘cause’ of such a phenomenon is.
Isn’t there a monstrous guy around me right now who can distort space and time just by existing?
[…Gray Devil.]
“yes.”
What comes from the future, the world repeats itself, whatever happens.
It’s all related to that guy.
In the first place, in this worldview, he is the only one who has the power to cause such a phenomenon.
“…”
well.
Then, ‘why’ he did such a thing again emerges as a key topic.
What on earth is happening in the future? Just looking at me at this point, demons roll their eyes and rush at me, and the gray demon distorts the entire time axis.
Focusing on ‘me’, what on earth will happen later?
‘…I don’t know.’
There are currently too few clues.
For now, we should focus on the problem at hand.
“…Still, the Prime Minister’s problem remains the same.”
Then, even within that hypothesis, a problem ultimately arises.
At least in that hypothesis, all beings are ultimately entangled with the ‘devil’ in some way.
The Precursor is the head of the devil worshipers. Gray devils and blue devils are devils themselves in the first place.
Then, the Prime Minister.
What kind of connection is there to be included in such a phenomenon?
As I was lost in my thoughts about that topic, someone else’s voice suddenly tickled my ears.
“You were here.”
“Ah, President. “I thought my neck was going to fall off while I was waiting…”
While saying that and trying to stand up, he was frozen in his seat.
Because it wasn’t Atalanta who opened the door to the drawing room and came in.
As soon as I met those golden eyes, I stood up as if I had been struck by lightning.
“…Your Excellency Prime Minister?”
“I’m here to get you, Dowd Campbell.”
“…Well, Your Excellency, it’s enough to send someone in for something like this-”
“Is that possible?”
The Prime Minister, who smiled softly, soon approached me with strides and grabbed my arm.
Naturally, both arms are linked together like a loop. It is tightly attached all the way to the armpits, making it a perfect fit.
“I’m greeting you, Daoud.”
“…Um, Prime Minister.”
First of all, one thing is certain.
If you enter the hall like this, Elnor will run away. It’s a direct path to game over.
“Anyway, I think this is too much treatment for my status. “Keep your distance a little bit…”
“…Fall?”
but.
As soon as I realized that the temperature had suddenly dropped due to Sullivan’s voice, a cold sweat ran down my spine.
Ah, I said this wrong. That feeling comes to me naturally.
“Again, I’m leaving you alone?”
“…”
Next, a sentence that will make you forget the chill running down your spine is pounding in your head.
‘…This time too?’
this person.
What do you mean?
and.
As soon as I met those eyes.
I realize it intuitively.
What is the ‘link’ between this person and the devil?
< System Message >
[‘Seal of Fallen Heaven’ reacts weakly! ]
[ Reacts to object =Removed object= ! ]
This close contact, the ‘energy’ radiating from those eyes is definitely an atmosphere I know.
This person is a ‘vessel’.
but.
It’s completely different from the typical demonic vessels I’ve encountered.
[What are you talking about?]
‘…It’s a bowl, though.’
He speaks to Caliban, who asks him a question in an astonished voice, while breaking into a cold sweat.
‘There is no piece of the devil.’
[…what?]
‘There are no fragments, only the power remains. like…’
I can’t bear to continue talking.
However, Caliban finishes the sentence.
[…as if you were the devil himself?]
“…”
Exactly, that’s what it feels like.
What the hell?
I was looking at the Prime Minister while breaking out in a cold sweat with that feeling.
“then.”
Sullivan grinned.
“Shall we go in?”
The Prime Minister said that, drawing a beautiful curve with his golden eyes.
It was a beautiful laugh.
So much so that it feels like the devil’s temptation.
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fantasy,
