It's all one flower.

There are signs of people.

Immediately after recognizing approaching, he was pinched by a part of his body and his whole body floated in space.

The feeling of being pinched disappears. At the same time, I felt the warmth at the bottom of my body.

There is a man's face nearby.

I felt familiar, but I can't remember.

Green hair and green eyes reminiscent of summer Qin skin (Toneriko). It looked like a delicate age between young people and middle-aged people. The collar of the white coat is embroidered with blue thread.

... who is it?

I can't make a sound.

A man's mouth moves and an unknown voice reaches his ear.

"Oh, maybe you were asleep?

"Is that how you sleep?

"The record says I occasionally sleep."

The voice that answers questions from an invisible position is friendly.

"Sometimes? What are the frequencies and conditions?

"I don't know. I don't have much material I could retrieve from the lab."

"If I were to look into it, it wouldn't be so dark and noseless... how can I tell between awakening and sleeping?

"I couldn't use an electroencephalograph or something, and I realized I couldn't do it by scientific means."

"Do you know what methods have been used in past research?

"The contractor feels it, and if he tells me to go to bed, he's going to sleep."

The man's side turns into a vague smile.

The questioner felt breathtaking.

"Is such an order possible?

"If you have entered into a [contract with a magician] with a creature or monster in the world, you can't control even the physiological phenomenon. This magical creature... must have its own specs."

"Magic creatures basically don't need sleep, but why dare you give them that?

The man who asks questions seems to be much older than the man who answers.

Your body is lowered and feels warm on the sides as well as the lower part. Your white chest moves as you breathe, and the sound of your voice shakes your whole body comfortably.

"After all, it seems that the first lab was destroyed by his rampage and he was unable to retrieve most of the research materials, so we have to check it again one by one."

"Certainly to the left, but if you were forbidden [the contract of the magician], there would be progress"

Even when I look up, I can only see the back of my chin where the shaving marks are blue.

I felt anxious and trembled.

"Hmm? What's wrong?

Her face turned towards us with a gentle voice. The anxiety melted as soon as I received the gentle gaze that led me. Lie in your white coat and feel the heartbeat of the Lord of Voices all over your body.

"All right, all right."

Your fingers stroke softly with a gentle voice.

The tension was relieved with joy, and my whole body weakened and weakened.

"There are a lot of tricks to know without signing a contract. Let's do our best first."

"The war is still going on....."

"That's why. When a fellow becomes a contractor, he or she will be on the front lines. As long as the contractor doesn't die, we can't change it, so we have to do our best on acceptable terms."

"... I'm sorry."

The content of the conversation was disturbing, but his voice echoing over the white coat was pleasant and gradually getting better.

"For example, this. A nostalgic function."

"Do you miss it? Is this it?"

The voice of an elderly man is half suspicious.

"If you treat him gently, he will identify the human being, nostalgic and aggressive to anyone but the contractor."

"Originally used to clean evil spirits, it should not be aggressive against humans."

"Don't you think? But it's not."

"What did you say?

The content of the conversation goes from right to left.

"If the human side is exposed to disgust, or if it does something bad, it will still identify the human individual and show aggressiveness."

"What....."

"I have a learning ability."

I was proud to say it, and trembled with joy.

"To get to know each other better, we need to get along better.... make her adorable."

"I'll tell everyone in the research team."

The knock opened Lubel's eyes.

The day it was shot diagonally, the ceiling of the base was clearly color-coded.

"Mr. Lubel, how are you? Do you think you can eat it?

"Ah, yes. It's okay."

Hurry up and open the door in the private room.

Rehabilitation aide.

The wagon has dinner for five. Apart from Lubel, there are soldiers in rehab.

"I sat by the window from this morning until after three o'clock, and then I circled around the room...."

"Please don't be too hard on yourself."

The rehab assistant smiled bitterly and put the wagon in the room.

Place the basin on the writing desk and add the soup with [water handling]. Lubel, who had already recovered from eating alone, sat in his chair and hurried to the other room.

... even if I eat it, the magic guns feed on monsters.

Lubel thinks the soup in his mouth is delicious, but what about the magic cannon?

Do you have a taste in the first place?

While eating, I think back to my dreams.

This time, the voice of the people of the lake and the opponent was clearly heard.

I try to recall the contents, but there is no grasp so that water spills from the palm. The more I try to recall, the more my memory melts away and disappears.

... how much memory does a magic cannon have?

The man who looked like a researcher in his dreams said he had the ability to learn. If you have the ability to learn, you will have a lot of memories.

Is it a fragment of the memory of the Magic Cannon, or is it a fragment of the eaten Magic Cannon that survived somewhere and is now seen? Or is it just a free dream where Lebel wants to meet the Magic Cannon?

Right now.

Past?

It's just a dream.

The researcher's costume doesn't tell us the times. The state of the room was obsessed with the researchers' voices and warmth, and I could only remember the whiteness of the walls.

After another week of rehab, and as I finished reading the report, Second Lieutenant Razootchik visited the room.

"I heard that I recovered to the point where I could not interfere with my daily routine."

"Yes, thank you for waiting."

"Quickly, but in three days, we will infiltrate the Republic of Lanista."

Copy that.

I couldn't disobey Rubel, who was only a magical armor.