Guest room provided within Battleship Plum. It is also luxuriously and comfortably built in value standards in the Galactic Empire. So Sodo casually followed the deputy walking around the room with his eyes as he relaxed on the couch.
"It looks fine, Admiral. There doesn't seem to be a kind of wiretap or a system that flows information outside. I don't know about BISHOP, but an oral conversation would be fine."
Nearly two hours after he started walking, he said so in a way that his deputy, a sonar man, was finally convinced.
"Right. Thank you for your hard work... what happened to the proposed peace?"
A sod that holds a drink placed on a desk. It was a very good scented tea, some luxurious making of the room, and I almost forgot the fact that this is in the battleship if I wasn't aware of it.
"Yep. It's going to go in the way it was supposed to. I've got two of them."
The deputy answers with a grin. Sodo snorted satisfied with it, exhaling one more time.
Sodo prepared a limited peace proposal with the RS Alliance in two ways: if evidence was found about the facility and if it was not. Both proposals were meant to protect ourselves, but at the same time they were adjusted to the benefit of RS. It will be up to me to decide which to submit depending on what happens in the future, and there will not have been one.
"It felt like you weren't really used to these negotiating things over there. Perhaps, there is a verse that considers this kind of way to be cowardly. Given the history of the war, I doubt it."
I suppose you remember what happened during the negotiations. Said the deputy in a blurry manner.
"It's the one called Difference of Minds. I guess war in a different way is the main thing in outer space. In fact, they seem to have little experience fighting in the center."
Thinking of information about the enemy, Sodo answered. "I see," the deputy hammered at it, sitting face to face with Sodo.
"But are you serious? Betrayal, isn't it?
A deputy officer who sounds anxious. Besides, Sodo smiled sarcastically.
"I don't know what to describe what I did above as anything other than betrayal against us...... just so. I'll return the same answer I gave the admiral over there. I mean half of it."
"Half, is it? Not all of them."
"Oh, yeah. Half. Personally, I'd like to say everything, but I can't do that in a position. If we don't find any evidence that they're looking into it, we need to fit in the original sheath"
"............... can we go back?
"We can go back. Except me."
When Sodo told him to throw it away, he threw his legs out on the couch and lay down. I didn't feel tired or bothered, I felt like I had a heavy load.
Whatever the future course, Sodo was sure that his position would be taken away, and that there was a good chance that he would be fired. On the contrary, we even considered the risk of being assassinated in some way, and it did not seem like a very good future awaited us.
But still, he was very pleased with the status quo. If we kept going, we would have been able to protect their safety and honour without having to abandon their men and treat them as pawns. To a hero who flipped an anti-flag with righteousness if proof could be found. If you can't find it, it just comes with a background of being flirted with by an incompetent admiral, and you can go back to the exact same life as before.
"Uhm. Not bad"
When Sodo squeaked so, one nodded satisfactorily.
"............... um, something like this, you don't know how it really feels. That's too good, isn't it?
At the bridge of Battleship Plum, Taro said with a crease between his eyebrows. And Marl, who stood next to him, goes, "Right?"
"Bella said she couldn't believe it either, and a little......... hey what the hell did you show me? We've been announcing about the facility for a long time, and has Admiral Sodo suddenly changed his mind?
To Marl's question, Taro roars hmm.
"I don't know, but it was a windy reaction I know over there. I'm gonna tell you how many sonnermen there are, though. Xiao Mei knew this would happen from the beginning?
While recalling what was said during the talks, Taro. Xiao Mei, who had silently refrained from doing so, denied "no".
"Honestly, you didn't expect it to be easy to get here, Mr. Taylor. Because of his background, his behavior towards needy rescuers, etc., it was recognized to such an extent that if we gave him options that would save them, we should consider them."
Small, neck tilting plum. To that answer, yeah nodding Marl.
"Right. Then, as Taylor said, I knew we'd get certainty about something we didn't know. How does Sonnerman do this, and there's nothing else? Any recordings?"
"No, no, I'm scared of the peeper over there, so the talks are totally off the record. I don't know what's gonna happen. Uh, I thought you said you didn't know where you were from."
"I don't know where I'm from......... that's about those sonnermen, isn't it? It's kind of hard to think that the head of the security department doesn't have access to HR information. What if we go to war with some old nest company or some hometown company?"
"Right. Thinking about it, well, when I'm supposed to believe Admiral Sodo's words - I have a premise, but I really don't know what you mean... I know some people like that."
Taro with a face that sounds sincerely disgusting. And Marl answered with the same face as "There is," and Xiaomei nodded slowly.
"It's unclear in what way Sonnerman can be created, but at least Miss Etta falls under that condition. Mr. Phantom has said the same thing, and that's probably what this is all about."
With his usual faceless expression, Xiaomei said. The two people who heard it often became silent, and eventually Taro opened his mouth reluctantly.
"Making a sonar man is such a low success rate...... so is a suicide bomber, how much are they killing people"
Taro said with disgust not even trying to hide it. It is not a situation where there is supposedly no alternative, such as war or something, but simply killing for our own benefit. Taro learned strong anger, but at the same time he was engulfed in unbearable sadness.
"Right............... hey Taylor. Maybe we were a little confused."
A serious look Marl said, taking Taro's hand. As she turned her gaze toward Etta, who sleeps on her seat, she lay down her long lashes.
"What they wanted wasn't some unidentified soldier, like Etta...... I wonder if that's what they were trying to make. It's your destiny."
Marl, who grabs Taro, has a lot of power in his hands. Taro shook his hand back hard and said.
"The disposable soldiers may be a by-product of that...... I didn't tell you both, but Mr. Phantom said one day. Everyone at the facility is a reinforced human candidate."
When Phantom asked me about the Narrazza party, he did say so. Taro regarded it only as one of his predictions, but when this happened, it didn't seem like the truth.
"Yes......... hey, Taylor. We can't just win this war."
Marl lets go of Taro's hand and walks over to Etta. Taro peered into the face of the Sleeping Princess as she also headed over there after her, perhaps her mind and body were going crazy somewhere.
"Oh. We need to make sure no more kids like Etta are born. Maybe I don't know anything about Etta, and maybe Etta will deny it, but, you know, this kind of thing isn't good after all. He's not healthy."
A force enters Taro's hand grabbing the seat, and his fingers slip into the cushion. Taro looked up with renewed determination when he did so for a while.
"Xiao Mei, I think that in the end all things will get to just one person. We know what he was trying to do, and if it was something, I don't think we should crush it somehow. Am I wrong?
Not even turning around, Taro said. Besides, Xiao Mei replied with her usual voice "No".
"You don't think there's anything wrong with your thoughts, do you, Mr. Taylor? Once I recognized the inexplicable behavior of saving others until I sacrificed myself, which is not the case now. In Xiaomei right now, there is an experience that is necessary and sufficient to understand what you think and think is right. Xiao Mei will follow you."
A voice just a little softer than usual. Taro nodded one slight face to the side and looked at Marl, nodding in the same way.
"I don't know if it's the Mercenaries, but those guys are just an aside. Let's get the trinkets out of here."
When Taro condensed his anger and grief in his chest, he treated it like a flame that burned quietly. The flame energized the body, clarified the brain, and erased something called stray.
"The enemy is Coleman."
Powerful, Taro pronounced it so.
I felt like it would be easy to do anything difficult right now.