Muimui-tan

- One...

Really, Mr. Crore, that's a mystery.

The Demons were regenerating like the ones who remodeled the Demon Stone, and there was no blood coming out of their broken arms, but when I met them in the Eight Great Labyrinths, The Tomb of the Unnamed King, they were badly injured under the hole, right? There was blood and no regeneration at that time.

What do you mean, really?

I met him, and since then, has something happened?

No, wait, Citri was with you then, wasn't she? Could it be because you weren't alone? Uh, I'm starting to think that Tsujitsu would fit.

Mr. Crore hides his regenerative abilities and his sword like the stump of that plant. But why?

As much as I tour the eight great labyrinths on my own, I know I'm a good prowess. But why? I don't know why I hide that ability, why I'm touring the eight great labyrinths, or why I'm alone.

Well, it's not until he tells me the truth, and I'm gonna focus on this labyrinth 'double helix' offense. Don't let anything else distract you and make a pokamis get you out of style.

Do you want to pick up type 14 that's waiting for you for now?

Returning to the spiralling passage, type 14 stood blurry along the way. Honestly, this guy is losing his mind about the machine.

"Type 14"

"Ah, oh. Master."

Type 14 seemed to notice my presence for the first time in the wake of heaven.

"Nyah, nya!

"There's nothing to worry about."

Type 14 and Emilio are having a conversation. That's right, type 14 sounds like you know what a feather cat is talking about. But I don't get it. Why doesn't the Feathercat's language work with alien language comprehension skills? This is a mystery, too.

Fourteen, let's go.

Take my revelation, type 14 returns an elegant bow. Earlier, I felt like I wasn't here, but now, you look okay.

- Two...

What the hell is this?

It was like some kind of experimental facility to have a big door open for Type 14.

A large transparent capsule filled with some liquid lined up and mysterious tubes attached to the underside of that capsule. The capsules in line, as far as I can see now, there's nothing in there.

I wonder, were you culturing something in this capsule? Somehow, it feels like you're out of the fantasy world all at once. Speaking of which, it seems that many of these eight labyrinths are experimental facilities like this or are making modern... Hmm, ancient civilization or something like that?

Even so, you're in good shape this time. Until now, they're all about to break or weather. Isn't this facility still alive?

Walk down the aisle lined with transparent capsules. One of them, the brain? There was something like that floating around. Wow, that's gross.

Moving on, empty transparent capsules, like the first time, disappeared. Various things are being put into it and floated.

The head swells wide into the spill, from which creatures like dogs with tentacles, large mouses with horns, monkeys with insect crusts… various animals, insects, plants, are delivered into it.

What? Were you really doing some kind of experiment? I don't know, I really don't get it.

There was some sort of desk on the side of the aisle lined with such transparent capsules. And there's a hologram-like video floating around on my desk. That feels just like floating on a transfer pedestal.

The footage was accompanied by one of the transparent capsules and a mouse footage to zoom in from there. In addition, a line extends from its rat, depicting an enlarged double helix. This is a diagram of a horizontal bar extending from a double helix and inserting something into the missing part of that horizontal bar. Huh? What, here?

It was then.

One of the transparent capsules was cracked when I thought there was a loud noise behind me.

And the contents of that transparent capsule - the horndrat spills along with the liquid in it.

The horndrat doesn't move. Is he dead?

However, after a short wait, the horndrat, which was neat as if dead, blinked two or three times and moved out. No, he was alive? Resurrected?

The horndrat that has moved, with what can be called its instinct, jumps forward in the corner, this way. Oh, my God!

Soon the 14 that was in front of me grabbed the horn of the horndrat and smashed it straight to the ground. Yes, I slapped him, and I crushed him just like that.

No, well, it's a horndrat. It's a horndrat! I'm not the one who can handle this shit right now!

Well, I'm surprised the transparent capsule cracked, but I don't even know what cracked it, not even a thing!

So that's the footage from earlier.

I wonder what you are.

I don't know, the knowledge I know, isn't that DNA? It's genetic, right? You're trading that for something? Is it genetically modified? It looked like a diagram like that, hmm. Well, but, you know, I don't have the expertise either, maybe it's something different.

Well, let's see it again.

……

is, hey, ho?

The footage that was projected is disappearing. Ma, Ma, no way, disappeared during the horndrat raid earlier? Is there such a timing as if you were after him? That's crazy.

"Type 14, you didn't see the footage earlier?

But Type 14 just tilts his neck. Type 14, you didn't see it?

"Type 14, there was footage on this desk. Something, again, wouldn't you know how to write it out?

It's always type 14, manipulating machines and doing strange manipulations. Maybe you know what I mean?

"Master, I don't know what the master is saying."

Words that gave an atmosphere of confusion as if they were Type 14 - more persistent than the usual ironic crossing. It's like I was hallucinating.

Ma, well, it's me.

Maybe this was a research facility that would make warcraft or modify them. Probably, yeah. Yeah, it sounds kind of like it. Well, but if so, now, it's none of my business.

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.

Do you want to proceed with the labyrinth for now?

Yeah, well, from what I've learned, it's not like I can do anything or change my behavior.

Exactly, it would be time for the deepest.