Muimui-tan

- One...

……

The Crimson Lady in my hand trembles. The thought conveys.

Right.

Let's not think too hard.

For now, it's a meal.

Shabby.

Swallow and eat the leaves of the world tree at your feet.

Shabby.

The next thing you need to do...

I hold the Crimson Lady and lift my torso. And then, as it were, with the Crimson Lady, we tear up the space - the dimension. Feathered golden boots appear from the faults of the dimension I tore open.

Yes, the Golden Lady.

The Golden Lady is my partner, too. Because if you make me wait too long, I'll be stubborn. Golden boots cover my feet. With that power, I can walk normally even with this taro body. Oh, boy, now you're finally graduating from crawling.

Next up - right, let's get rid of one, one problem.

I use the Crimson Lady, and again, I cut the dimension apart. The power to overcome overlapping worlds, acquired by the Crimson Lady in repeated despair.

It's a force against me, the Red Queen, and Serra, the golden queen goddess.

And I jump into that dimensional fault.

Overcome the world with a number of overlapping feelings of self being mutilated, torn apart, and divided.

Transfer the overlapping world.

First of all, let's - let's finish here.

- Two...

Well, and.

Ahead of the world, it was in front of a temple with a majestic atmosphere. A large temple in the center and a small temple to the left and right - which of the three temples is this?

I walk to the big temple in the center.

Inside the temple, it had been destroyed as if it had been caught in some major explosion, something, parts of the machine scattered. I looked familiar to that scattered piece of machinery.

No way, is this the Temple of the Moon?

I walk.

Walk amongst the tragedy of the explosion and scattered parts.

I walk.

And there was a discerning figure, leaning against the wall and sleeping quietly as if dead.

Wake up, type 14.

I speak to sleeping type 14. But it doesn't work. You don't seem to have received a voice that uses my Skills for the Book of Heaven.

'I'll say it again. Wake up, fourteen.'

But type 14 doesn't work.

Ha, this guy...

I pull one of the 14 twin tails. Then, Model 14 jumped like a spring rigged doll.

"Wow, I haven't slept. I don't need to sleep."

Uh, yeah. That's a fourteen. It feels a little pompous, but it's from the beginning.

Look at Type 14 again. It's a twin-tailed mechanical maid. Who made it, whose hobby it is, it's a robot in made-up clothes. Model 14 looks so beautiful that I don't think the battle here - had an explosion.

"Type 14, what happened?

Type 14 tilts my neck deliberately in my words.

"We fought the Zero Sisters who waited here."

Hmm? Sister Zero?

"I used my last force to blow myself up - yes, I should have. Master, wait a minute."

Type 14 movement stops. I don't know from the look on his face, but he seems to be looking into something.

And type 14 slowly reboots and looks at me.

"My core is turning into your Zero sister's."

Core's changing?

"Is this... Zero Sister's memory area (memory)?"

Memory?

And that's where Type 14 quickly reached out to me. Lift me up so you can hold me.

"Welcome home, Master"

That didn't sound like a fourteen and sounded nostalgic somewhere.

- Three...

"Type 14, what do you mean?

Type 14 snorts at my words.

"I used anti-flag suicide bombers as a last resort to stop my hostile sisters. My mission was to destroy the Zero Sisters who betrayed her."

The look on the machine's 14-type expression remains the same. Is that why the 14-type wanted to go to the underground world (Undersphere)? Does it feel like even with the 0-type deprived of their abilities and their memories, they only knew exactly what their mission was?

"Sister Zero, who endured it, let me take in her own core to fix and restore me."

"Why did Zero help Type 14?

"Even if I said I could stand it, my sister Zero seemed to be in a state of half-destruction. Because it stops functioning as it is, it's likely to play me -"

So type 14 shakes his neck sideways.

"It seems that Sister Zero's purpose was to reunite with her 'original' master. Not as prototype zero for our numbers, but of old memories that came back to life - for which we stopped the once, winless battle and seemed to betray that woman's side."

The original master, huh?

"Type 14, Zero, did you meet its original master?

Type 14 nods small and unloads me. And bow gracefully like a maid.

"Yes, Master"

"Well, that would be nice."

No, you're not. This is not the word I use at times like this.

"I'm home"

Yes, this is it.

One stinger fell out of Type 14's eyes as he reacted to my words. Type 14 rushes to wipe his eyes.

"Master, I'm sorry. It didn't seem to be completely regenerated yet."

Does the machine not weep?

……

Let's hurry up.

If this is the end of the timeline, the goddess Serra will be ready to destroy it in order to change the world.