Play with Mad Scientists!

There are no windows here. I can't see the sky from here.

Naturally, this Yukooka Laboratory replaced the basement floor of the building with a vastly modified replacement.

When it comes to why we built an institute underground - something that ordinary people don't understand - first of all in preparation for a nuclear war. This laboratory has been created to act both as a shelter that can withstand nuclear war.

Those who have lives that have passed - or are called over-life - consider all possibilities and set up measures to sustain lives that walk with the shifting history of mankind and have no other way of doing so. Considering that there will even be a nuclear war, I have about a human modification that can withstand high concentrations of radiation and a shelter that can withstand a nuclear explosion.

In addition, the basement can be used to prepare for attacks by external enemies. The Candoville basement, which is designated as a neutral district, is also a big point. At least the residents of the back street, they can't attack me. Of course, there are exceptions, so you can't be alarmed, but the possibility of getting a sleeping neck is largely suppressed.

At the price of that, it's a life where the sun's light doesn't shine. She thinks it would be different if we just went outside, but without a window.

Where she once lived - multiple residences, all with windows. I could see the sun shining, switching with the outside air, knowing the changes in time, and seeing the weather shift. That was a very big change and important thing, she came to this institute and found out. Even if not, she was a person dependent on her sensibilities, so a windowless dwelling would be like breath.

Nevertheless, even if there is a window, she cannot open it. It's one expression that she's about to catch her breath, but she's not breathing or anything in the first place.

She's always been shown the back of her white coat. I can't help it either. Because that's the role.

I wonder what other guardian spirits think of their days, she - Yunzuka Apricot thinks. I may be blessed. Somehow the person you're protecting recognizes you, and you can have a conversation. I hear everything about myself. Normal guardian spirits can't have conversations with protectors.

(I don't have a window here, are you okay?

I'm free, so I'll call you.

"Hmm? I didn't even care."

Junko looks back and answers with a loving laugh, as usual.

The girl the apricot guards is truly fascinating. She is a beautiful girl with no threshold, she is flamboyant, loving, and most fond of those who interact. Only at first.

But it doesn't take much longer for many of those involved with this girl to know that beneath that angel's smile there is such an evil nature that if she describes it as a demon, the demon is likely to annoy her.

(Don't think it's important for me to know the weather from inside the house through the window or day and night)

"Mm-hmm, yeah. I wonder what it would cost to build an institute in the basement. But if that bothers you, we can still make windows to find out what's going on out here. Okay?

The pure child's crimson eyes seemed apricot, as if for a moment they glowed demonically.

"Hmm... first, I wonder if it would be nice for someone who would be an experimental bench to grant the ability to use the power to distort space, then make it into a raw neck plant pot like Natsu or Yi, and let it act as a window. Yeah, let's try it next time. Leave it on the side of the window attached to the room, and when you open the window, activate your abilities so you can see the outside."

(True... there's nothing you can't do. No, if I can't do it normally, I won't be able to give up.)

In the words of the apricot mixed with fright and admiration, Junko becomes a distant looking eye.

"If only I had the strength, I could do most of it. Hey. Normally impossible things and irrational fates have been forcefully screwed with force. Take what you want. But I've got it. I have been forced to make a wish by force. That's how I've lived all my life."

With a lonely grin that made me uncommonly worried, Junko speaks.

"But hey, even me, I have some things I couldn't get, and some wishes I couldn't. Sometimes I couldn't beat the fate prank, or I was taken away and lost. So, that's still in progress. It's right on the side."

It's not an apricot I don't know what Junko is talking about.

(If it's right on your side, you just have to get it. I can't do that anymore, can I? I don't know if you can do that without doing anything...)

Junko has a complex expression in the words of apricots mixed with agitation and irritation. This is a rare face for her again.

"If Apricot would have been happy with True you the whole time, I think that would have been the best thing you could have done, right? I can give up too if I can't help it. I don't know what to do anymore. I'm sure they lost that credential forever."

(That's why I'm the one who lost it. Junko just thinks so on his own)

Apricots learn how to make walls out of Junko's mere assumptions.

(Weren't you sad, regrettable, or jealous when that kid was dating another woman, for example, me?

Honestly, apricots have a lot of those feelings. There is no way.

I understand where true feelings really were, as apricots. But I also know that I didn't have any feelings for myself. However, it is also historical that the person most dragging in the true is Junko.

"A little bit, huh? But it's a little bit, right? Haha...... Those negative feelings are getting very dull. I don't know if that's the price I paid for my past life. I can't stand eternal life, my heart. Some people can stand it, but those people have some sort of distortion in their minds. You're tired, your mind's stopped growing indefinitely, and I'm blunt with negative emotions."

Speaking of which, I remember hearing about Apricot before.

"You let Apricot die, because I'm responsible, and the part where you don't go as you think, trying to be so powerful, comes out. The world is strange. No, I wonder if it's strange to be alive. Otherwise, I don't know if fate is supposed to be sarcastic."

(You can also make windows in the basement so that they can be seen outside, but the windows you open if you reach for them, you keep the curtains down.)

Since I said that, I thought I had spoken a little mean myself, and it was an apricot to remember the ill-decision.