After Abdiel and the others fled, Junko went to report to Raphael and Biton, and the four of them moved towards the reception room.
"I have to think about my future behavior indoors in private oil fields. Abdiel is clearly going to solemnize us reformists, and he will soon move on to that action."
Raphael says with a depressing face.
"Abdiel is the opposite of us. If it's for your own benefit and ambition, and to get rid of those who stand in the way, you're a psychopath with hundreds of thousands or millions of blood on your hands."
"Nah, not with me or you."
"That's rude. I used to, too, but not now..."
To the pure son, who says with an uncontrolled smile, tiredness is abrupt, and Raphael and Biton are mute.
"On account of Snow Oka, his conversation was exposed. Still, can he dance freely in the organization?
Biton asked in wonder.
"No... it seems that publishing that conversation will also bring out those who are in tune with Abdiel on the contrary. Of course, a lot of people will rebel."
"Doesn't that mean there's gonna be a fierce fight within the private oil fields?
"I don't know...... The number of reformists is small. Some of them will potentially be in tune with us, but it was too early to brighten our existence. It would be easier to take them in the direction of avoiding strife."
In response to Junko's question, Raphael answers the sigh mix.
"And Abdiel is a very clever man. Always come to terms with a number of measures. Perhaps in this case, we will also act as if we are standing within the organization and within the clan to avoid disadvantage to ourselves..."
"Are you Clevers even though you were lightly framed by Junko's measures? And even now, we've started a nasty battle that can be described as reckless."
I blocked Raphael's words with a tired and grumpy voice.
"A sage can accommodate playing a fool, but it will be very difficult for a fool to play a sage. And that man is a fool who has no sense that he is a fool."
I was tired of saying that in my mouth, but even if I were a fool, I wouldn't be willing to ridicule Abdiel for that flirtatious fighting spirit. On the contrary, I even have a fondness.
(I feel like he's living the wrong way. I thought the way to fight was the right type than to go for a ruler or something...)
Seeing the battle earlier, Tired thinks so.
"Then I'm a fool who can't see the nature of a fool who pretended to be a sage."
Raphael mocking himself.
"I'll change the story, but you naturally know the story of the creation of the countermeasures headquarters, right?
"Oh, the bittons here are also coming and going with HQ. I also heard that their purpose may not be mass production of Ghost Weapon, but other."
Raphael responded to the confirmation of Junko by becoming an increasingly depressing face.
Biton sees that he, who is usually faceless and also goes through the tissue as an iron skin, will be too important because he clearly shows a dark face.
Junko had also been emailed by the psychic disturbance control headquarters, which was built around Masahawa Decaying Rope. The contents were speculation that the purpose of Abdiels and others was to spread evil to Shinjuku and try to perform a huge ritual.
"Sacrificing the people in Shinjuku, gaining strength, etc.... It's a really occult and nasty idea, but that guy is going to implement it seriously"
Raphael throws up abominably. It's also unusual for this man to expose his discomfort so far, Biton thinks.
"When that story was out, I was just in the meeting, but technique doesn't mean anything, it's based on the law. But Abdiel didn't use much extraordinary power, not to mention surgery."
Says Biton, who was sneaking a peek at the battle between Junko and Abdiel. Though it was a super fast fight, it seemed surprising that they were both, totally flesh-bomb fights.
"Surgery is a neat method of physical science phenomenon that enables the deliberate use of paranormal phenomena, but a lot of it is because it's such a substitute for manipulating the spirit, manipulating the spirit - or projecting the spirit, manipulating space, creating phantoms. Few people want to see fantasies, cartoons, flames, snowstorms, tornadoes, lightning. Well, naturally. Bad fuel consumption, bad use."
Junko lectures, but whatever Biton told the story, it was one story Raphael didn't know he was interested in.
"The development of the technique in the first place is not premised on fighting, is it? Overall, even Shizuno Ryu, which is built on the premise of fighting Wataru, doesn't have that much RPG attack magic."
"I thought there was a nuance in Shizuno's Kazukuza that you called the strongest, not the best."
"It fits. Not the best as a sorcerer, but because his strength as a sorcerer is recognized as the best. If you're simply a good magician, I can think of a few others."
Only the talent of making new art. I admit that I am tired, even if I would be inferior to the star charcoal brilliance that I am not even twenty years old yet.
"I don't care about the technique, I want you to tell me what you're going to do in the future."
A tightened Raphael asks back to business.
"Hey, just having fun without thinking about it. Wait and see what they do next and just play with it."
In response to the dialogue of Junko, who spoke with an uncontrolled smile, this infamous Mad Scientist's character was Raphael, who somehow figured it out.
Abdiel, who moved back to the Ghost Weapon Project team home, was quite damaged and completely worn out, but the feeling was clear.
(Even in my power, I go by that woman that Fixer from all over the world fears. No, I got through. Enough was enough. Of course I didn't mean it when I tried over there, but I could still fight. I was handy)
For thirty years I have worked myself out on a flinch to kill one of those whom I saw as my enemy. And we finally confronted each other and fought from the front with dignity.
Abdiel, who has lived for three hundred years, but only enough to count with one hand so far, such as having genuinely killed each other. There were few such opportunities to visit.
Look at your fist. My fist is trembling. Squeeze your trembling fists hard. Fists aren't the only ones shaking. My whole body. I've lived three hundred years and this is the first time I've been so hot. I can't keep my grin from spilling naturally.
(It was fun...... This exhilaration...... My body still trembles and doesn't cool off from excitement...... What the hell is wrong with you, I... Did you also have this fun)
Huh, Abdiel doubts himself. My way of life. your nature.
myself, who was aiming to reign as a ruler. Myself who was the servant of order. But people live in different ways. I thought I might have a different way of life.
(Stupid...... You mean deny everything you've been building up, everything you've been aiming for?
Abdiel strikes out the strays that have arisen and grips his trembling fist even harder.
(Crap. I'm just lost. To temporal pleasure... to be drunk with excitement... to throw away all the effort you've been aiming for, purpose, grandeur, conviction, justice? too ridiculous)
Tell yourself that you can't possibly do things like throw out the hard work and time you've built up and change your way of life. I'm going to bump into reason. And gradually the excitement cools.
"Mr. Abraham... No, Mr. Abdiel, stay put already?
Hokichi asks, in the sense that you don't do any previous disguises.
"Oh, I don't need a disguise anymore, and I'm going to stay like this. And his name."
"I'd rather have a real face. But I'm confused that my name suddenly changes."
Abraham, as always.
"No, I don't know about that... I knew I should call you by your real name. Abra... No, I wanted to show you something nice in front of Mr. Abdiel, but he killed four schizophrenics, and it's not funny."
"No... I was just attracting one, but it was useful enough"
Abdiel to follow, but not a genuine statement. If time had passed as it was, all of Haoji's splinters would have been defeated and made two-on-one.
(He has the power to use, but he can't use it. It just seems like a terrible fate prank that a guy like this has got a lot of power. The great power is only those with a more noble personality deserve to possess it)
Abdiel's contempt only boiled down against the good fortune of being happy to serve himself.