Reworld•Frontier-Saijakuni Shite Saikyou no Shien Jutsu Shiki Tsukai [Enhancer]

"Don't talk, Rat."

The moment I try to speak to the mysterious figure, but I get a sharp stop from Hannu behind me.

"" There is also the magic of sucking in those who replied. Don't open your mouth. I don't know what he's like. "

"Ugh, yeah......"

I nod back to Hannu whispering softly, too.

Hannu is absolutely right. The opponent is a suspicious person - and he appeared like an illusion from the ceiling. It may also be a form of trap to talk to someone close to you.

Don't relax. This is Lunatic Babel, and it's a special security room in the 'Hierarchy Without Opening'.

'Mr. Rag, let's go in our usual formation anyway. The rest of us later.'

Ms. Rosé, wearing Ursulagna on her right arm, releases a two-color chain through the hole in the back of her battle jacket, while reading to the communications network.

Flim, who had already activated the battle between Durgasati and Skyrader, was pointing the cutting-edge of 'Strikelance' at a mysterious figure without words.

"... man. Apparently, you're extra alert, I am. Well, I can't help it, but it's still a little scratchy."

A red-haired boy returning to an upright position from a bowing pose - let's call him this tentatively - sighs with some playful language. For the sake of dialogue, the expression is cool and doesn't look as though it's enjoying itself.

"Let's declare it this way. I am not your enemy. [M] I'm not even going to fight. Look, let's put our hands up and surrender."

As the word goes, a boy who lifts his arms with a slightly graceful act. Each movement is impressively sophisticated, with a somewhat aristocratic style of child meshing.

And his appearance was so good that he behaved too well like that.

Cut long eyes, smooth nose beams, shaped lips - which, as a stone statue carved out by a very leading artist, maintain a perfect balance.

It's like a doll.

Like Mr. Villey, roses are not always beautiful.

Like Hanu, not as noble as a sham cat.

Like Mr. Rosé, not a shady colored incense somewhere.

Like Flim, not as cute as the sun.

It's just that it's clean and tidy - or that's all beauty.

Being made - such phrases crossed the back of my brain.

'Yeah, I'm telling you, what do we do? I do have a round back, I don't feel hostile, I look like a beautiful boy with a taste for athletes...'

'Aww, what if I'm saying something extra? Let anything delude you if it's just your mouth. How are you going to explain the absence of those fools and Villy? "

Hannu scolds Pishari for the flim he read in addition to not having to say it in a serious voice.

'But it's also dangerous to set it up here without even knowing it's in their hands. I thought once we had a conversation, it would be one thing.'

'... right. Why don't you ask Villey and the others if they're cheap first? If you want to use demonic techniques, they'll shake you off right away.'

Hannu nodded at Mr. Rosé's sober allegations. Hanu has a family who pays off a demon called 'Heavenly Wheel Holy King' and destroys evil. If the red-haired boy used Hannu's concern to suck in those who responded, she should be able to resist.

"- There's something I have to ask you first, boys. Are you going to answer that?

With a loud voice that didn't suit his little body, Hannu threw a pre-inquiry confirmation at the red-haired boy. In a spacious space, an out-of-place and adorable voice echoes with excitement.

Then he held his hands up loosely,

"Oh, no, unfortunately, my lady. I'm only going to talk to the master right now. Ask the questions later, or he's there - yes, the brunette. Will you use him as your point of contact? Then we'll talk as much as we want, and we'll answer the questions."

Now it is clear that you have nominated me. [M]

Naturally, the gaze of the three women focuses on me.

'... what do you mean? Hart, you're not gonna tell me who you know, are you?

"And I don't know. I don't know. I don't know!

'That means you still recognize you as a master by the Midgals Olm component that Mr. Rugg has?

"Rose is right. That's all I can think of, like the connection between him and Lato. '

I think so too. I don't care what you think, I'm new to him, and there can only be a component of MidgalsOlm that is relevant to being in a place like this.

"- Well, I'll ask you again, but you'll answer my question...?

I'd really like to take the Black Xuan and White Tiger out of storage with the vigilance that precedes me, but I'll be patient. If you put your hands up and point your weapon at the opponent who is expressing your intention to surrender, that may be the only way you can no longer negotiate.

When I asked the same question as Hannu whilst I was distracted, the red-haired boy,

"Oh, of course, My Master. I want you to ask me everything. Let's answer anything. Of course, it's limited to what I can answer."

Haha, and I laughed innocently.

――――

I'm only distracted by that power for a moment.

What can I say, but his first impression was' somewhere disgusting ', so the smile he just showed made him look as though it was a well-connected puppy, and his breasts seemed so adorable to him unconsciously.

- You shouldn't! Not now, me!

"... here, where are the people who came in first...?

When I recovered from my accidental loss, I asked as succinct a question as I could.

What about the red-haired boy? face, and put your arms together.

"What, is that the first question? I thought you were gonna ask me my name... well, I don't know what else to do. I have to live up to my master's expectations. Answer the question, but the people who came in before you will be right here."

"Huh...?

An incomprehensible voice inadvertently leaked to the boy who unwrapped the arms he was putting together and showed himself inside this security room with both hands.

- I'm properly [here]...? Where? Could they be making fun of you...?

"No, no, don't be so frowny, Master. That was a bad way to put it. Let's rephrase it. They're certainly [here]. Except for the fact that we're in a different phase."

"Of a different phase, dimension......?

Repeating the unheard word, the redheaded boy nodded suddenly.

"Yes. The phase of the dimension is in a different place. I'll skip the details, but [I just turned one] has you guys. So I want you to feel safe. If I want to see you, I'll see you soon enough."

I mean, is that what happens when Howell and Mr. Villey are in this room as well, but because of the different phases of the dimensions - if you metaphorically put it - the hierarchies (layers) that exist, they're really close but they can't recognize each other?

Though I have no idea what I can do about that, this is the place in Lunatic Babel, where the opponent was lurking behind that 'hierarchy of openness'. As with that virtual space, there is no doubt that it is the supertechnological gift of the ancients. But...

"Duh, why, no...?

Why are we making the people who came in here seem non-existent until we use ultra-extinct technology like we can't imagine?

"You've decided that."

To my vague question, but the red-haired boy replied with a mild laugh.

"Master, it's because I wanted to talk to you slowly. What else could it be?

A perfect smile with no cloudiness at all. There is no smell of lies there, and the shadow of deception is not found any shards.

"I've been aware of the Master's presence since the moment you entered this hierarchy. But apparently the first group and the second didn't have a master, so I'm sorry, but they quarantined me. Do you understand? No offense. I just need to talk to the master slowly so he understands me."

Put one hand on your chest - there's still a play somewhere - and the boy stares straight at me.

"So, look - would you tell them? I have no intention of harming the Master. That's out of the question, so I want you to stop staring at me like that."

Chira, and light red eyes glance at Mr. Rose or Flim's face. Naturally, neither the two of you standing in front of me, nor Hannu sitting behind me, nor the fine dust, have lifted their guard. Watching the conversation between me and the boy, if you have to, is an attitude that knocks in a total attack.

What else? Even at this point, what he's saying is still lacking in credibility. You can't trust me out of your head unless you can take something back.

"... I'm sorry, but I don't trust you. If the people who came in first are safe, I want you to show me proof."

Pushing his request beyond words, Hmm, and the boy put his arms together again, often contemplating.

"... I see, you have no choice. Okay, just a little bit. Does this prove anything?

Yeah, I nodded one thing, and once again, I loosened my arms, bread, and met my palms.

At the next moment, a gathering of more than a hundred people appeared in front of them neglectfully.

"Nah......!?

The repeated and resounding surprise voices belonged to us, to Mr. Villey and to Howell and others.

It wasn't close.

Mr. Villey stood right next to me, and Howell was the only body on the left diagonal front.

As the boy said, we stood in the same room, almost in the same place. I just didn't realize that.

Fu, Mr. Villey's deep red eyes and gaze meet.

"Rag, how long have you been there -!?"

"Mr. Villey, we..."

The moment I tried to exchange words, as abruptly as it appeared, other than the four of us disappeared.

It wasn't scratched out or the color diminished and I couldn't see it, but as if I'd walked away while time stopped, I wasn't bumping off.

"What do you say? Isn't that enough evidence now? As you can see, we're all safe. And, Master, if you're going to sign a contract with me, I'll make sure you're safe after this. I want you to trust me."

Just a little bit, there was no lie in the word. The boy who only reunited us for a few moments twitched in an unchanged and gloomy manner.

When I get here, there's only one more question I can ask.

"... what the hell are you...?

To make matters worse, the boy smiled.

"You finally asked me that. Glad you're finally interested in me, My Master."

Allowing his inclusion in the last call of 'My Master', he raised one hand and scratched up his eyed forehead.

And here's the name.

"I am the head of this Lunatic Babel program, Aurgermill.... but you are right. I want you to call me that. [M] -" Eija, "he said.