The Tale of the Teapot Hero’s Revenge

After one paragraph of talk about "The Memory of the Stars," we were to be led to the basement of the Temple.

He said he wanted to show you everything.

Walk down an inorganic hallway, lined with sliding Tovira, about Mr. Berna.

Neither me nor Beat have any loco memories here, do they?

"... eh"

Beato seems just a little anxious, pinching at me and following me.

This kid was imprisoned here before he met me, wasn't he?

Sacrifice Empireo.

"Beato, you don't have to. If it reminds you of scary Cotto, you can go back..."

"... Huh!

Sifted, his neck swept aside, and then Beat wrote down forcefully on parchment.

"It's a fig!

Tighten your chest, fluff, and snort roughly to show.

Right, this kid's a lot stronger than I think.

Maybe I was a little too worried.

Instead of apologizing, I gave you my head.

"... Huh!?

Then why not?

Is Beat's face bright red?

It lights up to me.

"Pfft. You're really close."

Mr. Berna, can you stop smiling that cheeky, meaningful smile?

We were brought to the deepest part of the research facility.

Of all the tobilas lined up in the hallway, Mr. Berna stops in front of Laboratory II and the labeled Tobilas.

"Sa, here we are. This is the room."

Through the card key, Tovira opened sha.

The room is a green kabe as loud as the hallway.

There is a cupboard with experimental equipment in it, and a sleeping area in the center.

Inside was a middle-aged woman in white and another, a girl with yellow hair wearing glasses.

"Oh, Mr. Killier......!?

"What, Mr. Quina? Why are you here?

A little surprised by the unexpected encounter.

I guess this kid didn't think we were coming either, he's surprised with his eyes round.

"Givens, the... I just wanted to talk to the director."

Answer Anyway, swimming her eyes spicy, she answered awkwardly.

Mr. Director, you mean that woman with blue hair.

"Maybe a story about memory or something?

"Oh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah! But in the end, I don't know anything..."

Oh, well, Quina's memory, the technology here doesn't help either.

If the director says he's murky, I guess there's no such thing as a brave gift ball (gift sphere) to bring back memories.

"Mr. Killiers. Why?

"Mr. Berna brought me here. Because I want to show you something."

When my Quina's conversation separated me, I wonder if I was anticipating the timing.

Mr. Berna advanced to the Director.

"Director Rabe, I'm sorry I'm taking you in"

"This is the Archbishop. Absolutely not, please work hard in a place like this--"

When I lifted my head in a gentle grace.

The look on the director's face when he noticed me seemed frightened only for a moment.

... I guess it's my fault.

I've never seen this guy before.

"You don't have to. I'm glad you're staying as so many fellows leave."

"It's a waste of time..."

Once again, the director bowed his head deeply.

The bluish blue hair is mixed with gray hair.

Hard work, I guess.

By the way, there's a part of the conversation that bothers me.

"Researchers, you're down. Why not?"

Like, "Oh, my God, what's wrong with you?"

A noisy remark by Beato with his little neck...... written off? do.

He did die a lot, but he was probably just a part of that institution, wasn't he?

"... After the Fixer fell, I proceeded to clean up the underground research facility. It banned outrageous human experiments and made them stop producing demons as well.... I'm sure you shouldn't have."

... Huh?

What's wrong with that? You're right.

"Rapid change is what creates great distortion. Those who were deprived of the research they were conducting disappeared one after the other. It's as if it's also an Ate to go"

"Disappeared..."

"Of course, we've already broadened our search hands. But so far, their whereabouts are completely unknown."

It's starting to smell like shit.

I can't believe so many researchers just left somewhere.

Besides, they're all people with out of digit skills and knowledge, aren't they?

What if someone is gathering researchers enough to cover the search for a denomination?

... eighty-nine, the purpose is not even Locke.

"I've been going through a lot of hard work on Director Rabe for a long time. Now that we're understaffed, we want to get you more people right away."

"Oh, what a real waste of words for me and others. So, what can I do for you today?

"I want you to show them the example material."

"... Yep, I'll have it with you now. Goodbye, Mr. Quina."

Mr. Director, when I hit Quina on the shoulder and smiled, I left the room.

What does Mr. Berna want to show you on purpose, what the hell?

"From here on out, Mr. Quina, we will be talking about the secrecy of the Church. I'm sorry, could you take your seat off?

"Oh, well, then, Given, excuse me, sss. Killier, Beat, I'll see you later..."

Mr. Quina, after you look around at us awkwardly, you try to leave the place early.

The look I saw was so lonely when you passed me by.

I thought for no reason (wack) that if I let him go like this, he would disappear somewhere.

So I guess.

"Wait, Mr. Quina"

"What...?

I grabbed it and pulled it off.

Mr. Quina, you're staring at me with a face mixed with surprise and confusion.

"... Mr. Berna, do you have a minute"

I'm sure I don't like this kid grieving.

So no, originally, I decided to ask Mr Berna.

"I don't know what you want to show me, but as much as I have one of these kids, I guess it's okay. Quina, I'm not an outsider at all."

"Indeed, she is also in deep circumstances. But..."

"Um, that's enough, Mr. Killier. Just that feeling--"

Jillyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!

"... Huh!?

At that time, what rang was a tall sound like rambling a bell.

What a restless sound that hurts my heart.

It's not like the Times by mistake, is it?

Beato jumps by surprise, too.

"Alarm......! What the hell......!

Mr. Berna's pressing voice.

Feeling dangerous, for one thing I draw Beat right next to me.

Shortly afterwards, the door slid and one researcher ran in.

"Director, it's tough and —— so, Archbishop...!? Why are you here!? Yes, no, it's dangerous here anyway! Run away now!!

In the middle of the conversation, the researcher's neck was wrapped around the tentacles of meat that had been stretched from behind him.

I came in from the open Tovira, and it was a terrible piece of meat.

"ə"

Oddly enough, he's trying to kill me by strangling his neck tight.

To kill... you can't, can you?

Immediately he pulled out the red sword, severed his tentacles and then slashed and carved the body in pieces.

A freed researcher comes to the scene as the meat mass is splashed into pieces of flesh.

"... Ho, ha, ha... Huh!

"Are you okay!? Immediate healing magic......!

Mr. Berna rushes over and tries to heel.

Beat's healing magic, I wonder if this guy is sloppy.

But the researcher snapped his neck while sticking one hand out and controlling Mr. Berna.

"Ho... I'm fine...! Thats more like everyone else......!

"What the hell happened?

"Yu, brave man......! That's what the meat hunks that were collecting all over the place to dispose of suddenly burst out! We tried to crack it down, but many individuals escaped and didn't listen to orders...!

"I don't listen to orders..., so...!?

Mr. Berna gives a voice that feels incredible.

What are you so surprised that such a bucket doesn't listen to orders?

"What's so strange about that?

Mr. Quina spoke my question instead.

With a serious expression, Berna begins to explain how many anomalies it is.

"… those who have become meat chunks with the power of the Yonggi Ball (Gift Sphere) will be unable to act voluntarily in any way. You listen to someone's orders and you move, that's all there is to it. That means you don't listen to orders..."

"Someone has already given an order...?

Cochri and Mr. Berna nodded.