"Senior, you're awake."
Mashu helped Rika Fujimaru who was rubbing his eyes up and looked at her with some concern.
"Is it okay?"
"Um......"
The sleepy feeling had not yet dissipated, and Fujimaru Rika felt a little dizzy.
I thought too much before going to bed last night, and sleeping is just a way to escape for myself...
"I'm fine, Mashu..."
After patting Mashu's arm, Fujimaru Rika stood up and forced her spirit and body to wake up together.
This is a habit that has been preserved in many crises.
What's the use of her thinking no matter how much she thinks?
Just as Napoleon said, since he chose to continue fighting in this strange belt, chose his own history, and chose pan-human history, such a cruel struggle is destined.
Instead of being entangled and confused, it is better to go on tough.
Go on.
"We are going to return to the submarine today. Is Mashu ready?"
Fujimaru Rika took out the Orres snowboard that had been put away before from her bag.
"Oh! What prop is this? It looks like a snowboard?"
Napoleon came over and showed an interesting expression.
He moved here quickly before, but he actually used a snowboard, but that one was broken and there was no time to do the new one.
The group walked out of the cave and was ready to set off, but-
"Senior, magic—"
"Something is approaching us quickly!"
Math suddenly burst into screams.
In the magic radar she carried with her, she could feel that something seemed to be approaching in their direction quickly.
"Is it a giant or Valkyrie?"
Fujimaru Rika entered the state of fighting in an instant, took out her magic hand cannon and asked Mashu.
"No, no, it's even bigger-"
"Yo, Chaldes, hello you guys."
call------
The cold wind blew, driving the snow on the ground together and rushed towards Fujimaru Rika and others.
"Uh-Who is it!?"
Fujimaru Rika used her arms to block the wind and snow that was blown up and shouted.
This sound - seems familiar?
"I didn't expect you to be able to survive until now..."
"It's obvious that there's nothing more to be killed when I was in Antarctica, right? Why do you have to go to such a place to continue struggling?"
"I think it's ugly for you."
“—Jefferson Hyde!!!”
The voice that Fujimaru Rika recognized, and—
He shouted out the name of the voice master in anger.
"What!?"
Mashu also became serious in an instant, changing to the posture of the Assistant, looking vigilantly upwards.
Jefferson Hyde.
The man who participated in the attack on Chaldean...!
"It seems you still remember me."
Luslan just smiled.
Haven't I deduced my real name yet... Very well, it seems that what I did to Lawrence in the end did not allow that intelligence to flow into the spiritual foundation of that replica.
But—it doesn't matter what the real name is.
"Luslan! What are you here for doing!"
This time it was Napoleon who shouted out.
"......Why?"
Nolra, who was still vigilant, fell into surprise after hearing the name.
"Luslan?"
Fujimaru Rika was also stunned for a moment.
That guy's name - isn't Jefferson Hyde?
"Ah...it seems that your intelligence system is still one step behind. Jefferson Hyde or something is just an indifferent pseudonym."
"My real name is just like the gentleman who had visited that castle over there before said."
"It's [Luslan]."
"Norra Brower, you should be very familiar with this name, right?"
In general, Luslan's expression on his face is now smiling.
But that smile, in Fujimaru Rika's opinion, had never had such a detestable smile in this world.
It's this guy...!
It was this guy who killed Miss Lawrence...!
His nails were almost embedded in the palm of his palm, and Fujimaru Rika's eyes were eager to immediately swallow Lu Silan, who was standing in the air.
But Nolra...
"Luslan..."
"Luslan? Are you...Luslan?"
He stood on the ground in a daze, trembling and looking at Luslan with some shaking movement.
Tears accumulated in Nolra's eyes almost instantly.
"Long time no see Noella, do you miss me?"
Luslan smiled and stretched out a hand, swaying casually, saying hello.
"What's going on with this guy?"
Mathus blocked the shield in front of everyone and asked Napoleon.
"That guy is a waste hidden on the edge of history...I'm not sure if you've ever heard of this name, but that guy is one of the most suspicious characters in this strange belt!"
"And, we are undoubtedly on the opposite side of us!"
Standing on our side...
On the edge of history, waste...
"Luslan, why are you standing there?"
Tears in Noorla's eyes were already flowing down her cheeks.
Because his hands are still paws, he didn't even dare to use his own hands to wipe his tears.
He just looked at Luslan in a blur through tears.
"Lu Silan, they are lying to me, right?"
To be continued...