Chapter 1130 – Understanding the Mind

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Oldburn, who had been crying in front of his granddaughter for a long time, gradually stopped crying.

It may not have been a good feeling to see a grown man wailing.

From that action alone, Cleon could understand that he truly regretted his past and actions and would try to live a different life in the future.

Well then, let’s say this is okay regarding Descartes, and Cleon won’t worry about anything else either.

＂There you go.＂

Kshat looked down at his bandaged hands.

Certainly, it could be said that the recoil was severe, perhaps because it was excessive.

“… This… Is just like the eye gloves that children wear.”

It was rolled up so that only the thumb could move, and the other four fingers were tied together, so it would not have been possible to hold a sword properly with that hand.

＂When you leave here, be sure to receive treatment from Kuon. How on earth can you survive without screaming even though your skin is peeled off and your bones are crushed?”

Cleon had no particular answer to Kshat’s words.

I’m used to being in pain, so that’s all I can say.

Well, in any case, it would be better to say that it was the result of desperate action.

“Well, I like things about my body.”

＂It’s not good anyway! How many people are in that one body…”

When Cleon spoke lightly to reassure Kshat, Kshat got even angrier and tried to annoy him, but before his nagging could get any longer, he raised his hand and pointed at his stomach.

“If we don’t get out of here soon. There is no guarantee that Laplace will not attack again. I’m also worried about the other party members.”

＂… That’s right.＂

Seeing as he would make an effort to judge the situation calmly, Kshat would also sigh long and nod his head in agreement.

＂I know this because I destroyed the Kshat myself, but the inner wall here is quite hard. As for the old man over there, it may be easy to move sideways or go down, but it is difficult to go up without the ability to fly. In other words, it would be difficult to get it out of the mouth.”

“Because there are many holes in the body of a living thing. It doesn’t necessarily have to come out through your mouth, but…”

＂No, but the best thing to do is to come out through the mouth… What should I say… ＂

It looks clean…

Cleon deliberately swallows those words, and Kshat also sighs, ‘Ah…’ As if he understood what was to follow.

＂Hey old man.＂

Hehe… Hehe… Huh…?”

Let Cleon talk to Oldburn, who was crying for a while.

While he was crying, tears streaming down his face, he would look back at Cleon.

Even though he seemed to be wondering if there was a need to react to the fact that he was being called ‘Young Master’.

At least it was better than being called ‘you’, ‘your guy’, or ‘executive of the returnee’, so I kept my mouth shut.

“Is there something you can’t do? A powerful weapon that can blow away giant monsters like this.”

＂Hmm… It has to be there… ＂

And at Cleon’s words, Old Burn reluctantly nodded, making a ‘neigh’ sound.

＂Is there really…＂

Cleon also answered as expected.

In the end, if the Old Burn also thought that other returnees would have to be dealt with at some point, it would have been necessary to at least prepare for a huge enemy, even if they were unaware of Tiamat’s existence.

“Then, can’t you do something for Tiamat? Let’s make a big hole, so everyone can escape there…”

“No, I’m sorry, but it’s difficult to use that weapon right now.”

Old Burn would frown his eyes in response to Cleon’s suggestion.

＂Why?＂

Cleon didn’t show any sign of disappointment at Old Burn’s words, but he would ask again as if he wanted to hear the reason.

“There are two. First, the power issue. I didn’t create that weapon from scratch, but like this armor, Emet, it was something I dug up from the ruins, reverse engineered it, and figured out how to move it. However, the weapon has the disadvantage of not having its own power source and having to supply magical power from outside. At least, it seemed necessary to use two artifacts with powerful magical power.”

The story was that simple objects could not supply magic power to the weapon.

Just how powerful a weapon is it?

“… Another reason?”

When Fleur asked a question as if she was concerned about what her grandfather said, Old Burn spoke with a sigh.

“Secondly, it’s the pilot’s problem. That weapon requires two pilots. And it’s not just two people, it’s two people, a man and a woman, who understand each other and have a common heart.”

＂What…＂

Cleon could not help but react as if it was absurd that there was a weapon with such difficult conditions.

How did this person plan to use it?

However, because there was such a condition, it would mean that it was not brought here or was not used.

In that respect, should I consider myself fortunate?

“… In any case, if the weapon is outside and does not move autonomously, it cannot be used.”

And when Kshat pointed out the most important part, Cleon and Fleur could only nod and keep their mouths shut.

“No. That part is okay.”

As Descartes said this, he took out two bracelets from his pocket.

＂If you wear this, it will transfer the wearer to the cockpit of that weapon using the transfer technology of the primordial world. ＂

＂…＂

The setting is a technology from a primordial world where anything is possible.

＂Originally, I was carrying this with me with the intention of evacuating Fleur in case something were to happen…”

If Oldburn says that, Kshat will react like ‘hot’.

“Wait a minute. In that case, whether we use weapons, wouldn’t it be better to get the young lady out of here first?”

＂Oh…! That too! After all, it’s Kshat!”

Of course, Fleur objected to the two people’s words.

“Now, wait a minute…! I’m the only one going outside…”

Fleur seemed to think that it would be too much of a pity for others, but Cleon also nodded and said.

“No, that would be better.”

＂Even Cleon…!＂

“Calm down, Fleur. This isn’t really about running away or anything. It’s important that at least one person gets out of here.”

＂But…＂

“And. There is one more person who needs to go out with Fleur.”

And Cleon will slowly look at the old man in front of him.

Oldburn, who crossed eyes with Cleon, must have let out an exclamation of ‘What?’ Without realizing it.

“Are you telling me to go out with Fleur?”

“I’m not saying just leave. I would like you to control that weapon together with Fleur.”

“What… As I said before, in order to operate that weapon, you need two artifacts and a like-minded man and woman.”

“Aren’t you two like that?”

As Cleon spoke, Fleur and Oldburn must have looked at each other.

“Until now, we might have been two people who didn’t understand each other’s feelings. But now that we have freely confessed everything that was in our hearts through conversation, isn’t there at least no inability to understand the other person?”

＂No… But…＂

＂Problems related to power can also be solved.＂

After saying that, he turned to Fleur, pulled out Galatea and Caliburn, which he had put back on his belt, from his waist with their sheaths, and handed them to Fleur.

[Eh, wait a minute Cleon!?]

[Well, definitely. We are on a different level from the artifacts that pop out when you dig up ruins~]

Awakened Holy Sword and Demon Sword.

Just by its existence, it was undoubtedly a top-level artifact with powerful magical power.

If this is not enough, perhaps no artifact in the world is sufficient to move that weapon.

＂Well, it’s sincere…＂

Fleur also knew that Cleon needed determination for that action, so Fleur could only mutter like that.

＂With this, I want you to save everyone and defeat this magical beast called Tiamat. Fleur.”

Towards Cleon, who spoke as if asking for a favor, Fleur responded as if she didn’t know what to do.

Oldburn looked at the two for a moment and, as if he had decided on something, came closer to Fleur and put the bracelet on her.

＂Ha, grandpa!?＂

“First, it’s clear that you have to go. Fleur.”

Then, press the small button on the bracelet.

Fleur’s body was engulfed in light and disappeared.

＂Grandfather-＂

And then, Fleur’s words were cut off, and she disappeared completely.

Cleon tried to entrust the two swords in his hands to Old Burn this time.

[Eh!? No! Something that can be heard in the hands of a grandfather like that!]

“Galatea… Don’t say that. Please.”

When Cleon said that, Oldburn laughed.

“I guess you’re saying that you don’t want your sword in my hands.”

“Well… That’s roughly what it feels like.”

Old Burn looked at Cleon for a moment, and then he spoke to him.

“That sword is something worthy of you to have. It is such an important and precious item that it should not be easily left in the hands of others.”

“… I know that best.”

Old Burn smiled at Cleon’s answer, and took a step closer to Cleon.

“And one more thing. Here, you can understand Fleur’s feelings the most, and what suits you best to be with her is “

Crash.

＂… Crash?＂

Cleon looked at his wrist when he heard a sound coming from below.

With the feeling of something wrapped around it, Cleon’s hand suddenly had something similar to the bracelet that Oldburn had given Fleur.

＂What, wait-!＂

“It’s not about me, it’s about you. Cleon.”

At the same time that a benevolent voice was heard from somewhere, Cleon saw Oldburn pressing the button on the bracelet on his wrist.

At the same time, Cleon, like Fleur, is also engulfed in light and disappears from beneath his feet.

＂Hey old man, what on earth are you doing-＂

With only those words left, Cleon’s appearance completely disappeared, and there was silence in that space for a moment.

And Oldburn almost fell down in his seat, making a noise like ‘Ugh’.

Kshat quickly came over and held him by supporting his back.

Old Burn looked at her like that and spoke with a somewhat bitter and lonely face.

“I’m sorry, Kshat. By creating a situation where I have to be in a place like this with a young man like me.”

Kshat responded to Oldburn’s words with an equally bitter smile.

“… No. I am a butler whose mission is to serve Fleur, but my duty is to serve the Descartes family.”

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When Cleon’s vision, which had been engulfed in light, returned, he was able to recognize himself sitting in a strange chair.

What you see around you are machines and switches whose operation you cannot understand.

And – just below the slightly open view of the front, it was Fleur sitting on the same chair she was sitting on.

＂Fleut-＂

The moment Cleon calls her name, Fleur looks behind her.

She could notice that the clothes she was wearing on her body were different from what she had been wearing before.

No, can it be called clothes?

She was wearing clothes made of material that tightly fit her body, like the one worn by Perdiana Ruber, covering her from the base of her neck to her fingertips and toes.

Perhaps it was thanks to that, that the lines of her body were fully revealed.

Aside from the curved chest and buttocks, it fit the body so well that even the shape of the navel was exposed.

＂Fleur, those clothes…＂

＂Oh, Cleon!? Then, Grandpa, Cleon…”

Fleur, who instantly understood what had happened when she saw that it was Cleon and not Old Burn, nodded once.

At the fact that Cleon had pointed out her own clothes, she glanced down at her, and then she looked at Cleon once again.

＂Oh, Cleon too…!＂

＂What.＂

Cleon also looked at the clothes he was wearing on her body.

I thought she felt strangely light, but the armor she was wearing disappeared, and she was wearing a suit made of a similar material to the one Fleur was wearing.

＂…＂

Thanks to this, just like Fleur, the outlines of his well-trained body, which is usually hidden by clothes or armor, will be revealed.

When Fleur saw his body, her face blushed, and she turned around to face him.

Silence surrounds the two for a moment.

[Wait a minute, this isn’t the time to be acting like that!]

And Galatea, unable to bear such an atmosphere, speaks out.

“Yes, that’s right. That’s right.”

Cleon must have come to his senses from his partner’s voice and looked around once again.

＂… So, how should this move?＂

＂Well, that is…＂

At Cleon’s words, Fleur looks at him in confusion and speaks.

“… I don’t know either…”

＂…＂

Silence heard once again.

This time, it seemed like it would take a while for the silence to be broken.