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Lelouch walked out of the warship and immediately saw the young man guarding the door like a loyal watchdog.

"Where are you going next?" Lelouch asked.

"If you have nowhere to go, do you want to come with me?" He sent out such an invitation.

Because the other party is really useful.

It is much easier to use than those of the rebels. With the other side, the existence of the rebels is not even needed.

"Although I really want to go with you, but I can't, I have to go home." Aito shook his head, his voice sounded a little shy.

"That's such a pity." Lelouch said, narrowing his eyes.

Even if it's a pity, he can't force the other party to stay.

Because I can't beat him.

Lelouch is well aware of his physical abilities.

His mind is very useful, but his physical ability... is a bit hard to describe.

And the other party is obviously the same existence as the green-haired woman who gave him the ability.

Such a means of spiritual communication.

So Lelouch left in front of Aito.

Aito looked at the surrounding environment, stood up and walked around a few times before leaving the residential area.

I randomly chose a high-rise building in the central district and sat on its rooftop.

He usually chooses to sit high up, so that it is easier to overlook the panoramic view and take in the surrounding situation.

When going out for sniping missions, he will also choose high places.

And only if you are at a high enough place you will not encounter other people. It is easy to encounter others on the ground.

Dafu was wrapped in an invisibility cloak, but his head was not wrapped, so it looked like a teddy bear's head floating alone in the air next to the boy.

Miyamoto Aito was sitting on the edge of the rooftop, with his legs hanging naturally outside. There was no foothold under his feet, and they were swaying gently in the air.

"What does this world have to do with me?"

"The world before also gave me a very familiar feeling..."

"She feels like my mother, and Lelouch looks like brother Waldrom, Mr. Gojo... Although there is nothing similar except the same white hair, six eyes, and the same skills, but

Such characteristics are indeed very similar to mine, or I resemble him..." Miyamoto Aito nodded thoughtfully.

Mr. Gojo is older than him, so naturally he looks like the other person.

"The trap tower in Hunter World also gave me a very familiar feeling..." Miyamoto Aito sat on the edge of the rooftop and held his cheek in his hands as he thought.

It was somewhat similar to the White Tower he saw in his memory, but it didn't seem to be similar.

Could it be that there are countless traps hidden inside the White Tower like the Trap Tower?

[The fusion of memory fragments is completed, does the host watch?] The system's voice was so calm and indifferent, but it made the young man's eyes light up.

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"Watch!" he said impatiently.

As he made his choice, his body lost consciousness, and he fell subconsciously, and was hugged by Dafu beside him.

"Boom?" Xiong Xiong stared at the little master for a moment with black glass beads, then untied his coat and stuffed him into the clothes.

And Aito appeared in a strange space at this moment.

The pure white mist obscured everything around him, and only the steps of the corridor under his feet were clearly visible.

This is the corridor of memory, Miyamoto Aito thought.

At this moment, the corridor ahead was glowing, guiding his progress.

He ran towards the light source and returned to the end of the corridor or the end.

He stood on the first step, and the light source had long since disappeared.

Then, he appeared in a scene.

A pure white room, a towering dome, soft gauze curtains, and shiny floor tiles.

On the bed in the center of the room, there was a person lying on the bed covered with a thin blanket. He seemed to be asleep.

People were busy coming and going around.

No one could see the young man standing by the door.

Aito stared at the figure on the bed, which was a woman with long snow-white hair and crimson eyes.

Beside her, the baby who looked like he was just born had his blue eyes open, neither crying nor fussing, and his face had no expression, as if he was in a daze.

He didn't look like a newborn baby. A newborn baby wouldn't be able to open its eyes right away, wouldn't have that much hair, and wouldn't be as good-looking.

But he is still a baby.

Miyamoto Aito recognized himself, or rather... himself in memory.

There was a burst of rapid but slight footsteps, and it could be heard that the person running was not big, and he was still a child.

"Mother, is this Aito? My brother?" The boy with black hair and red eyes was wearing a knight's uniform and holding a slender sword in his hand. He looked like he had just finished a swordsmanship class.

On his head is a black and red crown of thorns.

Ruby is bright and dazzling.

"Sal, this is Aito, your brother. You belong to each other. Say hello to him." The woman with white hair and red eyes smiled and stroked the boy's hair.

"Hello, Aito, I am Salvino. I am your brother. I will protect you." So the boy with black hair and red eyes stretched out his hand clenched into a fist and gently touched the baby with white hair and blue eyes.

hands, and a smile of pure joy on his face.

"What is Aito's ability? Is it the same as mine?" the boy with black hair and red eyes asked curiously.

"The ability I gave Aito... is to be loved. We don't need a second savior, Sal. This world only needs one Salvino." The woman with white hair and red eyes said to Salvino.

The baby with white hair and blue eyes watched everything silently.

Miyamoto Aito also watched everything silently.

"Being loved? Can he be loved by others? Even without this ability, my brother will be loved by others, but this ability is also very good. Everyone will love you, Aito, just like your name

." Salvino said confidently.

He doesn't look much like the image in Aito's memory now, but people are bound to change.

Changes due to time, environment, or certain people.

"Mother, why doesn't Aito cry or smile at me?" Salvino asked, looking down at the expressionless baby.

"Because he doesn't know it yet, Sal, you can teach him." The woman with white hair and red eyes looked at the baby with a complicated expression and said to Salvino.

She gave birth to an emotionless monster.

But it doesn't matter, monsters can also be successfully tamed and live as normal people.

Coupled with the ability to be loved, no one will hate her children for this.

"I will teach him seriously!" Salvino promised, imitating the knight's oath.

Everything looks so happy.

Until everyone around him suddenly turned into paper figures without life and soul, Salvino's smile did not fall, but his eyes became hollow, as if he was frightened.

"What's wrong with you guys? Maria Anna?" Salvino looked at the paper people falling lightly on the ground around him, his eyes a little confused, but he forced himself to be calm.

"Don't be afraid, Sal, stay calm at all times." The woman with white hair and red eyes sat on the bed, comforting her child.

"Now, take up your sword and don't drop it," she said.

Eight-year-old Salvino tightened his grip on the sword.

"I am the one who wants to be the hero of this world..."

He whispered to himself in a low voice, as if to give himself courage.

ps: The next chapter will be later.