Not Super Robot Wars at All

"Just sit down, do you want coffee or tea?"

After something like that happened in the restaurant, the two hurriedly left after checking out. C.C. "kindly" suggested that Adrian, who was unstable, went home to rest and rest, and she tacitly followed Ed into the Lingoes house.

"Water is enough. Don't you explain what happened just now? You successfully aroused my curiosity. This feeling that only you understand but I don't understand is very unpleasant." CC sat casually The end of the L-shaped sofa in the living room of Lingoes's family looked at the room.

Although the room is not large, it is cleaned very cleanly. Various items are placed neatly. The door of the bedroom is not closed. You can see that the inside is equally tidy, and even the quilt is neatly folded. The owner here must be a very self-disciplined person, right?

"The gaffe just made you laugh." Ed put a cup of water in front of C.C., made a cup of black tea for himself by the way, and sat down on the other end of the sofa. Now he has completely calmed down, as if nothing has happened, "There is nothing to explain, it just means literally. Whether it is to you or to me, I am neither a natural person nor an unnatural person. How can I say it? Well, it's like, it's like a paramecium, right?"

"Paramecium?" C.C. pondered the word repeatedly, "Isn't it a paramecium that is neither an animal nor a plant..."

"It's really easy to talk to smart people." Ed picked up the teacup and took a sip, a faint bitterness spread from the tip of his tongue, "As for the reason, this is one of my most important secrets, I'm afraid I can't tell you."

"In that case, Mr. Paramecium, we might as well go back to the original question, do we want to make a deal with me?" CC understood that there would be no results after asking, so he decided to change the topic. "Of course, the current transaction. The content is completely different from before. Don’t be too busy to refuse, you have also got new information, why don’t you think about it again?"

"Can I ask what the previous transaction was?"

"What's the point of this?" C.C. looked at the boy in front of him with interest. No, she is definitely not a boy, and C.C. has absolute confidence in himself in the judgment of age. I'm afraid he has forgotten the setting that he is a teenager, right? Or is it too lazy to pretend to be a shy teenager after being exposed? This is not important, what is important is telling her instinct that in her long life so far, there has never been such a suitable candidate, and I don't know when I will meet again next time.

C.C. didn't know what she had in common with the person in front of her. Adrian Lingoes's resume was very clear to her, just an ordinary genius scientist. However, the feeling of soul resonance in the restaurant before is ethereal but absolutely true, and my empathetic sadness is also very familiar. If this is the case, then there is no reason to let go of this opportunity, right? Thinking of this, C.C. let himself sit next to Ed.

This sudden move made Ed a little surprised, but at last he didn't feel overwhelmed and asked "What are you doing?" The scent of shampoo from the hair close at hand is a bit trance, and the hands holding the cup are also white and dazzling. No matter how you have the superiority of being a traverser, the sum of the two lives is only a fraction of each other, right? Ed picked up the teacup and took another sip. The tea was deliberately brewed very thick, but the bitter taste made people think rationally, rather than being affected by some unrelated factors.

"You seem to know exactly what I want. Although this surprised me, I will end this topic." CC's cold voice came from one side, and she returned to her previously calm and somewhat arrogant look. "For the sake of fairness in the transaction, let's talk about what you want first? You can make the right judgment if you understand this. Then answer me, Ed, what do you want? I can feel it You have no interest in power."

"There is nothing you really want, right." Has become Ed? It's really out of sight. I only thought about this question when I first came here. Everything behind is just working towards a certain goal. "If you have to say, make a particularly powerful Gundam? It’s better to be nuclear power, lithium. The battery is too bad, and I just hang up all the weapons I can think of. Oh, by the way, it's not a commodity, it's completely my own."

Didn't this man understand his question at all? CC finds it a bit ridiculous. It's as if the graduation plan submitted to the university only states that I want to eat steak when I go out to play next weekend. It's as if my ideal proposition only states that I want to travel abroad next year. Did you really fail to understand or did you say that you are just a person of this level? Strength, wealth, women, at least what do you want? It is also possible to desire scientific truth according to your settings. "Build a particularly powerful Gundam", especially powerful, not even the strongest, this kind of half-hearted answer is too funny?

C.C. lost the desire to answer the conversation, and the air suddenly quieted down. She looked at the room again boringly, so as to dispel the irritability in her heart.

The kitchen I swept from the corner of my eye was extremely clean, and there were only packaging bags for instant food in the trash can. The tables and chairs in the restaurant are still placed as they were when the three diners ate, and there is no trace of being used at all. The door of the master bedroom used by the deceased parents is closed tightly, and you can't see what's inside. In the second bedroom in use, there is no entertainment other than a computer and a printer. There are no decorative objects or practical life props on the surrounding cabinets. There was no toilet paper or fruit plate on the coffee table in front of him except for the two cups. Can such a place be considered a home? Whether it’s a hotel or an inn, it’s countless times more suitable than the term home, right?

Ah, that's it. C.C. suddenly understood where the irritability came from, and where the sense of violation in this house came from. It turned out to be like this. Adrian Lingoes fully understood his own questions and answered his questions completely honestly. His world was like this room, with neither dazzling hope nor ferocious desire in it. And that funny half-hearted answer was the best answer he could give.

So this person is actually the same as himself, and what's more interesting is that he is unconscious. This empathy and intimacy surging from the bottom of my heart proves that my judgment is completely correct, and all the strange feelings in the restaurant just now have a reasonable explanation. This kind of wandering for countless years is seen at the end of the universe. Is the other one's own feeling an accomplice? No, patient?

"Now, let's make a contract."

…

Is your answer too speechless? In short, C.C. quieted down inexplicably and did not continue to talk to himself. To be honest with Geass's attitude, Ed doesn't know what to do. Suddenly, Geass became something that only had good and no harm to him. What I said at noon about not wanting to live forever and not wanting to kill was only aimed at C.C., what I was afraid of was being read and brainwashed. Although the reason is a bit ironic, if all the fears are gone, there is nothing wrong with accepting Geass, right? The only danger is that Geass uses excessive loss of control and finally kills C.C.'s agreement. The former is afraid of his lack of self-control. Is the latter compulsory? If not, the decision is in your own hands, right?

"Now, let's make a contract."

C.C.'s voice interrupted Ed's thinking. This topic is too jumpy, right?

"Do you want to build your own Gundam? That requires a lot of money. I own 3% of Anaheim's shares, and these shares can be transferred to you. In exchange, you have to accept Geass."

"This condition is too favorable for me? Don't I need to do anything?"

"Did you know that humans grow through cognition." CC suddenly turned over and sat on Ed's lap, supporting the back of the sofa with both hands, looking straight into Ed's eyes, "Knowing others, knowing the world In contrast to transforming one's own rationality and sensibility, this process is called growth."

C.C.'s aura is so strong that Ed can't move. The cheek was close to his face, the sound of breathing was audible at hand, and the long hair cut across the face felt a little itchy, and the soft touch could be felt even through the clothes.

"The most important thing is to recognize the self. People who just refer to the outside world to transform themselves cannot reach the end, no matter what is waiting at the end." CC's voice is like hypnosis, gradually eroding Ed's thinking. "It's like today, you have grown up once, and you can see the self you didn't recognize before, right?"

"I have no way to grow anymore, but I want to see how you get to the end, I believe you will give me a satisfactory answer when that time comes. This is my wish." Reason told him what CC said was inexplicable and fragmented. , But the brain begins to resist thinking for some reason. "Now, shall we make a contract?"

Ed felt a trance in his consciousness.

I have peeped into the smooth and clean forehead many times before. It seems that I can see a V-shaped mark. The brilliant brilliance that is invisible to the naked eye gushes out from it. The golden eyes of CC seem to be connected to Ed's consciousness. Ed is in her pupils. I saw time, civilization, survival, and destruction in the depths of his life. Then everything stopped abruptly.

"The contract is established, Mr. Paramecium."