Riding and slashing the stars of empire civilization

"What do you remember?"

The last time Milin showed such an expression was not long ago.

If Milin hadn't decided to use a better way to solve the problem in the end, the creatures in this world... now it seems that most of them would be ordinary creatures. We have embraced the freedom of our souls together.

Although the maximum mass is limited, Gray Wind can still produce some uncontrollable killer weapons.

At least for the productivity level of this world, it is a big killer weapon that is enough to cause a crisis of genocide.

Milin, who didn't want to start on his own dead planet, finally put this plan aside for the time being.

Since then, Milin has made rapid progress in the practice of the Force, especially the practice of the dark side.

It seems that he noticed that Milin was completely different from usual seriousness, and he was trying to lick Milin's wounds. Lapland was so excited that he whimpered like a frightened puppy and tried to avoid Milin.

"...What do you remember about that dream?" Milin let out a long sigh, and the peaceful light side force surged again.

Under the comfort of the light side force, Lapland, who recovered from the frightened state, said cautiously:

"It seems that I remember everything...including that Texas. I still remember my feelings at that time, that kind of... that kind of..."

Lapland, who had not felt that way for a long time, found that with his own cultural level, he could not describe his feelings at that time.

"Are you sad for his misfortune, angry for his lack of fight, and hating his lack of ambition?"

Sensing Lapland's chaotic emotions, Milin contacted the information about operators in another world and came to a conclusion.

"Yes, that's the feeling." Regardless of whether he really understood Milin's words or not, Lapland said directly.

After finishing speaking, Lapland immediately drooped his ears and said with a very disappointed look:

“Is this going to end up like that between me and Texas?”

"Actually, in general, you and Texas have a pretty good relationship like that." Milin thought for a while and said.

However, this sentence only got Lapland's look of "Are you kidding me?"

Lapland, who almost empathized with the other "Lapland"'s emotions at that time, really didn't think this relationship could be summed up as "not bad."

"It's really not bad..." At least when they worked together at the trading post, the two had a good relationship.

Milin, who just complained in his heart, said to Lapland.

"That's just a story from another world. If you want to hear it, I can tell you slowly when I have time later."

"Another world? Why wait until later? Tell it now. I want to know the story of Texas at that time!" Lapland said immediately.

"Don't you want to know your story?" Milin said, putting his hand on Lapland's clothes.

"I don't want to, I don't want to at all!" Lapland refused decisively, but before she could continue to explain why she didn't want to know the story of her "other self".

She noticed that Milin was taking off her clothes.

"Ah ah ah, Dragon...Dragon King, what are you going to do?" Lapland, who finally gained some strength after a while, quickly pushed Milin's hand away, fluttering his legs as if trying to escape to the side.

Milin grabbed Lapland's bouncing legs and pulled her back to him, saying:

"Why wait until you have time to talk about it later? It's because there are more important things to confirm now."

"What's more important? Why do you want to take off my clothes?" Lapland stared at Milin with horrified eyes.

Looking at the childish look on the face of the Lapland in front of him, and recalling the big white legs of the other Lapland in the dream, Milin said without any fluctuation in his heart:

"Yes, it is very important. It is related to the future of you and even the world."

As soon as Milin finished speaking, Lapland found that his body could not move.

This was not the first time that Lapland was forcibly restrained by Milin. She could only watch helplessly as Milin quickly stripped off her clothes, leaving only her underwear, which was at best a strip of cloth.

Lapland, who couldn't even close her eyes, thought wildly for a while before realizing that Milin didn't do anything except take off her clothes.

In other words, he didn't do what Lapland imagined.

Milin, who had taken off all Lapland's clothes, was observing the skin of the little female wolf inch by inch with solemn eyes, including the tail that had been hidden by the clothes.

Milin, who spent several minutes looking at Lapland's whole body, let out a long sigh of relief and untied Lapland.

"Is there something strange about me?" Lapland, who was wearing clothes in a panic, asked strangely, not at all as cool as the wolf god when he first appeared on the scene.

"I'm looking to see if you have crystals that look like they grow on your skin." Milin explained as much as possible in words Lapland could understand.

"Have you found the Dragon King?" Lapland asked, although he could understand but had no idea what Milin was talking about.

"No, this is a good thing. It proves that even if you get that kind of infection...that kind of disease, it is not serious." Milin put away his serious expression and said: "Of course, it may be my misunderstanding, or it may be something else. A thing."

Just when Lapland was licking the wound on Milin's palm with his tongue, Milin could clearly feel something he had never seen before entering his body through Lapland's behavior.

Although these things were judged as harmless by the nanorobots implanted in Gray Wind's body, Milin, who did not want to judge Gray Wind's judgment on whether they were harmful or not, still gave Lapland a careful examination of his body.

"Disease?" Lapland, who finally understood what Milin was talking about, jumped up. The clothes he had just worn for a short time were taken off again and flung away far away.

At the same time, the last line of defense on his body also flew out along with the coat.

Seeing the "epidemic" as a scourge, it is completely impossible to tell that Lapland just used his tongue to lick Milin's wounds without any sense of health.

If it weren't for the nanorobots in his body that could help Milin resist most infectious diseases, Milin would be looking for a rabies vaccine in Golden Finger right now.

"No? No? I'm not sick, am I?" Lapland, who was naked and jumping around, was like a shaman of a primitive tribe, a dancing god who was communicating with the world.

It's a pity that Lapland didn't jump to any great god. Instead, because of this behavior, the originally relaxed atmosphere in the big hole became tense again.

Lapland, who stopped dancing like a master, looked in panic at Milin, who had made the atmosphere tense, hoping to see that it was just a joke on Milin's face.

However, what caught Lapland's eyes was Milin's serious expression mixed with some regret and helplessness.

Lapland, who seemed to notice something, lowered his head and looked at his belly that was previously covered by underwear.

A brown crystal no bigger than a fingernail stuck to the skin like an ornament.

With a serious expression on his face, Milin stood up and walked to Lapland, raising his hand to stop him from trying to pull the crystal out of his skin.

Then in a tone that could not be refused, he said to Lapland, who looked like the sky was falling because he was infected with the "epidemic":

"Get ready to say goodbye to you."

Lapland, who was a little calmer under the peaceful force, suddenly asked Milin:

"Is this...the Origin Stone?"

"It seems that you have begun to merge the memory of another self..." Milin couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard that the Lapland in front of him could actually name the crystal.

"I..." Lapland had a hesitant expression on his face, as if he wanted to tell what he knew but didn't know where to start.

Milin, who did not continue to ask, took off his coat and said to the little female wolf whose destiny had completely changed:

"I don't know whether I should say you are unlucky or lucky."

"Because of me, you came into contact with these things that you shouldn't have come into contact with."

"And because of me, these things will not become the culprits that kill you, or even kill the entire world."

Lapland, who was in an extremely frustrated state, just raised his head stiffly and glanced at Milin.

Milin, who knew very well that Lapland was in a mess now, raised his hand and rubbed the opponent's little head and said:

"In that case, just follow me from now on, and remember to call me by another name."

"...Sword...Swordsman Tower?" Lapland shouted in an uncertain tone.

"Pronunciation should be standard!" Milin looked very dissatisfied with Lapland's pronunciation, patted the other party's back heavily, and said in a spirited tone: "

"Then let's go! My operators!"