"This is it if you have recently shown interest in books and such and think you have started to learn the language. You stupid dog!
"Gaw! Innocent Janai, Tayseishiro!
Blanche and Erlich had their usual hangover. Lifeless reading quietly beside it. A month has passed since I decided to give up early on the incompatibility of the two bodies, who were at first frowned upon by too much hustle and bustle, but never improve no matter how much. Being used to it, Lifeless thought of it like that and was fumbling about reading.
Lifeless likes books. It's heartbreaking to read people's notes of any kind, and when Lifeless was still acting as Graham, he ordered his men to spread the book. Arnelia, who was also active during the same period, also compiled books, so with frequent exchanges, she complemented her knowledge. There were many supplements at the time, mainly geography and warfare, but many books on sarcasm and entertainment if the times were peaceful. Novel to the lifeless, these were relatively intriguing.
Don't need sleep for the lifeless, so these are things you won't get tired of reading as much as time permits. Because the total number of books is much higher than in the past now that the printing technology has developed, Lifeless thought it would be impossible to read through all the books, but he had missed reading the high piles of documents in front of him, feeling like he was challenging the battle. It is, of course, Ellich's business to prepare these books.
But the way these lifeless leisures were spent was also slightly different these days. Because Blanche has remembered the words, it is to cling to lifelessness when he gets tired of working with Erlich.
"Oosama! Tykes!
"... I'm not bored"
"The eagle is a tyke!
"Let Ellich play"
"Yada, he's creepy!
"Ki, creep?
"... where did you learn to say that?"
Lifeless sighed, putting his head on. It is the thought of headaches that are not supposed to occur. Lifeless has no reason to know that some of the books he has prepared to remind him of the letters are mixed up in what will be a 'collection of popular words in the alley'.
But as it was, the twisted blanche could get out of this workshop, so Lifeless decided to play with it properly. Even if you say you will play, it is combat training with weapons. Because blanche goes to sleep to recover his health if he strikes him right with bars, etc.
"(These days it takes a lot of work in there, too)"
Blanche is originally only a beast, and his athletic abilities are not comparable to those of a person. Three times his height flies up loosely, and if he runs, he leaves the beast on all fours. If it's just physical ability, it far outweighs lifelessness.
Plus I have the talent to handle weapons. I've planted a bar technique to try, and I use it far more than a coarse samurai. Intelligence is also high. I planted it as if it was not via human language, and in a few months I solved the language, allowing conversation, albeit one word.
For Lifeless, it was also clear to the side that teaching Blanche something was interesting, just because he didn't realize he was.
Is that how you've spent your time? One shadow appeared in the workshop. Dortmund walked in, making the sound of martial bones of armor.
Are you back?
"Ha, we're back now"
Dortmund greeted his own Lord when he knelt humbly. Lifeless was resolute, Blanche squeezed his eyes, while Erlich looked troublesome welcoming him.
"Jake's escort at Arnelia was hard work. Does your return mean you don't have an escort anymore?
"I've lost my identity, so is it inevitable? But Jake's abilities are already that easy, and I was wondering if we could delay Doom."
"Well, that's a big deal. Does the lad mean that the Orange Bull just lays eyes on him?"
"... more than that, maybe"
"More than that, what?
"Ha, it's -"
"Dortoom!
Lifeless questions were overturned by Blanche's innocence. Lifeless is more frightened than angry. Dortmund was dealing with a beast he nostalgic for himself with a bitter laugh under his armor.
Ellich comes softly closer to Lifeless, complaining about bumps there.
"Damn, why do I have a habit of attacking the Dortmund guy..."
"What have you figured out? It would be a difference in human morality."
"Become - that's such a terrible word!
"It's a fact. You didn't think you had virtues, did you?
"No, I don't have that. More than that, did the Dortmund guy keep an eye on Jake? How? I wasn't even pretending to be a statue."
"Kuck, right. You don't know. Dortmund, show him who you are."
"If you have orders."
Dortmund returned his pitch-black armor to darkness without hesitation, exposing him to the likeness of the boy. It even feels like the eyes of Erlich's cavity were opened to Dortmund's unexpected identity.
"Nah... kid?
"It's subhuman, to be exact. A clan of night darkness. If you lived during the war, you've heard about your name.
"is, just the name. The ones who specialize in the smell of darkness, all of whom were masters of martial arts? That all the weapons they deal with are of the kind of famous swords, and that they have torn any armor? Very minority, but when we hired them as mercenaries, we heard they needed more than 10 times what they normally do."
"Even in an era when the reward of formal mercenaries by the Alliance is not guaranteed. In fact, somewhere ten times more, I would not have been able to appreciate exactly how they worked. Their survival, Dortmund."
"I see, I feel convinced. Nevertheless, I didn't know General Dortmund under heaven was a sub..."
Erlich was sincerely surprised, observing Dortmund once again with a shine. Neither Dortmund nor the wind that willingly intervened, was under its gaze.