[FGO] Stone is a bad civilization

When I came to the control room to urge Dr. Roman to get off work at night, instead of taking a wheelchair, I chose a crutch for support.

"Are you able to move on your own?" Dr. Roman was obviously still worried about my situation, "I was a little bit reluctant when I saw you going down the stairs at noon."

"I went back to my room in the afternoon and took a nap for a while, and I felt much better after I woke up."

Dr. Roman and I were sitting together in the cafeteria on the middle floor of Chaldea, with a few staff scattered around.I looked around, but I didn't see Young Jill. It seems that he doesn't come to the restaurant for every meal.

"Really? Don't force it. To be honest, your reply speed is so fast that it makes me feel a little uneasy."

I handed Dr. Roman the menu on the side, and I picked up one and flipped through it twice.

"Da Vinci said that my physical indicators are completely normal, and it is only a matter of time and rehabilitation to return to the previous level."

"I really want to wonder what King Gilgamesh gave you back then." Doctor Roman raised his forehead.

"Elixir or panacea. The thing that can be taken out by Gilgamesh is definitely not ordinary. I really don't know how I will be teased by him because of this after he returns to his original form."

"Why do I feel that you always have some prejudice against King Gilgamesh?" The doctor looked helpless.

I glanced at him inscrutablely, and then said solemnly: "This is the intuition of historians."

After a full meal, it’s snack time for two sweet tooth lovers. After coming to Chaldea, I have had many experiences of having afternoon tea with the doctor, but this is the first time to have dessert together.Probably because I was tired, the doctor did not refuse me to change his coffee to hot cocoa without permission, and even let out a long sigh of satisfaction when I drank the first sip of the hot drink.

"It's good to try other drinks once in a while," I said to him. "Drink less coffee and strong tea, so you don't die from overwork."

"How could it be! I'm a doctor, so of course I understand the principle of combining work and rest."

Is your so-called work-rest balance just secretly browsing Magic☆Merry's blog while you're working?I really wanted to complain about him so hard, but after thinking about it, I felt that it was too cruel. After all, Dr. Roman is now the temporary commander of Chaldea, and shouldering such responsibilities has already brought too much pressure on him. It would seem inhumane to deprive him of his only hobby.

"If you fall down, it will be my turn to be the final coordinator." Finally, I can only say this, "After all, in terms of the current position, only you and I are considered equal. But I still want to Waiting for the day when I can directly repair the singularity, so don't expect me to take over the job of the commander-in-chief."

Doctor Roman disagreed: "Are you still thinking about going to the Singularity? You have seen the situation of Mr. Lixiang before. How dangerous the situation of the Singularity is. Without the protection of followers, ordinary humans have no way of surviving." Yes, let alone complete the action of recovering the Holy Grail."

"So," I said, "I want to ask you, among the remaining employees, are there any people who participated in the construction of the 'Destiny' summoning system back then? Or are there talents who are more familiar with computers and magic."

The doctor was taken aback, and pointed to himself: "Do I count?"

"You were in Chaldea ten years ago?" I was also startled, and asked him subconsciously.

"Uh, yes." The doctor hesitated, "Is there any problem?"

Dr. Roman was only 20 years old ten years ago, I thought silently.Chaldea is not a place where ordinary people can enter. Doctors are not magicians, so they definitely cannot enter Chaldea through this route. But at the age of 20, the average medical student is just at the initial stage of discipline learning at this age. Bar?

Could it be that, I was secretly startled, Dr. Roman, like me, came in through the back door?

But if you want a 20-year-old young man to join the Chaldean team, how can you say that it should be recommended by the political leaders of various countries?

Ten years, no, in the past 20 years or so, have any high-ranking officials in any country had the surname Akiman?It seems not?There is one named Aquino, but he is a Filipino, and the doctor doesn't look like he has Asian blood... Uh, could it be the smallest emirate in the United Arab Emirates, "Ajman"?

I imagined Romani Akiman wearing a white robe, driving a limited-edition sports car under the scorching sun, and squatting a leopard on the co-pilot. The doctor himself who snuck away strawberries from my share of cake while thinking.

Doctor Roman was maintaining the posture of stretching out his hand to reach for the strawberries on my cake. After being caught by me for stealing, he quickly showed me a shy smile, and quickly took his fork together with the stolen one. The strawberries were taken back together.

No, local tyrants from Arab countries would not be so shameless.I resolutely rejected the assumption just now in my heart, and then reached out and pushed my untouched cake to the opposite side.

Glancing at the doctor who was showing joy because he took a piece of dessert for nothing, I touched my chin, lowered my eyelids, and continued to think.

Akiman, Akiman, Akiman.

Archaman, Archa-man.

Archa is equivalent to ark in Latin, so the original meaning of the surname is "the one who holds the ark"?This kind of surname can only be obtained in Christian countries!But even the Jewish people should not have such a terrible surname, so "Akiman" is actually a fake surname?

"Romani, what's your real name?"

"Cough cough, cough—"

"Hey, you seem to be choking a little too much today."

Seeing Dr. Roman turned sideways and bent down to the floor, coughing heart-rendingly, I quickly got up and patted him on the back across the table: "Do you have a problem with your esophagus? Doctors don't heal themselves, you'd better hurry up." Go find Da Vinci and take a look for you."

"It's not because I get choked because you speak amazingly every time!"

Doctor Roman coughed for a long time before he managed to get his breath back. He sat up straight again, and complained to me in a hoarse voice: "It was the same when I was in the control room before. Is it entirely your own idea about Joan of Arc's temperament? I never told you that!"

I sat back in my seat, folded my arms, and said with a natural expression: "To the lady I met for the first time, if you bluntly say what you think, you will be treated as a playboy by the other party, and you should be more tactful when you praise someone. And in the end, the other party's good impression Isn't it all yours?"

"Ugh..."

The doctor, whose eyes were a little red because of his coughing too much earlier, squeezed out a small animal-like wail from his throat.

"Isn't that playboy turned into me..." he wailed.

"God knows I only like girls like Magic☆Merry!"

Leaving aside the magic that the doctor said☆Merry is actually just a virtual idol on the Internet. Even if she is a real girl with a soft personality like Doctor Roman, they will definitely be bullied by each other after they get together. .

"You just enjoy being scolded by that virtual idol..." I muttered.

"What?" The tearful doctor holding the cup looked up at me.

"It's nothing." I sighed to myself. It doesn't matter what Dr. Roman's real name and identity are. There's no value in investigating such questions.Anyway, "Romani" sounds nice, and "Akiman" looks very bluffing, so it's fine if both the addresser and the addressee have no objection to it.

I quickly cleared a lot of conjectures from my brain, and then pushed the still warm milk to Dr. Roman who was slowly cutting the second cake.

"Hey, what are you going to eat after giving me all the milk?" Dr. Roman raised his head and glanced at the cup containing the milk, then pushed him back to me, "I didn't eat much for dinner just now, your body has just recovered, don't be willful .”

"I'm not very hungry, and I'm not sleepy." Even though I said so, I took back my share of milk as promised.

"So, I asked you before, is there any talent in that field in Chaldea?"

"No more." Dr. Roman said, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Can you program a computer?" I asked him.

"No." He said.

"Magic analysis?"

"will not."

"Then what did you do in Chaldea ten years ago?" I said helplessly.

"...Stay in the medical department and watch the staff of the engineering department perfect the 'fate' summoning system step by step." He answered honestly.

"..."

"Okay." I couldn't laugh or cry, "Then it's nothing to worry about, it seems I have to do it myself."

"What do you want?" Doctor Roman asked.

"Solve Gilgamesh's contract as soon as possible. It's not a good idea to keep him looking like a child to save mana, and I really need a servant."

"Oh." The doctor replied blankly, "Your access authority is still the highest level, and the storage room should have materials that can help you."

I nodded: "Okay, then I'll look for it later."

I drank all the milk in the cup, took the crutch beside me, and greeted the doctor to leave first, but unexpectedly received a request from the doctor to stay.

"That..." The doctor looked a little embarrassed, "Xue Jian, do you have any objection to my name?"

I sat back down in my seat so that my eyes were on level with the other person.

"No," I said, "it was just my guess before, but in fact I don't really care who you are, doctor, and whether you use your real name."

"Yes, is it..." The doctor forced a smile at me.

"...If you don't want me to know your real identity, I won't think about this issue anymore." Looking at the other party's disturbed expression, I still couldn't help reassuring him.

"As the person in charge of the Chaldean Data Preservation Section, of course I know what information I am allowed to get involved in and what I am not." I said, "If what I said earlier made you feel offended, doctor, then please allow me to report to you." You sincerely apologize."

"No, no, no, it's not that serious." The doctor waved his hands in a panic.

"Actually, it's not impossible... No, I'm sorry," Dr. Roman struggled with himself for a while, and finally lowered his head in frustration, "I'm sorry, Xue Jian, I'm really not ready yet."

"Enn." I reached out and patted him on the shoulder, "That's the end of this topic, you don't have to take it to heart, trust my professionalism."

Doctor Roman nodded again and again, the embarrassment on his face had completely disappeared.

"Okay, then I'll go first." I got up again.

"That, that..."

"Huh? Anything else, doctor?"

"Uh..." Dr. Roman scratched his cheek, his eyes wandering.

I stood there patiently and waited for a while, only to hear the other party's small voice like a mosquito barking, and said falteringly: "From now on, please call me by my name directly."

I pondered for a moment, and then tried to speak: "Romani? Roman?"

"Yes!"

"Well... then, let's have breakfast together tomorrow morning?"

"Good, good."

"Okay." I smiled at him and waved the hand that was not on crutches, "Then see you at eight o'clock tomorrow morning, bye, Roman."

The author has something to say:

Yukimi Aiba (Confidence): This is a historian's intuition

Roman (cold sweat): historian, historian

In fact, the two of them didn't think of a piece at all. 233

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(I don’t know if anyone has noticed) Although Yuki Aiba had called the doctor by his name before, but at that time it was more deceptive. When he wanted to coax people, he would always put on a very serious expression. , and then call the other party’s name, it’s the same for the director, it’s the same for Lixiang, and it’s the same for the doctor [laughs]