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Then Lindemann laughed again, and relaxed again.

"It's too early to tell you some things. But I never said that I want you to 'assist' Highfield." Lindeman's voice fell, and there was a reminder to receive an email from Lavel's terminal, "But it's up to you At the current level, I'm afraid I can only 'assist' him in the future. I think your command style is very suitable for the battleship team, you may consider that you can submit this admission form before the end of the holiday."

"Maybe becoming a 'warship' is more suitable for your future, Ravel."

The author has something to say: There is no pit! !I'm busy filling out volunteers

Continuing to recover...

☆, the fifth fragment

05·Moonlight Canteen

Norfalane in the northern part of the empire is the territory of the Highfield family. In addition to the main family of the Highfield family, there are another [-]% of the main families of the collateral families who are also located here.Therefore, if it was ten years ago, Highfield would never have been willing to go back to his hometown easily, especially in the social season, Norfalain was the only social center comparable to the capital.At this time, as a member of the family, he would more or less present a few songs to the guests, and then receive some praises that were hard to distinguish between true and false.

However, as the battle situation changed, most of the nobles chose to live near the capital, and the reputation of Norfalain was gradually forgotten, and Highfield also began to regard this place as his first choice for vacation.

As one of the three founding families of the Highfield family, the political status of the feudal land of Norfalien often makes people ignore its climate and style. The guests here come and go in a hurry, and all unauthorized visits are prohibited.So much so that Highfield sometimes thinks that he is the only owner of this magnificent beauty.

Norfalain belongs to the frigid zone, with mountains in the north separating the land from the coast.Highfield walked up the hill along the path, the insect fireflies as his lighting.He walked through the coniferous forest, climbing all the way up.After walking for about a quarter of an hour, the shadows of the trees gradually became thinner, and he began to hear the sound of waves.He asked someone to open up this path specially, and at the end of the path was a cliff with a very wide view.Lavelle set off earlier than him, and he could already see Lavelle's back in the night.He stopped five or six meters away from Lavelle.This level of exercise is not a burden for him, and he doesn't even need to catch his breath.And he stared at that figure for a long time before saying, "Hi, Lavelle."

Ravel turned around, probably only glanced at him, and turned away again.He smiled and stepped up the steps to stand beside Lavelle.There is no moonlight today, and the stars and rivers spread out like rivers.He raised his head and stared at the sky, and Lavelle looked at the blurry sea. He counted the names of the stars silently before turning his head to look at Lavelle.

"You don't look too happy, Lavelle."

He said.

Lavelle didn't speak. He waited and saw no response. When he was about to continue speaking, Lavelle said, "I'm not very happy most of the time."

"You're not unhappy most of the time, you just look a little bored." He laughed.

"Really? I think my emotions are only angry, unhappy and happy."

"Really?" He asked in the same way: "Then are you angry, unhappy or happy now? Lavelle."

This time Lavelle replied quickly: "I have nothing to be unhappy about..." Then Lavelle paused, and immediately added, "There is nothing to be happy about."

He made a "huh" and nodded, "So, am I the one who made you neither happy nor unhappy, Lavelle?"

"...You?" Lavelle turned to look at him, "What can you do to me? I think you think too much, Highfield."

"is it?"

he asked again.

"But it's the first time you've called me by my name since the day before yesterday."

Before Lavelle could retort, he said, "Actually, you often call me by my name, Lavelle." He smiled involuntarily, "It seems that you didn't realize it. Obviously you have complained more than once German pronunciation."

"...I think you look very proud? Highfield."

"I just want to tell you that you look abnormal now, please don't get me wrong, Lavelle."

Lavelle snorted lightly and turned his head away: "It has nothing to do with you, don't think too much about it."

"That way even the kids can see that you're lying, Lavelle."

But no matter what he said next, Lavelle ignored him, just looked at the sea and remained silent.Finally he slumped his shoulders and let out a long sigh of resignation.

"Well, if you really don't want to tell me, then forget it. How about we talk about something else, Lavelle?"

Lavelle raised his eyelids and looked at him: "Yes, I just want to ask you something."

"I will answer truthfully."

"That's good." Lavelle turned to face him, "I found that you always call my name, and the frequency must be many times higher than mine. I want to ask you why."

"Well..." He lowered his eyes and smiled, "Because I like it."

"......what?"

"Yes, I like your name very much, Lavelle, I like it very much."

he said happily.

"I can hardly find a smoother syllable than it, and it gives me pleasure to say it."

"................."

Lavelle's eyes widened for a moment, and he quickly looked away. He even saw Lavelle clenched his fists.

He almost thought Lavelle was going to jump up and beat him up, but he said anyway, "So, was it you that night? Lavelle."

"...

"............No."

He frowned.

"not me."

He raised his arm, then lowered it slightly, he hesitated for a while, and finally put his hand on Lavelle's shoulder.

"I see."

He turned his back on Ravel.

"If it's not you, it's different for me. So—

"I'll wait for you to tell me."

When he was walking towards the other courtyard halfway up the mountain, he suddenly heard a voice from behind.

"Hayfield—"

The author has something to say: the title has nothing to do with the content, so leave it alone【.

Continuing on the path of recovery failure

In addition, I probably won’t write it later anyway.

Ravel still didn't say it was him that night.

but told Highfield about future options

☆、No.15 fragments

(I.e.

There are probably some people in the world who are naturally attracted to animals, and Highfield is such a person.

Especially after that inexplicable transformation into a cat, there were always all kinds of cats gathered around His Majesty Highfield. General Lavelle not only sneered at this, but also said that His Majesty could often be surrounded by cats. Seeing the cat of unknown origin, His Majesty's personal safety was in great danger, and he laughed at His Majesty's security work.

Regarding this, His Majesty Highfield just calmly stroked the cat beside him, and smiled slightly at his general: "Laville, are you jealous?"

The general of the empire, His Excellency the General, squinted his eyes, and his cornflower blue pupils glowed dangerously.

His Majesty the Emperor immediately picked up the cat and held it up in front of his general: "Lavier, look, how beautiful it is."

Today, His Majesty the Emperor, who was waiting for his general to get off work at the entrance of the military building, also encountered cats. General Lavelle muttered why there were more and more cats in the capital recently, and His Majesty Highfield had already squatted down.

It was a black cat with four hooves on the snow. It was very beautiful and clean. It didn't look like a wild cat at all.

General Lavelle frowned and stared at the cat, His Majesty Highfield tentatively stretched out his hand.The black cat let out a soft cry on the spot, stepped forward and tilted its head to rub His Majesty Highfield's fingertips.

His Majesty the emperor of the mighty empire, I don't comment on the level of other things, but he is already an expert in teasing cats. The cat makes a happy sound in its throat, raises its head and narrows its eyes, and seems to be interested in the emperor. Your Majesty is very fond of it.And when His Excellency the General turned his head to look at it, he would open his eyes and look in the direction of General Lavelle.

General Lavelle and the cat looked at each other for a minute, and finally turned their heads away first.

The cat purred happily.

"What's wrong, Ravel?"

His Majesty Highfield scratched the cat, not forgetting to look back at his general.

His general had already turned his back, and said in the usual tone: "Nothing."

Although His Majesty the Emperor was always surrounded by cats of all kinds, his generals had never shown any enthusiasm for these cats, and His Majesty the Emperor had become accustomed to them.

Today's cat is not like other cats.

Obviously it doesn't look like a stray cat, but His Majesty the Emperor played with the cat until the people in the whole building had already returned home from get off work, and still no owner came to take the cat away; and when Highfield got up to leave, the cat was still clinging to the Emperor His Majesty's ankle followed closely.

General Lavelle said indifferently: "It seems to like you very much, Highfield."

"Yes, and I really like it too—sorry, Lavelle, won't you be upset if I say that?"

His Majesty the Emperor smiled and blinked.

"Oh, how could it be, Highfield." General Lavelle elongated his tone, mockingly, "Why am I unhappy?"

His Majesty the Emperor squatted down again, and gently picked up the cat.The black cat was embraced by His Majesty Highfield, and General Lavelle suddenly showed a dazed expression.

"Hayfield."

said his general suddenly.

"What's wrong, Ravel?"

"This cat..." his general narrowed his eyes carefully, "does it look a bit like you?"

"what?"

"..."

General Lavelle said meaningfully: "It's the cat you turned into before."

"................."

This was probably a memorable moment in the history of the empire, and His Majesty Highfield was almost speechless as never before.

"I think you're already planning to pick it up and take it home?" His general smiled amusedly, "Ah, maybe it's you...it really looks like it," his general glanced at the cat with fierce eyes again , Said: "It's like a father and son."

The cat made a guttural sound of displeasure as it arched over General Lavelle in Her Majesty Highfield's arms.

General Lavelle suddenly smiled even more happily.

The author has something to say: I am back in the Western Han Dynasty III! ! ! ! ! ! !

Now you are a freshman! ! ! ! !In military training!Work hard to collect food!Try to recheck!

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That's right, that cat is the emperor's godmother 23333333333333333

☆、No.16 fragments

Ravel

2550. 10, 29

Today is the sixth month since the Seventh Mecha Division was transferred to serve in the Fourth Fleet. The second batch of recruits trained No.30 under me and Lavelle for five days.

In the early hours of this morning, the weather system of planet B70 failed again. This is the No. 16 time in half a year. Endured) for nearly two years—closer to home, due to another failure of the weather system (in fact, I have always had a huge question in my mind, how on earth did Lavelle restrain himself from completely repairing it), Planet B70 suddenly The temperature has dropped sharply, and the sky is also very gloomy. It looks like there will be a heavy rain at any time.To be honest, in this weather, even I can't help but want to be lazy and get enough sleep.But given that the chief instructor is Lavelle -- I'm sure everyone agrees with me: don't count on it.

During the morning exercises, Lavelle was already waiting at the training ground as usual, and the habit of being strict with himself and treating others that he developed in our school days became even worse, and sometimes even I felt that it was too much.

It's probably because of the severe cold, the effect of morning exercises is really not good today, Lavelle's face is ugly, I think he is likely to get angry - usually my prediction of all behaviors of Lavelle is accurate.This time it really did not meet my expectations, although he just said that he was so weak that he was impressed.But I still feel that he is too gentle and too awkward to make himself too tired.

I think he probably understands this, but he still can't change it, and he doesn't seem to want to change it. I'm a little worried about this, but I think this is what makes him completely different from me.

This batch of recruits are all regular military academy students, and even one-third of them graduated from the Capital Military Academy. In terms of quality, they are better than the previous batch of recruits we brought out.The military department trains them as mecha pilots. If they can pass the initial test and come here, they will be more excellent, and at the same time they will be more tempered. The requirements for them are too harsh. I think the high-level people in the military department have probably received a lot of complaints about Lavelle, and I can only try my best to deal with them.If I had to, I'd even consider...

Then again, Lavel’s indifferent attitude also gave me a headache, but what I didn’t expect was that he had already blessed the logistics in advance to temporarily switch to a menu with a cold-repelling effect—he probably also let other People looked at each other with admiration.

I went to him with breakfast, and as soon as I called his name, he told me to shut up and gave me a look. I felt that it was difficult for me to control the corners of my mouth.

During the morning training, I could feel the air pressure in the recruits was significantly better.At about a quarter past ten, it started to rain lightly. Usually, light rain does not interrupt training.But in view of his abnormality today, I still guess that he will probably end today's mission early.

I told my students that Lavelle should be in a very good mood today, but only a few female students agreed—as expected, women are more sensitive than men, and some of them even made fun of the male soldiers for being confused.So I made a bet with them on whether Lavelle would announce that the morning practice was over early.The bet is an opportunity for the entity to come into contact with advanced mechs and a test.Only those few female students were betting on the same side as me. I had a hunch that the passing rate of this exam might not be ideal.

As expected, Lavelle announced that the training was over early, and I saw the dumbfounding expressions on the faces of my students.Then Lavelle added: As for whether to train in the afternoon...He paused here for a while, and continued: You'd better pray for yourself.

I swear I'm trying really hard to control myself, but I can't hold back.

—By the way, it was sunny in the afternoon.

2550. 12, 23

Today is the eighth month since the Seventh Mecha Division was transferred to the Fourth Fleet to serve in the Fourth Fleet, and it is also the No. 90 day when the second batch of recruits trained under Lavelle and me.I have begun to get used to the erratic weather of planet B70 (why Lavelle is still enduring the weather system with the same bad temper as him), and everything is completely on track.

Today is slightly different from the past, it is the Christmas Eve of ancient Christianity, but this religion probably no longer exists, after all, the whole picture of the universe has been thoroughly peeped.

What is really special about this day is not this.Due to the increasingly tense battle on the front line, these recruits have been assigned to various units ten days ago, and only a small part will stay in the Seventh Mecha Division—and their leader is not me.

Today is their last day of training on planet B70. Tomorrow they will set off separately and be sent to their respective units as quickly as possible.Most of them would go to the front right away—Lavelle wasn't in a good mood.

He started to feel bad half a month ago, and I also had several conversations with him.I can understand his feelings, but it is really hard to empathize.The mentality of training recruits is very contradictory. He believes that the duty of soldiers is to prevent war from happening. Although he has not joined the battlefield, he is constantly sending others into war.

I reassured him that this is everyone's own choice, but in fact such a statement is hard to convince even myself.At that moment, I seemed to suddenly understand every tactical idea that I could not understand, just like the soldiers he brought out had the highest survival rate on the battlefield.He always wants to, and always tries his best to retain as much vitality as possible—this is hardly the thinking of modern warfare.Therefore, in many cases, he can only be a good defender-but I can't help but think about what it will be like if one day, Lavelle uses all the pieces in his hand to fight.

After the training this morning, the training of this batch of recruits has come to an end.The young people were very energetic and started to throw their instructors... In fact, I was the first one to be thrown... When I was thrown in the air, I saw Lavelle standing in the training In the middle of the arena, where he announced the end of training, he did not stop the students from moving.There were 11 instructors including Lavelle, and ten of them were thrown around by the students one by one.

I heard the students talking softly, with some hesitation in their tone.At this time, Lavelle turned around, and when he was walking back, the group of little devils suddenly rushed out from all around——

I leaned over to watch the fun, and the expression on Lavelle's face was a bit embarrassed, but generally speaking, it was probably very happy.

But the fly in the ointment is that I hope they can say hello to me in advance, but for the sake of their impromptu intention, let it go... My students suddenly let go, and I subconsciously went to catch Lavel , but it hurts when such a big person falls on me, really.

The author has something to say: The Emperor's Diary of a Primary School Student

Thoughts on military training.

I finally got the manuscript out.

did you miss me【.

☆, the fifth fragment

6. One untitled article

Lavelle is used to walking with his head down, you never know when he will look back.

I like to follow him and watch him.Usually he puts his hands in his pockets and walks with an even, rhythmic pace.He always lowered his head slightly, his back was very straight, showing a section of his neck.His eyes drooped slightly when he lowered his head, as if he was thinking non-stop.Then his eyes would look indigo, and then he would look up and look at me with sunlight in his eyes, like a shimmering sea.

Although he would respond to my words, I always wondered if he was really aware of my existence.As soon as the thought occurred to me again, I stopped and joined Ehrenfest in the conversation.I glanced at Lavelle during the greeting, and he was indeed walking forward, as if he was stepping on the track with every step, as usual.

Did he find out yet.He probably thought that I was just greeting my friends and still followed behind him.Still notice it but don't see it.I'm still schmoozing with Ehrenfest.And when I thought there was enough time for him to realize that I was not there, I glanced again from the corner of my eye, and there was no sign of him.

Ehrenfest was smiling at me, talking about trivial news between the various families that didn't matter.When our conversation was over and I was leaving, I suddenly wanted to try Lavelle's walking posture.What would I see with my head down and my eyes like that? I walked forward and passed the corner. The things on the road were as fine as gossip among nobles, and I saw someone's shadow cast down.

The man's posture was familiar to me, and I seemed to understand that I had to look up at this moment, and then I saw Ravel holding a book in his hand, looking at me.

"Ravel," I said, "what are you looking at when you're walking?"

☆、No.17 fragments

funeral

It rained heavily on Kurdenin when the news of Lavelle's fathers' deaths came.

The spring in Kurdening is dry and warm, and after entering May, the air becomes humid and hot, mixed with the fragrance of roses.Lavel muttered that Lindemann is really a perverted old man who stepped into the moving box first.He looked up at the weather, it was gloomy, like it was going to rain.

His mobile phone rang during the casual chat with Lavelle, and then Lavelle.He just regarded it as the instructor's urging, and his eyes naturally moved to Lavelle.At this time, the big raindrops suddenly fell.

"Oops, we got wet shoes walking through the woods, Ravel." He frowned, then laughed again. "Why don't we discuss it with the teacher, how about we go after the rain stops?"

Lavelle didn't answer, but remained strangely silent.He looked at Ravel, his roommate, with his head bowed, his forehead falling over his eyes.

"...Ravel?"

"Go back first, Highfield."

His roommate said suddenly.

"I still have something to ask him."

"...Ravel?"

His roommate opened his mouth and closed it again.Finally Lavelle called out his name and pressed his lips together tightly.

"...Lavelle..." He tried to see the eyes through his blond hair. "Are you okay?"

"They sacrificed."

His roommate said suddenly.

Now he knew what message he had just received.

"...I'm so...I'm sorry, Lavelle..."

Highfield raised his hand and put it lightly on Lavelle's arms.Lavelle was silent for a while, and said softly, "Go back first, Highfield."

He said, "Need me to hug you?"

His roommate looked up and smiled at him.

"Okay."

He first wrapped his arms around Lavelle, and stroked Lavelle's back with his palm.Ravel suddenly reached out and hugged him tightly.

So he hugged his roommate tightly too.

When he held Lavelle tightly in his arms, his roommate's body was trembling slightly.

He heard the wind whistling past his ears with the sound of rain.Ravel bowed his head on his shoulder.After a short while, his roommate straightened up again.

In this battle before the beginning of summer, the empire suffered heavy casualties, and the most elite Fourth Mecha Division was wiped out on the battlefield on the third island chain.The empire lost the resource-rich island chain again after 400 years, for the third time in history, and each time it was a matter of life and death.

Half a month later when he saw Lavelle again, Lindemann returned to Kurdenin after completing the formalities of transferring part of the guardianship as a mentor.Ravel also needs to dispose of his father's belongings.Highfield saw Lavelle in the resettlement area for the families of junior officers in the satellite city of the capital.

Lavelle was sitting in the middle of the living room packing his luggage when he entered.

What Lavelle puts most in the boxes are paper books.His roommate was a true retro when it came to reading.Apart from books, there are not many other things, only a worker bee shuttles between the rooms.

Highfield found eleven kinds of loneliness between him and Lavelle from the box.His roommate didn't turn on the decorative projection, which made the room even more deserted.He steps over the stacked boxes and sits next to his roommate, his palms gently caressing the covers.

"Where are you going to send these things? Ravel."

His roommate didn't even look at him.In front of Lavelle was a photo frame and a tin box filled with medals, and he was holding two military badge chains in his hand.

"I don't know. If there is no place, it's fine to give it to the teacher as trash."

"Why don't you send it to my house? My room is very big." He winked at Lavelle, "These are precious books and should be treasured." He smiled slightly and said, "These are your father's things Is it? Is it just a little bit?"

"There are still a few sets of uniforms, all of which have already been packed." His roommate said, lowering his head slightly, his tone was a little mocking, and his voice was subtly hoarse, "If it weren't for these things, I almost thought they never existed. "

He was silent for a while, then said, "Are you going to take them away?"

"Take it away."

His roommate locked the military badge and photo album in a tin box.The remaining things were cleaned up quickly, and only the last one and the home AI reset the house information.At this moment he said suddenly: "Are you afraid, Lavelle?"

His roommate stopped and looked back at him: "Which area are you referring to specifically?"

Highfield didn't speak, Lavel looked into his eyes, and nodded after a while as if he suddenly realized.

"If I die," his roommate said with a smile, "I'll have to ask you to take care of my funeral."

He was stunned for a while, and there was no smile in the expression on his face.

"It's my pleasure." Then he said, "Lavelle, does that mean you trust me?"

He looked at Ravel, meeting those cornflower blue eyes.This time Lavelle didn't avoid his gaze at all.

"It means that the teacher is less reliable than you." Lavelle frowned, "Besides, we can't let him send us off."

"You are as unfeeling as ever, Lavelle," he muttered.

"But you're right, we can't let the teacher send us off. Actually, I'm more concerned about another thing, Lavelle." He looked at his roommate's profile.

"Tell me." Lavelle continued to handle the handover procedures without looking up.

"Even if I am willing to send you away at the end, what are you going to do in the future, Lavelle?"

Highfield finished.His roommate finally stopped what he was doing and turned to look at him.

Lavelle's blue eyes looked straight into his pupils, with some consideration.Those blue eyes could see more than his skin, Ravel's eyes could always see the truth in his heart.And he's happy to show Lavelle everything he has.When Lavelle's eyes gazed at him, his eyes also shone into Lavelle's soul.

Only at this time was Lavelle unreservedly frank with him.

"I guessed that you would ask this a long time ago, but it didn't hurt you after leaving for such a long time?"

Ravel sneered.

His eyes curved into a smile: "Then you tell me, Lavelle."

Lavelle's expression was relaxed and casual, and his tone was also casual: "I can't tell, but I still plan to be a mechanic for the time being, and then find a chance to retire."

"They should have told you about the details of your fathers' deaths... Sorry, I didn't want to mention this..." He was silent for a while, seeing Lavel waving his hand, he said again: "You You must know that they are meritorious 'warships', you are probably better than them..."

He stopped talking, and Lavelle was looking at him steadfastly, with the corners of his lips curled up into a half-smile.

He stopped talking, and Lavelle took his words naturally.

"Of course, I may also be an ordinary trash all my life. Highfield. Genes can determine a person's talent, but genes cannot determine my will.

"I don't have the will to fight, so of course I can't be a 'warship'."

"I originally hoped that you would be willing to 'carry' me." He smiled, "But that's fine too. Your life will be safe and happy, and I will ask you to attend my funeral in the future."

Lavelle showed a disdainful expression: "It's not my turn to bury the son of the Highfield family. But I will bring flowers to see you. What flowers do you like?"

He smiled very softly at once, and his voice was soft and gentle: "Then bring a bunch of cornflowers to see me, as blue as your eyes."

Lavelle was silent for a while before saying, "Hayfield, I suddenly feel that you want me to stay by your side very, very much."

"Yes, Lavelle. I hope you can be so sharp at any time... It's my fault, please don't look at me like this." He smiled flatteringly, "I am very, very I want you to stay with me. So, would you like to be my 'warship'?"

"...Heyfield." Lavelle frowned, "Whenever you learn not to talk to me in this tone of marriage proposal, I promise you to think about it."

"But Lavelle..." "No but."

After speaking, Lavelle patted the dust on his clothes: "Let's go."

"Where are you going?" He looked at his roommate's back.

Lavelle turned his head: "Look at my father, of course I have to introduce the people who will be funeral for me to them."

He felt that Lavelle smiled very beautifully at that moment.

The cemetery of Lavelle's fathers is on a satellite three hours away from Capital Star.This asteroid revolves around the capital star, and it is full of sacrificed soldiers, but most of them are clothes tombs. The name is to let the spirits of the soldiers guard the empire.

This is the cemetery of meritorious soldiers. Lavelle's fathers have mediocre military ranks, but they have made great military exploits for the empire.

The surface of this asteroid was flat, and the wind was strong, and the lily in Highfield's hand shook vigorously in the wind.Lavelle walked ahead, and after walking for less than a quarter of an hour, his roommate stopped in front of a newly erected tombstone.

Lavelle's fathers were buried together by request.Lavelle stood in front of the tombstone and said, "I'm here to see you, father...... Dad."

The sound of father was so soft that it could only be distinguished by the words on the lips.

"This is Highfield, my roommate...he..." Lavelle paused, his expression a bit tangled. "I've always wanted to introduce him to you guys, he's my friend... I hope one day, he'll be there for me..."

Then there was silence.He couldn't help teasing: "It's rare to see you so inarticulate, Lavelle." After the words fell, Lavelle turned around and gave him a glare.

He put the lily in front of the tombstone, and maintained a half-squatting posture, as if he wanted to talk to Lavelle's fathers.

"Hello. My name is Ryan, and I'm Lavelle's friend... um..." He turned his head and winked at his roommate, then added, "Lavelle is my best friend. "

"—Ravill is my best friend and my important person. Thank you very much for letting him appear in my life. I will cherish him until he leaves me." He said, the tone is solemn and sincere, " For this I will swear on my last name, please believe me."

"...

"...Highfield."

"Ok?"

"If you speak in this tone of marriage proposal again..." "I'm sorry, sorry, Lavelle, don't be angry, I..."

He thought it was probably a coincidence, but the gust of wind was surprisingly just right.

Highfield's loose hair rope fell off in the wind and flew away, and his long hair spread out in an instant.Lavelle was stunned for a moment, and his reaction was faster than him.His roommate bent down and grabbed the knotted hemp rope and pulled it, holding Highfield's hair with both hands.

"...Ravel?" he asked tentatively.

"Don't move. Do you know how much you couldn't look straight at that moment just now, Highfield, I almost lost my eyesight."

"..." He stopped talking.

Lavelle didn't know what he was doing behind him, and then his head sank, his hair was gently tied under his neck, and his temples fell softly over his cheeks.

"Okay, just let it go, the quality of the rope is not good."

——But what he didn't think of anyway.This hairstyle stayed with Lavelle for a lifetime.

The author has something to say: I came back alive! ! ! ! ! ! ! (roll)

☆、No.18 fragments

Firelight

Lavelle has been a little weird lately.

...Although I'm used to his intermittent dislike for me (...), I can still feel Lavelle's intentional avoidance of me recently.

I wondered over and over if I had done something that would annoy him.To be honest, I have a little guilty conscience. Even after such a long time, Lavelle's anger point is still unpredictable to me.It can be said that angering Lavelle is more terrible than angering Ludwig...

My heart is even more empty as I write this, I want to recall quickly...

I'm sure I didn't do anything to piss Lavelle off, unless his anger has changed dramatically lately.If I have to say it, in fact, our recent relationship should have been very pleasant.

The cooperation between the mecha division and the fleet has been quite harmonious. Although the battle is tight, the completion of the mission can be regarded as smooth. I really can't understand the reason why Lavelle is avoiding me.

But the situation in the capital is also becoming more tense.

Lavelle began accepting promotions.

We had an explicit exchange of ideas on promotion.As for the military rank, he expressed that he would prefer to stay in the middle and lower ranks like his two fathers.

He is not yet 35 years old, neither his qualifications nor his combat achievements can be considered high. Even if the frontline officers are seriously damaged, it is not appropriate to promote him as a school officer.

But I vaguely feel that now is not the time to speak.

Lavelle's adjutant met with me alone today.This is about the same time as I expected.If he did receive some news that was only conveyed to him, then at this time the entire fleet and mecha division should be wondering whether there is any conflict between me and him.

I still can't say it now, I don't think Lavelle is just avoiding me because of the promotion.

Captain Drakeson expressed the same thoughts as I did.

The captain hoped that I could have a chat with him, and I said I would look for him on the next Lavelle flagship rotation.

Before we even came to talk to him, we received orders to intercept a small coalition army.

Because the goal is not big, Lavelle did not open the "warship".I suggest that I lead a mecha regiment with five warships for support, and he stays in command of the flagship.

When he agreed, I said on the military channel, I thought you didn't want me, Lavelle...you don't want me, do you?

But he didn't tell me to shut up, and he didn't tell me to stay cool.The laughter on the channel was subdued by his silence.He was silent for a while before answering me, no.

This makes me a little uneasy, and the docking with Turing is not in very good shape.Moreover, there was an error in the intelligence of the superiors. The opponent was a small elite of the Alliance Army, equipped with A-level mechas uniformly, and they were quite proficient in operation and coordination.This caught us off guard a bit, but we can handle it.But then it occurred to me that if I had a problem here, would LaVell make a move.

The flagship can monitor the docking situation of all mecha pilots and AI, and the pressure has increased sharply. My docking problems are within the allowable range.

I disconnected part of the mental connection with Turing, and the mental threshold almost fell below the lower limit of artificial control in an instant.I heard Lavelle shouting my name loudly, and I saw the barrage of enemy troops attacking alternately. I couldn't tell whether it was because of excitement or fear, and my body trembled slightly with excitement.

Even though I've gotten to work with Turing, I still miss driving the Wind Rose with Lavelle.If I have to say something different, it is that Lavel's sea of ​​consciousness makes me not need to be wary at all.

I think it must be for this reason that the teacher recommended him to become a "warship".

And now, despite my misgivings,