[Death] Void bite

"For Varstord, just killing the enemy consumes the other person, so I guess you also swallowed Lilinette." I kind of want to say to Stark that I don't know anything, but I actually know that A little bit, and under Stark's somewhat scary expectant eyes, I also continued under pressure, "I don't know the specific method, I just... heard about it. But since Saar Apollo can do it , you should be able to do it in the same way. Uh, ask?"

"Saar Apollo's current serial number should be No.12, and his elder brother, Ilfut, is fifteen." As I spoke, I remembered one thing. Ilfut is Grimmjow's subordinate officer. Well, let me bring this over. "Although it is not Ten Blades anymore, Saar Apollo was appointed by Master Aizen to manage and use the research room of the Void Night Palace, so he should be there."

Stark replied "hmm, yes".

What should come will always come, I stared at Stark for two seconds, and finally said: "I will take you there."

"That would be of great help." Stark nodded eagerly, as if waiting for this sentence.

Forget it, that’s okay, anyway, I need to find something for myself to do.

"By the way, do you have any memories of Lilinette?"

When I crossed the end of this corridor, I suddenly remembered and asked.

"Lilinette, it's a very small guy, about half my height." Stark said while recalling, "I thought that such a small guy would disappear after a few steps, right? but……"

"No no, I mean 'memories of Lilinette herself'." Although a little rude, I interrupted Stark who was stuck in memory mode.

"...Why do I have the memory of Lilinette?" Stark asked in confusion.

"No reason..." I replied vaguely.I ask this because Yachukas will get memories more or less when devouring other voids, but, well, it doesn't mean anything, probably Vastord is a bit different, "Compared to this, if you plan to split My own soul, do you want to ask Lord Aizen for his opinion? After Saar Apollo did that, his strength has dropped a lot."

"Oh, yes." Stark replied naturally. "In short, go to Sal Apollo first, and then ask Aizen."

"Hey, do you really want to ask?" I blinked in surprise.

"Didn't you ask me to ask?" Stark also blinked like me.

Convinced... Varstord is a wonderful creature, in every sense of the word.

I shrugged helplessly: "Lord Aizen probably won't agree...or, let me put it this way, if Master Aizen objects, are you going to give up?"

"Oh yes!" Stark suddenly realized, and then became distressed, "Then what should I do?"

"...How about pretending to forget?" I looked at the road seriously, and said that it had nothing to do with me.

Out of the corner of his eye, Stark nodded gravely.

I suddenly felt a subtle camaraderie between myself and this strongest shaman.

When Stark and Stark walked into Saar Apollo's laboratory, the broken face wearing glasses was sitting in front of the huge display screen and adjusting something, without even looking here, he talked about "the experiment in the morning Put the subject on the third experimental platform, throw the backup bait to the experimental subject and record the peak value of the subject's spiritual pressure" - this is something I can't understand at all.

It would be better to say that before I saw him, I didn't even notice that there was a Void in this huge pile of unknown machines.

We didn't reply, and Saar Apollo got up when he realized something. Seeing Stark, he raised his eyebrows exaggeratedly: "Oh, this is really a long way to go, Mr. Tenth Blade."

In comparison, Ichimaru Gin's smile is a little cuter.

Although it's not too cute to go anywhere.

Stark explained his intentions to Saar Apollo, and I don’t really want to comment on Stark’s messy narrative style. Saar Apollo probably didn’t understand too much, so he said perfunctorily, “Let’s see the situation first. Sit still on the chair next to you."

I looked at the chair, which was full of strange wiring and already strange in shape.

This guy definitely wants to take the opportunity to collect data, and if possible, use the watt-level broken surface to do some shady experiments!

Stark didn't feel that there was anything wrong with what Saar Apollo said. Instead, he breathed a sigh of relief as if his request had been granted, bowed solemnly, and still carried the Lilinette's skull was found in the backpack, and he handed it to Sal Apollo, saying, "Thank you, you are such a good person. Then——please."

Are there actually bones in there?

Sal Apollo looked at the skull strangely.

I could probably guess what he was going to say, because I wanted to say the same thing.

—that's just a bunch of reiki, no soul, nothing else.

But Sal Apollo just twitched the corner of his mouth, took the bone and put it on the side table. He didn't know whether he felt bored or was at a loss. He didn't look away, waved his hands and said, "This is a simple matter." very” and buried himself in those strange machines.

Well, probably, no problem.

I thought it was about time for me to leave, so I silently bowed to the other two faceless here, and turned around——

At that time the door of the laboratory was pushed open again.

"Oh, have you finally delivered it? I've been waiting here—" Sal Apollo probably thought it was his subordinate this time, but halfway through the conversation, he noticed the abnormal silence again, turned around and said , "This time it's again... Is today the rally day of Varstord?"

Urquiola, who was standing at the door, nodded to him.

Uh, uh... so, this is embarrassing.

Although I didn't do anything worthy of guilty conscience, I felt guilty.

"Your Majesty, what do you need me to do, Mr. No.40 Blade?" Sal Apollo asked, suppressing the impatience in his tone.

He's pretty innocent too, I thought.

"No intention to disturb. My subordinate officer and the other Aspects left, I just came to see her." Urkiola replied.

"Please do as you please." Sal Apollo seemed to wish that the fewer people who disturbed him, the better.

Everyone seemed to know exactly what Ulkiora was saying, especially Stark's innocent gaze, well, it was so dazzling.Well, I also know that Urquiola was talking about me.But am I the only one who has a problem with that word.I mean, subordinate officer.

The tone of Urquiola's words was natural enough.

When did I lose a memory.

Then I looked at him in bewilderment and held out his hand to me.

Of course, I also held his hand.

It's just that my mood was complicated when I left.

When I closed the door of the research room, I could faintly hear Stark's voice explaining, saying, "I just want to ask Garan something, I don't want to trouble you..."

Pretending not to hear, I closed the door.I know this is not the point.

As for the point, it would be a bit hypocritical to say it now.

Even so, I couldn't help but said: "I asked you before if I could be your subordinate officer."

"Ah."

"You don't want me to be your subordinate officer. That is to say, if I pester you too much, it will cause you trouble." I said softly, although it was a question, it was a statement.Ulkiola didn't look back, but I looked up at him anyway, "If so—"

"It's not that I don't want you to be my subordinate officer. But you are already Ten Blades." Urkiola interrupted me.

"...It was you who made me Ten Blades." I was silent for a while before murmuring in a low voice, trying not to look too resentful.

"I'm not ordering you, but I think your strength is commensurate with the Ten Blades. As for the subordinate officer, I didn't think it was necessary for you to be subordinate to me at that time. But," Urquiola paused while speaking Come down, when I thought he would say nothing more, he continued, "But I don't want you to be someone else's subordinate officer."

Wait, is this really the point?

Urquiola also stopped walking when she was silent.I took a look here, and found the subordinate officials' rooms, each of which was much smaller than the Ten Blades Palace, but they were all very close to the corresponding Ten Blades Palace.

I like it here, I think.

"If you still want to—"

"I would." I replied before he could finish.