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"..."

"Nightingale, you don't seem surprised."

"Because it's you, I'm not surprised at all." Nightingale lowered her head and pressed her lips against Ian's neck. "Besides, the reason I'm so devoted to you must be because I've had this kind of experience before, right?"

"Really? ... What you said does make sense."

"but--"

Ian's hand reached under the covers.

This is a nurse that he rarely sees on a normal day, so he naturally wants to experience her carefully.

"You're asking me these questions, surely you're not just trying to understand the reasons—"

"Nightingale, tell me, what is your real purpose and idea?"

"..."

"You discovered it." Nightingale said this, but her tone was filled with the happiness of being understood.

There are some completely different feelings between bringing up some things on your own initiative and having Ian bring them up on your own initiative.

"Ian."

"I want to go see them—"

"it is good."

The man agreed immediately.

"We'll go tomorrow when we wake up."

"Did you agree so directly?" Nightingale was a little surprised.

She looked up and saw his eyes that seemed to see through everything.

"I said—"

"As long as it is something I can do, I will definitely satisfy you."

"..."

"That's right."

"Good night then."

"OK, good night."

Ian fell asleep peacefully in Nightingale's embrace without any dreams that night.

I have to say that the nurse's embrace is indeed full of a sense of security.

In the early morning, as the inertia of the biological clock took effect, the man opened his eyes.

What caught his eye was Nightingale, who was sitting there very naturally.

The light in the room fell softly on her skin, creating a beautiful picture.

"He's awake—"

The nurse said this, then put her fingers against her lips and rubbed them gently, looking like a hungry demon.

"The growth process has been completely recorded."

"Now--"

"I don't want to waste this feast."

"..."

"is it?"

Ian held Nightingale's other unmoved hand and smiled slightly.

"Then I also think it really can't be wasted."

"Please, nurse."

"no problem--"

The room became happy.

The only thing that remained unchanged was Mary, who was still curled up in a ball and sleeping soundly - she seemed to be really content, so much so that she didn't react at all despite the loud commotion next to her.

After quite some time.

Outside room 49.

Ian looked at Nightingale who had changed into his own clothes and couldn't help but feel a little confused.

"Why are you wearing my clothes?"

"is it not OK?"

"It's not that you can't - I just want to know why you do this."

“It’s very simple…”

Nightingale pulled at the clothes that seemed much looser than her body - compared to Ian, she was still a little "petite".

Of course, the parts that need to be supported are still supported, after all, her figure is there.

"I want everyone to know that I've been here."

"Isn't this the best way?"

"..."

"It's really simple and crude." Ian smiled helplessly, "But don't you feel uncomfortable? This is obviously men's clothing."

“Yes, but no.”

Nightingale sniffed the clothes on her body, and then showed a slightly obsessed expression.

"This... your scent is everywhere... I love it so much."

"So even if it doesn't fit, it doesn't matter... hehe..."

Seeing that Nightingale seemed to be about to enter a strange state, Ian quickly pulled her back.

"Okay, I get it!"

"As long as you like it! You can wear whatever you want in the future!"

"Yes." Nightingale nodded. "I'll make a note of it."

"But now——"

The nurse held out her hand.

"I'd rather hold hands."

"Yes, me too."

However, I don’t know whether to say it was lucky or unlucky that although Nightingale tried hard to “prove” her status, she did not meet anyone else along the way.

If you think about it carefully, it’s not a strange thing.

after all--

Everyone in Chaldea has their own things to do.

This is an organization that saves the world, so naturally there are a lot of things to do.

"arrive."

As Ian glanced at his face briefly, he and Nightingale arrived deep in Chaldea.

This is where the seven baskets are stored, and it is also the "sleeping place" of the seven Group A members.

Occasionally, one would hear some Chaldea employees refer to this place as the "old site" - of course, this naturally refers to the place where they were about to depart for the singularity.

"You seem to have come in easily..."

Nightingale looked at the surrounding environment and said so.

"This clearly looks like a forbidden place, right?"

"Because the director gave me all the authority in Chaldea, and I told BB everything."

"BB..."

Nightingale thought for a moment, then remembered this superintelligence.

"It's the girl who occasionally appears with a syringe. I didn't expect she has this kind of authority."

"Yes."

Ian smiled.

"Don't be fooled by her appearance that she likes to play pranks, but she is actually very reliable."

"All right."

The man took a look at the data he had obtained, which was transmitted by BB.

"Now, let's look at them one by one."

"it is good."

With BB's help, Ian naturally became the "tour guide".

Of course, he did not have the excitement that he felt when introducing famous places and historical sites, but was more sad about the past.

after all--

The people sleeping here should actually be partners in the struggle with me.

"Because of the explosion, we can't open the baskets now. Otherwise, it's very likely that the people inside will be confirmed dead the moment we open them."

Ian explained to Nightingale while looking at the completely "frozen" baskets.

"Okay, I see."

"So--"

Ian came to the basket marked "1".

"This is Kirshtalia Wodaym, the true leader of Group A."

"he……"

In the following period of time, according to the information transmitted by BB, Ian introduced to Nightingale the identities of the five members of Group A, namely Kirshtalia Wodem, Kadoc Zemlupus, Scandinavia Pepeloncino, Beryl Gat, and Debit Zem Voyd.

As Nightingale listened to Ian's introduction of them, she showed a rather regretful expression.

“What a pity—”

"It sounds like everyone here is a very good magician, right?"

"If that hadn't happened, you would probably have more people to help repair the singularity now."

"That way, it will definitely be a lot easier."

"Rafe, that's abominable."

"..."

"It's okay." Ian held Nightingale's hand. "I can do this without them - don't I still have you guys?"

"That's right—"

Nightingale's eyes lit up a little.

"We will definitely help you!"

"Ah."

As Ian spoke, he brought Nightingale to the basket of "6".

only……

When he saw the corresponding information, his expression became a little complicated.

"what happened?"

Noticing that something was wrong with Ian's eyes, Nightingale asked with concern.