Chapter 87: Main Character and Supporting Actor
"Char, listen to me." Ade's voice rang out directly in Char's mind without any obstacles, "Immediately threaten the other party to hand over Emma Sheen by force, then take Kamille to leave. The other party will agree. Sinanju continues to point the gun at me, and never act as if you know me."
"Lingus, why are you here?" Char was surprised to find himself able to talk to Adrien in his own head, "And how did you do this?"
"Isn't it normal to level up the NT ability after pushing the satellite? I pulled you in right after I said hello, and you didn't reject me." Ade replied rightfully, "It's easy, can't you do it?"
Char, "…"
It was too fake for the two MSs facing each other motionlessly in mid-air, but Char, as a man who had used fake names all his life, acting was already an inseparable part of his soul. He immediately turned on the public channel to negotiate with Arsenal. In a great superior situation, this kind of negotiation is easier than drinking water for him.
"It's not the right time to ask, so I won't ask more questions." Char spoke to Ade while dealing with Arsenal, "Aren't you coming with us? It doesn't look like you're being held captive by this lady."
"I have mastered the way to leave, and I will go back after a month at most." Ade looked down at the logistics unit that was fishing for the dropped PMs in the sea, feeling the pain and grief coming from their consciousness, "I can't leave now, I still have things to do."
He does not care if Kamille is a protagonist or the strongest NewType, now he has no good feelings towards Kamille. They are not relatives, not friends, he is very restrained to not to kill Kamille at this time, for the sake of Char.
Luckily, Kamille did not use the beam weapons, but the 60MM Gatling cannon is already enough to kill PMs. Most of the girls are lucky, only their PMs were broken, and there were just falling into the sea. Some with bad luck were directly hit by the Gatling cannon. It's not even possible to find their bodies.
Although this is another country's military base, Ade can not interfere with their military affairs, he still wants to do something for these poor girls. For example, the design of PM is too brain-dead, he is trying to transform them with a reasonable cost to improve the pilot's survival rate, and he plans to hand over the design to Ange when he's going to leave.
He had also some other ideas like liberating all Normas, but that would be after eliminating the final boss.
"About Kamille Bidan, Char, don't apply your theory to him, think about what a twisted character you are yourself." Ade criticized him unmercifully, "Look what you've taught him, do you think you're qualified to live with Mineva now? I'll say it straight, you're not even at the same level with Haman."
"Mineva…" mentioned this, Char was silent.
"If you don't understand, learn, and if you can't learn, give it to someone who can. I don't care what you're projecting on him, but you know exactly how much trouble an NT can stir up. If you continue, this will only get more people killed." Ade's intention was as cold as frost, "I'm not his father, I don't have the time or love to offer to him. The next time we meet, if he's still like this, I'll have to eliminate the source of danger before he causes more harm."
"Lingus, I understand your attitude, and this is indeed your truest thought." Arsenal has surrendered, and Char ordered Kamille to take Emma back, "Your suggestion … I will consider it."
"And Unicorn, Kamille Bidan should keep away from Unicorn. Even you can not control it, what can an immature NewType like him do?" Ade continued to criticize Char, "To put it straightly, no one, including Amuro, in this world can handle it except me. I suggest you either dispose of it or sell it to Anaheim."
"That's unexpectedly convincing coming from the man who pushed Junius 7 away." Char laughed in a complicated way, "I didn't expect an unexpected meeting after a year to be like this."
"What else do you want to hear? Nice to meet you? I never thought that Char Aznable could joke around." He could feel that Char had changed, but that didn't mean that they could be friends, "What are you going to do to Emma Sheen?"
"She's still a soldier of TITANS and can't be with us. This rescue is just to fulfill Kamille's wishes." Char answered, "I'll put her down halfway, I've got things to do, and Kamille and I can't be exposed yet."
"Will he agree?" Ade grimaced, "He wouldn't remember who you are if he got mad. He may even shoot you with the beam magnum."
"I'll handle it in the adult way, before he has a chance to protest." Char seemed to have figured something out, "You're right, he has to understand or he can't participate in what's going on back there."
"See you then." Ade didn't want to continue talking to him, "Whatever you want to do, I hope we're not on opposite ends of the battlefield the next time we meet."
"You seem like you want to do something too? I can only say that this is highly unlikely." Char understood Ade's attitude, yet that didn't mean he was the least bit grumpy, "I'll tell Mineva that you're alive, so the little princess can be happy too."
"Well, it's time to let her … not right, wait?" Ade suddenly reacted, "Char, you play tricks on me!"
However, Char ran away with Kamille in the blink of an eye, ignoring his shouts in his consciousness. Ade felt a headache.
"Well, Ade." Villkiss began to fly slowly in the direction of the base when Ange's voice pulled him back from the sea of consciousness, "Are you a creature similar to the People of Mana? Were you just… talking to them?"
"You have terrible intuition, it seems the Creator is fair, what is lost is compensated by something else." He didn't know how to express his gratitude, except to give her a gentle hug from behind, "Thank you, Friday."
"Friday?!" Ange was instantly irritated, "After you're done using and touching me, my name immediately changed from Ange to Friday? Call my name, now, immediately! Or I'll throw you down from here right now!"
Ade felt amused at the sound of her blowing up and didn't respond with a smile on his face.
"Uh, what's wrong, why don't you talk?" Ange couldn't see his expression, so she felt a little uneasy, "I, I'm just kidding, it's not like, it's not like I'm really going to throw you down. Why do you always look like this? Is it fun to bully me?"
"Very interesting, too interesting, more interesting than designing Gundam." He hugged her gently again, "Thank you, Ange."
"Oh, well, you're welcome." Ange suddenly didn't want to go back, so she pretended that she was lost and circled around in the sky, "You do not have to be too sad, everyone is actually used to this, not many people died this time, it does not affect the missions in the future."
"It's not a matter of number, I won't get used to it, ever. If the supporting actors died, they would really die and wouldn't revive. They don't even appear in the cast list. But I refuse to accept it." He said to Ange, but also to himself, "No one is alone, in the sky and on the ground, every soul that passed away is always with me."
"Ade?" The serious atmosphere made Ange a little uncomfortable, "You … don't think too much, it's not good for your health."
"Char is reflecting, so am I. I thought about it for a whole year, I can't just wait for things to come to me. Retirement at twenty-five is not realistic, so I will try to get done everything before the age of forty." His hands held Ange's waist a little tighter, "No more drama of Genesis or Junius 7 again. We need a world where everyone can live happily."
Ange didn't understand what he was saying, but she instinctively understood the conviction coming from the voice, so she hesitantly asked, "Do you need me to do anything? I want to be the power of … for the good of the world."
"No need." Ade replied with a smile, "You just keep being silly and cute, Friday."
"Ange! Not Friday!" Ange uttered the words with nostalgia, it always felt like a long time since she had said them. She looked back and shouted them again, "Ange! Not Friday!"
A little fearful of feeling nostalgic for this, Ade spoke up to remind her, "Had enough flying? Shall we go back? The world hasn't ended yet, and I'm not going to let it end."
"Why do you want me to think about it?" Ange's voice suddenly slumped down and she maneuvered Villkiss to fly back, "It's no fun bullying me like this …."
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"Lord Embryo, is this really good?" The man known to everyone as Earl Peacecraft was treating another man with respect, "What do you think of Arsenal's loss or Emma Sheen's escape?"
Embryo leaned back in his recliner and watched a live feed from some unknown perspective, showing the very interior of Arsenal's tarmac, where a blue and white PM was slowly landing, with cheers of joy from the people around it.
"Arsenal was supposed to be a scrapyard, and it didn't matter how many Normas died. Emma Sheen had never been truly subservient, it's a bit of a shame, but it doesn't really matter." He turned off the screen with boredom, "What about you, are you genuinely subservient?"
"Of course I am-"
"I don't care either." Embry interrupted him, reflecting back on what he had just seen. "So that's what the so-called NewType resonance is all about. NT-D is something that 'he' designed all by conjecture and imagination without ever seeing a real NewType. I didn't think it could really have such an effect. Unlike these monkeys, 'he' is really a remarkable person, don't you think so?"
There was another person in the room, who stood respectfully beside Embryo along with Peacecraft. He seemed to be doing some kind of thought struggle and answered after a long time, "An amazing person indeed."
"This world is dangerous, and there is not much time left for us." Embryo ignored him and turned to Peacecraft, "I have understood what NT is, the next thing we need is angels. Have you made any progress?"
"Two targets were found, but neither could be guided to the range of the Dawn's Royal Pillar." Peacecraft looked terrified, "I'm afraid that if it doesn't work, you'll have to do it yourself, my lord."
"'If the BOSS is too strong, then he must have serious personality flaws or IQ flaws, and he will eventually fall miserably in a very easy task and die. Then the audience will complain and scold the writer for his low IQ of designing such stupid plot.' I remember that's what 'he' said, and in fact, I did almost fall miserably in a very easy task." Embryo looked at the man playfully, "Are you encouraging me to expose myself to angels? Do you think I haven't grown at all since then?"
"How dare me?!" Peacecraft hurriedly got down on one knee.
"I don't care about your loyalty." Embryo laughed disdainfully, "For a proud person like you, kneeling is something worse than death, what has kept you going so far? Is it for your 'alive' sister? Or do you still hold on to some unrealistic hope, such as 'he' will suddenly appear one day and defeat me?"
"I'm always loyal to you!"
"'Whether you believe it or not, I do believe it anyway.' I remember that's what 'he' said, very interesting sentence." Embryo poured himself a glass of red wine and elegantly lifted his goblet and shook it, "Nostalgia has made me a little sad, but I have to say, 'his' failure was worthless, falling a hundred thousand miles away from the 'truth'. 'He' didn't even figure out how I existed until the end, somehow even worse than Treize. Isn't that ridiculous?"
Peacecraft kept his head down and didn't say anything, trying to keep a poker face.
"Look, you've got another important piece of information: Treize might know some 'truth'." Embryo looked down contemptuously at the kneeling Peacecraft, "But then you remembered that Treize was dead and got frustrated all of a sudden."
Peacecraft still perfectly interpreted the meaning of expressionless.
"You feel that you're the protagonist with a blood feud, and now, your endurance to the enemy is only for the sake of revenge someday." Embryo raised his head, indicating the turned-off screen, "The three NewTypes are the same. One designed Gundam to guide the direction of technology, one changed the situation of the world, and one got Unicorn Gundam and is immersed in self-touching. They all think they are the protagonist of this story. "
No one dared to answer, and Embryo felt a little bored.
"'He' is also, always doubting whether he is the protagonist, doubting whether others are the final boss, doubting whether the plot is going to collapse, doubting whether there is something wrong with the world view, that is because 'he' does not see clearly one thing." He drained his glass of red wine and ended the topic, "It's obvious that I'm the protagonist, not any of you."
