Privaty: Commander, suppose, and I mean suppose, if one day you had to choose someone with Nikke's height to be your girlfriend, would you prefer someone with Anis ' height, who is more voluptuous, or someone with a more normal body shape?
Late at night.
Grim pours cold coffee into the sink.
Just as he was about to go to the roof to clear his mind, Privaty's message came.
"Privaty cares a lot about its image."
"Hmm..."
"I'll tease him a little."
Grim usually doesn't have many hobbies, but flirting with tsunderes is one of them.
Especially when Privaty comes to The Outpost and deliberately acts like she's not there for Grim, she'll say a few flirtatious lines.
As soon as Privaty reveals a pounding and reddened heart, he will immediately retreat and keep his distance.
In short, watching the perplexed expression of a tsundere girl is a unique experience, isn't it?
[Grim: I like the Privaty type.]
After Grim sends a message.
Almost immediately, Privaty answered.
Privaty: B-Really?
Privaty: does the Commander really like my type?
Privaty: but that's normal, right?
While there are advantages to being big, what works best for you is the most important thing.
Grim: What are you talking about?
Age, or something else?
Privaty should be pretty big too, right?
Privaty: T-no, let's just say it's because of age!
Oh, by the way, Commander, do you have any training plans these days?
To be honest, I think your physical fitness may be somewhat lacking.
If you want to practice, just come see me.
Grim: I'll watch the fireworks neatly tomorrow.
Privaty: A-What?
Privaty: do you really choose anis?
And not with me?]
Grim: I was just kidding.]
Privaty: (pursed lips) (blushed)...]
Privaty: Commander, don't always say such a thing!
Seriously!]
Pfft.
Privaty's angry face is so cute.
Grim could even imagine him sweating and looking frustrated.
"Wish other Nikke were as easy as Privaty."
Among the Nikke Grim knows, Privaty is the easiest to deal with; a daily consultation can easily give +100 affection with your eyes closed.
Unlike Anis, who always wanted to laze around but not completely, wanted to work hard but always lost interest after three minutes.
An ordinary person cannot possibly know what is going on inside his head.
After chatting for a while, Grim kept his phone.
Before going to bed, he decided to go to the roof to calm his mind.
After all, tomorrow is the day Marian returns to the squad.
But this is not a good thing.
Especially the higher ups in the Ark, who might soon take action.
After all, from the point of view of the rulers, whether to retake the Surface or maintain the strength of their own faction, they would definitely send troops to seize Marian.
Although Grim had made a lot of preparations and also purchased long-term combat equipment from Dolla, he still felt somewhat hesitant.
Hiding a Heretic is a serious crime under the laws of the Ark.
Even with Andersen and Ingrid, the two main decision-makers, backing him, Grim may not be able to come out unscathed from this maelstrom.
After all, in the Year Of The Ark, people who wanted him dead were clearly not few.
"Well, let's get some fresh air."
Full of worry, Grim climbed the stairs to the roof of the Commander Center.
Outpost under the night sky was like winter snow, cold and deserted.
Under the dim light, the streets were quiet and deserted; only in the buildings with the lights on could one faintly see Nikke's figure moving.
Grim looked up.
Thousands of elevator steel cables hang vertically, carrying one metal elevator to another, connecting up to Surface and down to Ark.
Occasionally, one can see a group of mass-produced Nikkes escorting their Commander into an elevator, accompanied by the humming sound of a running elevator, rising to the Surface determined to die.
Occasionally, however, some unusual sounds can also be heard.
"I'm young, I don't want to die!"
"I really don't want to fight anymore!
Please let me go back!"
A new Commander, on his first mission and lucky enough to survive, falls to his knees in front of an elevator.
His desperate eyes revealed boundless fear.
"My friends, my brothers from the military school, they are all dead!
Now I'm the only one left!"
"Why is the Central Government still sending me to my death on the Surface?"
"I am not Nikke; if my body is destroyed, it can be repaired, and my brain can be revived.
If I die, I really die!"
"And this time, the commissioned Nikke is a batch of mass-produced products even without a name.
Isn't this clearly going to lead me to death?"
"So why, WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY is this happening?"
The mass-produced nikkes stared expressionlessly at the loudly roaring Commander, as if they had long been numb to such a situation.
A moment later, this captain of Nikke's squad stepped forward and delivered a battle report.
The Commander, who had almost fainted, staggered to his feet, with a hateful but desperate smile, and walked into the Ark elevator.
"Saving humanity's heroes, retaking the Surface, it's all bullshit!"
"I'm going to die, and you addicts are no exception; we're all going to be finished!"
"Hehehe, hahahahaha...."
Bang!
Accompanied by hysterical laughter, the elevator door slammed shut with a clang.
Grim's eyes closed slightly, a hint of pity was visible on his face.
But no matter whether he felt sorry for her or not, the voice was destined to move further and further away from her.
It will probably disappear in a few minutes.
After all, Rapture was very fond of these noisy and screaming people; just one gentle touch could silence their noisy mouths forever.
"Heh, what Commander?"
"Only mercenaries can be sacrificed and hired to die for the higher ups of the Ark."
Shaking his head, Grim, feeling a little depressed, took a wine-flavored Pocky stick from his pocket and put it in his mouth.
He was just about to play music and listen to some recent popular songs to pass the time.
However, the iron gate to the roof creaked open, pushed by uninvited guests.
"Who?"Grim turned around.
"Only Nikke wants to consult you. Crow, with his hands in his pockets, walked uninvited behind Grim like a crow visiting late at night: "What, is the consulting room closed for today?"
"Heh, so that's you, Crow."
"Or should I call you JhonD?"