I, Viego, conquer Terra!

"The doors in front and behind the passage are all 'closed'. Even if we move away, we will still be stuck together, just in different positions."

The passage is not long, only a few steps away. Even if Viego or Kal'tsit moved away, at most their whole bodies would be stuck together, and then half of their bodies would be stuck together, which would be even more uncomfortable, so it would be better not to move.

Viego whispered in Kal'tsit's ear:

"Be patient for a while, Kal'tsit. I have left a black mist on the assassin."

The black fog is an extension of Viego's perception.

The assassin's entire body was covered in a thin black mist that was invisible to the naked eye.

No matter whether he was talking to people or leaving messages in some way, he could not escape the perception of the black fog.

"Objectively speaking, this is not endurance, because I don't feel uncomfortable." Kal'tsit's cold and calm voice sounded. "...It's just that I'm not used to physical contact."

"That's good." Viego responded. "Look at it from a positive perspective. You are actually just like a corpse right now."

At least he can guarantee that he won't lose control of the gun and poke Kal'tsit in the ass...

"..." Kal'tsit was silent for a moment. "Your way of comforting others is somewhat unique, Viego."

The man chuckled in her ear, and a cool breeze brushed across her earlobe.

Kal'tsit tilted her head subconsciously.

"How long are you going to wait here?" she asked.

"If you can accept that, I hope it will last as long as possible." Viego said, "At least until someone from the Tower of Babel finds out that you're in trouble and takes action."

Kal'tsit understood what Viego meant. "You want to hide it from everyone and make Theresa and the others think that something happened to me, so that you can gain the trust of the assassins and let them pass on the information about my death without worrying about it?"

"clever."

"Then wait. Under normal schedule, I will go to Kulushier's workshop in four hours to learn about the latest progress of the Black Mist weapon. She will come to the office to find me."

Kal'tsit closed her eyes and leaned against Viego's body, using the force to make herself stand more comfortably.

...Before she had the Black Mist, her oripathy attacks occurred approximately once every one to two months, and she had to take blocking drugs every time to relieve the pain.

But after possessing the black fog, it has been three months since the last attack of oripathy.

Kelsey wasn't sure when the next attack would occur.

But it’s better not now, not today.

Because her blocking drugs were placed on the desk outside.

Maintaining physical strength and avoiding emotional fluctuations and strenuous exercise can effectively reduce the frequency of mineralogy attacks.

"Kal'tsit?" Viego's body tensed.

"What?" Kal'tsit opened her eyes again.

"Uh...it's okay. I thought you had some illness and suddenly passed out."

After all, Kal'tsit usually showed an indifferent and cold iceberg look without any emotional fluctuations... Viego did not expect that she would lean directly on him.

Viego felt that it was more likely that Kal'tsit had fainted than that she had leaned against him.

"...We have to stand in this position for four hours in a narrow passage, so we have to try our best to maintain good condition. Since we have to maintain this position anyway, we might as well save ourselves some energy."

Kal'tsit's voice was calm, indifferent and rational like a robot:

"You said it yourself. I can treat you as a corpse."

"You're right, I just didn't expect..." Viego smiled helplessly, and reached out to hug the slender waist of the cat in his arms to make her more comfortable. "You will come straight up."

"Does a being like you care about gender?" Kal'tsit felt the arm on her waist, and the cat ears on her head twitched again.

"What do you mean by an existence like me? Before I became like this, I was also a normal man, okay? A normal man with desires and needs." Viego laughed:

"——Actually, it's the same now, except that I can fully control my body, so no embarrassing things happened."

He can just hold the gun, not that he doesn't have a gun.

Kal'tsit's expression slightly changed, and she began to explore. "...You mean, you still desire me now?"

"Uh..." Viego was stunned for a moment. "Why do you suddenly ask this? We are a single man and a single woman... Isn't this a bad idea?"

"Just curious. If you feel this violates your privacy, you can refuse to answer."

Well...

So you're treating me as a guinea pig?

"Okay." Viego raised his eyebrows and said:

"I've said before, I'm a normal man, of course I appreciate beautiful women. Please, the two of us are like this now, if you were me, would you not have some thoughts? But thoughts are just thoughts, and they don't conflict with my lack of actual action."

As the saying goes, a gentleman judges by deeds, not by heart.

This is because there must be a difference between what you think in your mind and what you actually do.

Just like before, when Cellinina actively and passionately "pursued" Viego, do you think a normal man would not be tempted?

Of course I am tempted.

But Viego was calm.

Being moved is one thing, but taking action is another.

Stay restrained so that your will is not overwhelmed by desires.

Viego must exercise restraint, otherwise it is hard to say whether he will continue to indulge himself a second or third time after he has indulged himself once, or even become...

No self-control at all.

He still has hundreds or thousands of years of memories about the Ruined King that he has not digested in his mind.

After the truly meaningful memories passed, all that remained were the Ruined King's lonely whispers filled with mad love.

These memories are truly dangerous, enough to turn Viego into the "Second Generation of the Ruined King".

Viego doesn't want to be a bootlicker.

"......" Kelsey thought for a moment and asked, "You mean, you still have normal body functions and mental desires, but your self-control is strong enough?"

...in those long memories in my mind.

It was the first time that Kal'tsit saw such a "strange" "ancient being" like Viego.

Maybe it has something to do with what he said, "He was a normal man before he became like this"?

He didn't seem to be born that way.

But he acquired this power later and became what he is now...

Like the state of the living dead.

Unexpectedly, this assassination provided her and Viego with an opportunity for in-depth communication.

In any case, it is a good thing for Kal'tsit to get to know this "collaborator" better.

Mon3tr's changes were irreversible. She could only learn more about the strange "black fog" power to ensure that no serious accidents would occur.

Kal'tsit suddenly became curious about Viego.

This man...

What exactly happened?

While thinking, Kal'tsit suddenly felt something hard behind her, which hurt her butt.

Cathead frowned slightly and subconsciously moved his body to adjust his posture. "Viago? The thing in your pocket is poking me."

"...That's not what's in your pocket." The man replied softly. "It's something further down."

Kal'tsit reacted, her body stiffened, and her eyes subconsciously opened and widened slightly.

The feeling quickly disappeared.

"Feel it?" The man's voice rang in her ears, still whispering softly without any abnormality. "You asked it yourself. No matter how much you say, it's better to show it directly."

"......" Kal'tsit was silent.

It was indeed she who initiated the topic and asked about it.

Looking back, that kind of question does seem a bit offensive to a "normal man".

It's like saying a woman is set in stone.

From a researcher's perspective, Kal'tsit doesn't care about this, but others are obviously different from her.

It's understandable that Viego would just shut her up with his actions...

Kal'tsit reflected for a moment, then shut her mouth and stopped talking.

The passage fell into silence, with only the sound of her breathing remaining.

After a moment, the man's voice sounded in her ears again, with a hint of curiosity. "By the way, Kal'tsit, I have a question that I've wanted to ask you for a long time."

"what?"

"Your race is Flin, right?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Then..." Viego hesitated and asked, "Why don't you have a tail?"

"What?" Kal'tsit was slightly startled.

Viego thought she didn't hear him clearly, so he moved closer and repeated, "I asked, why don't you have a tail?"

"......" Kal'tsit was silent for a moment, then asked, "We are so close to each other now, don't you feel anything at all?"

"...what?"

"......" Kal'tsit let out a long breath and said coldly: "I am now beginning to doubt whether your tactile nerve conduction function is functioning normally, Viego, or is your IQ not enough to understand what I am saying?"

"So... do you have a tail or not?" Viego perfectly filtered out Kal'tsit's sarcasm. "Can you tell me first before you continue to scold me? Otherwise, I will start to rebound."

"... ..."

Viego wasn't sure if he heard the sound of Kal'tsit gritting her teeth.

"I have a tail." Kal'tsit gritted his teeth and said, "Don't you have one hand free? Just touch it and you'll know."

"...Huh?" Viego hesitated, "You won't be angry and hit me if I touch you, right?"

"Do you think I can do it now?" Kal'tsit said coldly. "——Why didn't I notice you were taking so long before?"

"Men and women shouldn't touch each other... What if you are attracted by my charm and try to take advantage of me?" Viego muttered.

Kal'tsit couldn't help but clench her hands.

Hard.

The fist is hard.

No wonder that white-haired Sarkaz mercenary had that attitude towards this man...

Is this man asking for trouble on purpose?

"Haha, I'm just kidding, don't be angry." Viego laughed and patted Kal'tsit's little fist, which was already clenched with a crackling sound.

"Knowing you have a tail, I just need to satisfy my curiosity, but there's no need to touch it... I'm not the kind of man who likes to take advantage of others."

......

Four hours later.

Kal'tsit leaned in Viego's arms.

In the darkness, she frowned, and her usually cold face was now flushed with a strange color, with a hint of pain.

"Kel'tsit?" The man's voice sounded in her ears, as if it was separated by a layer of water. It was distant and vague. "Kel'tsit? Your body is a little hot."

“…” Kal’tsit opened her eyes, and all she saw was a pitch-black darkness, with her brain functioning slowly as if she were drunk.

Her mineral sickness was acting up.

She knew it half an hour ago when she noticed she was starting to feel dizzy and her temperature was rising.

"...I'm fine," she said.

From behind me and the arm tightly wrapped around my waist, I felt a faint chill that seemed to last forever.

Kal'tsit subconsciously moved her body, trying to get a larger contact area to make herself feel better.