Foundation: Recruiting Anime Characters, Containing Supreme

He stared at Di Pace seriously and asked.

"All."

"The first one is his law."

"The second is the other's."

"And the third one, well, once you've read the first two, you'll naturally understand the third one."

Not only did Di Pace fail to solve the puzzle.

Instead, it made Dr. Montauk feel even more mysterious and he fell into deep thought for a moment.

"That's all I can tell you now. You have to understand it in the right way."

"Is that really all?"

Dr. Montauk couldn't help but continue asking.

This time, Di Pace looked at Saiki Kusuo and said thoughtfully.

"Not necessarily."

"Among the Crimson Sons' defectors, Helen is a high-level reality bender."

“You can go back into the body of a past human and experience their thoughts and emotions firsthand.”

"He once went back to a battle in the past and witnessed something."

"If you can catch him, or find his body, you can ask the young man next to you to try. Maybe he can find the answer."

Di Pace just finished speaking.

Kusuo Saiki narrowed his eyes. Herent's ability was similar to his.

It’s not that it can’t be used.

Holmes pondered the possibilities.

According to Dipes's description, this is a feasible method. The information obtained is better than what Helent said orally.

"okay, I get it."

Dr. Montauk did not hesitate. He immediately agreed and turned to look at Saiki Kusuo.

"Heront has been on the list for a long time."

"We'll catch him and send him over tomorrow, and the rest is up to you."

Saiki Kusuo nodded seriously.

He knew it was dangerous, but it had to be done in order to successfully contain the victim.

Besides, he is the only one left.

"You've worked hard today."

"Go back and have a good rest. The rooms have been arranged for you."

Dr. Montauk nodded in satisfaction.

Soon, he arranged for an employee to take the three people to an underground lounge.

About the same size as an apartment.

Holmes and his companions did not resist and entered the lounge to prepare for tomorrow's affairs.

"call--!"

Luo Ji plopped down on the cushioned sofa.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and took off his uniform, looking helpless.

“This is my first time fully armed.”

"Isn't this too hot?"

Holmes smiled at this.

"That's what happens with this kind of clothing, but I'm a Heroic Spirit, so I don't mind."

"By the way, Saiki."

"What did you see when you were stunned just now?"

Holmes turned his head and asked curiously.

Upon hearing this, Saiki Kusuo fell into deep thought and recounted what he saw after the contact.

Holmes stroked his chin when he heard this.

"I can't analyze anything."

"There's still too little information. Even if I were a famous detective, it would be difficult to be effective."

"Then take a good rest first!"

Luo Ji lay on the bed and said with a smile.

Anyway, he is an official agent, so even if he dies, there is a chance of resurrection.

The psychological burden is not great.

It would be best if we could complete the containment, but if not, we can only try harder next time.

"Well, you guys should take a rest first."

"I'll take charge of the night watch."

Holmes, considering that he is a heroic spirit, took the initiative to choose to keep watch for the two.

Saiki Kusuo also readily agreed.

After all, he was scared enough today and really needed a good rest.

the next morning.

The three of them got up after a good rest and were about to go find Dr. Montauk.

But I heard a knock on the door.

A staff member said cautiously.

"Herent has been brought here. Dr. Montauk wants you to come over."

"I understand. I'll be right there."

Holmes quickly agreed.

They looked at the other two people who were ready, nodded to each other, and followed the staff.

Arrived at an interrogation room.

A man with messy long black hair had his hands and feet firmly fixed by some kind of metal.

Falling into a deadly sleep.

"That's Helen."

Dr. Montauk stood to one side, pointed at the man, and said indifferently.

"In order to prevent him from causing a riot, he is basically kept in a deep sleep all the time."

"The rest is up to you."

"Saiki Kusuo."

"it is good."

Saiki Kusuo held his forehead helplessly.

But he braced himself and reached out to grab the man's arm.

Close your eyes and let your thoughts wander into your memories.

The noisy memories flashed by like a movie.

Kusuo Saiki could only take his time to search slowly and find the part in the other person's memory.

finally.

He was in the deepest part of Helen's consciousness.

Witnessed the battle.

In this memory.

Saiki Kusuo's identity is the same as in his memory, a ragged slave.

But just keep your head up.

Something huge will come into view.

It was that majestic and unforgettable fortress, forged of volcanic rock and sawn iron, built into a mountain.

Every inch and every corner, steel bars and plates seemed to randomly protrude in half-exposed directions.

But just see the whole.

You can see the symmetry.

Just as Saiki Kusuo was about to continue exploring, a voice suddenly came from his ears.

You entered my memory.

The people from the foundation are actually interested in this memory. Is it because of Wang?

Sudden sound.

Saiki Kusuo was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Helent was sleeping in the outside world.

He actually managed to retain his sanity in his memory.

Haha, just enjoy it.

This is the perfect display of cosmic order, revealed in endless sevens.

Saiki Kusuo frowned.

He didn't bother to pay attention to Helen and continued to browse the memory, fragments flashing in his eyes.

Too bad... you can only see flashbacks.

Followed by.

Kusuo Saiki saw several fragments. He browsed through the memory with a frown on his face.

Because of the contents of memory.

It was far more bizarre and huge than he had imagined.

Haha, you saw it.

The nobles looked down upon us with cruel eyes, but the king did not care.

He rewards us, and we become the instruments of his rule.

When villages demand the king's judgment, we rain blood and iron upon them.

The villagers were afraid of us, and that made me feel okay.

But when the horde arrived, burning with fire and crying out for freedom, the villagers were as afraid of them as they were of us.

I think they are not afraid of their Lord, but afraid of chaos and disorder.

They didn't know which way to go.

In the end, most people betrayed us.

Many people have had their daughters taken away by our Lord, by ancient rituals, rituals of blood.

But we stood on the battlements, loyal to the end, our hearts leaping with joy that all this was as it should be.

I'm still not sure what happened—it was too chaotic, all red smoke—but I could feel the host's bloodlust.

We stood, watched, and waited.

The sounds of rubble and explosions emanated from the mountains, and the final battle began.