
It is the right thing that fulfills one of the three great desires of man.
It's not about getting energy. It's about satisfying the soul.
This was the first time Sharma had realized this truth.
And for Rindo …
“I can't let you carry all the load. I will also learn the truth. ”
Veldora and Ramiris watch this look and wonder why they are exaggerating. Rindo cut a piece of pound cake for himself and brought it to his mouth.
And-and
(... Impossible !? Is this what it really feels like .. !!)
She's surprised.
It was as if everything he knew was a lie.
The first thing that filled Rindo's heart was his disbelief in Veldora and the others.
He thought they were spies from the Empire who were sent to search for their hideout.
However, they turned out to be very strange.
When he wondered about this, they then scoffed at the food offered as a token of gratitude.
After that, Rindo's heart became full of anger towards them.
But the ability to calmly make decisions was always demanded of him, so he had suppressed these emotions and watched silently.
Unbelief. Anger . The surprise.
Rindo's heart swayed between emotions in confusion.
Where do thermos and snacks come from? And the magic – thing Ramiris used – what is it?
It takes great power to collect water from the atmosphere like that .. Is this miniature Automata really that powerful?
How does it work?
And if they use this technology, can they produce a lot of water?
Are they able to solve very serious problems related to water shortage …?
There is no end to the question.
And not just questions, but ambitions.
But he put away all these thoughts and questions for now to follow Sharma in eating — meals and that's when all the questions were blown away.
Humiliation for having their precious water is called mud water – he understands it now, with tea in front of him.
Ah, shit everyone! So this is what the real thing looks like.
He doesn't know yet.
He should not know …
But now that he had done so, he had to eat a clone that could never satisfy him, and endure it.
–Yes, it's already happened. He can feel it.
(Ah. And Zaza knows more than anyone ...)
Rindo now understood the meaning behind Zaza's previous warning.
Zaza was an older cyborg model, so he had to endure this pain for over a hundred years.
He already knew a few things, but he did not know what pain was like.
And now he'll be just like him …
"The zaza. Do you mind if I ask you something? ”
"G . What's up, Rindo? ”
Zaza replied with a concerned expression.
But he knows what the question is …
"A long time ago .. is such a delicious meal accessible to everyone?"
Just as Zaza had expected.
"…Him . My daughter made me a cake. They are good . Very good . Even if they are slightly burnt and the shape is strange .. but this is not about those things. There is warmth … "
The food in front of them made Zaza's argument much stronger.
She had never heard of Zaza having a daughter before, but it felt polite to ask about it.
The fact that he has not mentioned it before suggests that the war has …
And then Rindo started muttering to himself.
"Why. This war, why do it … "
Thirty-year-old Rindo and fifty-year-old Sharma are forced to live this lifestyle because of the scars left by the war.
The responsibility for this is with the generation of their parents. Or maybe the previous generation.
He knew that there was no point in complaining about it now, but he could not help but think this way.
They had to attack the Empire's food-producing plants and steal — that's what they had to do to survive in this world.
They purify polluted water and secure the bare minimum.
Luxury is not allowed. Everyone works together in their desperate struggle for survival.
And this is all possible because they don't even know what luxury is.
But now that he did, he couldn't help but hate the 'big war' which was the reason they were now suffering …
"I'm sorry .. That's because we're weak …"
“No, I'm the one who's sorry. I'm a little excited … "
Rindo accepted Zaza's apology.
Zaza is innocent here, but it seems like a natural thing to do.
The air in the room felt extremely oppressive right now.
"Hey, hey. Mastering…"
"What is ... Ramiris?"
"Did I do something wrong?"
“Uh, yes. I'm trying to stop you, remember? "
"No, you don't! You are happy to eat that cake !! ”
“I-it's not true. Well, it's okay .. ”
"But it's important! Okay…"
The two criminals panicked.
They started whispering to each other so that Sharma and the others could not hear.
"… If they like it so much that they can cry, maybe we should give them more?"
Ramiris begins to suggest, but Beretta stops him.
"Mr Ramiris, I don't think you should do that. Mr. Rimuru will not be pleased. ”
"Why?"
“It's not responsible. Lord Rimuru believes that interaction with other words should be done with extreme caution. We've been involved enough. If we go deeper, we will be responsible for these people. And it is unthinkable that we can choose which side we don't even know which side for true justice in this world. ”
Beretta warned him — if she had no intention of keeping them after this, then she should not give them false hope.
It was not difficult for Ramiris to prepare food for a thousand people.
However, it will not last forever.
Only demons would do something so irresponsible when they had no intention of caring for them to the end without receiving anything in return.
Beretta is a former demon, and therefore she knows more than anyone, the pain that humans feel when falling into the pit of despair from the height of joy.
"…It's true . Fine . I'll be more careful. ”
“It will be the best. At the very least, we should learn more about the situation in this world before choosing to side with these people. ”
Veldora and Ramiris looked at each other and nodded after hearing Beretta's warning.
It might be too late, but none of them wanted to make more excuses for Rimuru to get angry.
And they both considered Beretta's opinion and then used Mind Transmission to talk about the direction to take from there.