Science/Magic 8 Contact 3

This time, though, he seemed completely different than when he came. He was wearing a set of black tight-fitting clothes, a black military bag, and a black armor. To Camilla, those were just the basic equipment of the confederation's soldiers, so she did not mind giving them away. But for Bloed, this equipment could save his life in a life and death situation.

He also carried a new sword and a military knife. Bloed was incredibly impressed by the sword and the knife's sharpness. Even without a magic enchantment, the weapons were incredibly sharp, comparable to the best weapons in the palace.

But the weapons he loved the most were the two black things on his waist. The woman called them [Energy Guns], and according to her, they were a kind of weapon that could shot lethal plasma projectiles against enemies.
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Bloed loved the weapon from the first time the woman showed it to him. He quickly learned the basics of using them and received two as payment for the information.

It was something unimaginable to Bloed. He could not believe that they gave him such incredible weapons so easily.

Quickly, Camilla and t.i.to had become Bloed's favorite people, and the s.p.a.ceship had become the best place he ever visited.

But although this place was incredible and he loved the food here, he had to leave.

Bloed was a wanderer, a cursed child. The Exiled Lands were his home, and the starry sky was his roof.

And he knew that the woman and he were from completely different worlds, literally.

…

After Bloed left, Camilla remained seated in her wheelchair and put on an empty expression.

Grabbing a cigarette from the last cigarette box in the s.p.a.ce ship, Camille lit it up and started to smoke, lost in her thoughts.

Before long, t.i.to appeared.

[Master, the results are out.]

"… Tell me."

[The cryogenic slept caused major damage in your cells. Many of your cells are starting to undergo necrosis. Fortunately, your enhanced body is quickly replacing the cells and holding out, but it's just a matter of time before that stops being enough.]

"… I slept four hundred years, so that is normal. What else?"

[… Master, this ship does not have the ability to treat the problem.]

"Is it so?" Camilla exhaled a cloud of smoke and fell silent. She then heaved a sigh and asked. "… How long?"

[… Four years. But master, if you enter in cryogenic slept again, then we can extend the time to two hun–

"Stop it, t.i.to." Camilla smirked. "It's enough."

[…]

"I have lived for a very long time anyway. Moreover, my family is already dead. Living any longer than this is meaningless."

[But master, maybe someone will come to find you. With the right facilities, they can treat your problem and allow you to live and fight the devourers again.] t.i.to continued, its mechanical voice taking a pleading tone. Camilla, however, shook her head.

"You know that something like that will not happen. It has been four hundred years t.i.to, n.o.body will come. And even if someone comes, I'm sure that the war has ended long ago. I have lived enough, it's time for me to meet my family again.

[… What are you going to do then, master?]

"... I'll make a tomb for my family, and you will bury me beside them."

…

If the first time Bloed entered the s.p.a.ceship was a coincidence, the second time was his own choice.

Even Bloed himself was not sure about the reason that he returned to the s.p.a.ceship. Perhaps it was curiosity about the two people inside, perhaps it was a desire to eat good food again, or perhaps he just missed having someone he could talk with.

The important thing is, one week after Bloed left the s.p.a.ceship he returned again.

Bloed did not know it, but Camilla had just finished building her own tomb. If Bloed came one day later, he would not have found anyone alive.

When Bloed knocked on the s.p.a.ceship's door (?), t.i.to was the one who answered.

[h.e.l.lo boy, how have you been? Do you need something?]

Bloed fell silent. He tried to think about a reason to justify coming here, and finally, he remembered something.

Quickly, he searched inside his bag and took out a small bird-like monster.

"… I brought food."

[Food? But we don't need food.]

"… Very tasty. I want to give it to you."

For one instant, even an AI like t.i.to did not know how to answer.

But at that moment, Camilla, who had been observing everything from inside the ship, opened her mouth.

"Let him enter. I'm curious about his food."

[Yes, master.] t.i.to's eye flashed in acknowledgment and it opened the door.

After leading Bloed until the dining room, t.i.to sent a robot to receive the bird and started to prepare it (of course, it first confirmed that the bird wasn't poisonous).

Camilla, who was still seated in the wheelchair, smiled at the boy. "Good to see you again, Bloed. I didn't expect you to bring us something to eat."

"… I just thought about it."

"Is it so? I thought that you wanted to eat our food again but were too ashamed to ask for it, so you brought the bird as excuse."

Bloed blushed slightly. Actually, Camilla was right. A great part of the reason he came back was due to the food.

Seeing through the boy's thoughts, Camilla smirked. She then laughed happily and shook her head.

As the food was prepared by robots, it was done quickly. In less than twenty minutes, a dish of fried chicken (?) with potatoes was on the table.

When Bloed felt the nice smell of fried food, he had to struggle against himself to not pounce towards the dish immediately.

Fortunately, Camilla did not mind it. She calmly waited until the food was ready and started to eat elegantly. She only could to eat a few mouthfuls of food though. Bloed devoured most of the food in seconds.

When they finished eating, Bloed looked at the cleaning robots in curiosity. He then turned towards Camilla and asked with a look of puzzlement.

"How do you control those monsters?"

"Huh?" Camilla tilted her head in confusion, but when she understood Bloed question she could not help but start to laugh.

Thus, she decided to give Bloed a small lesson about Earth.