Not long after, Sevatar and several Atramentar brought the captured "culprit" into the Night King's Banquet Hall.
Bruce, who had been deep in thought the whole time, kept feeling that something was off.
Why had there been no sound other than footsteps? Could it be that this blue fatty had nerves of steel?
After all, Curze's palace was full of art pieces—some of them fresh decorations made on the spot, straight from the kill. Forget Blue Fatty: even Bruce, whose mental fortitude was fairly solid by now, still occasionally felt a chill crawl up his spine in this place.
The biggest difference between Bruce and other Astartes was simple:
he still had more humanity in him.
His way of thinking, and his capacity for empathy, were still much closer to that of an ordinary person.
"Lady Remilia. Acting Commander. The prisoner has been brought in."
Sevatar spoke coldly as he dragged a chain made from cervical vertebrae.
Bruce's thoughts were interrupted, and he looked toward the bizarre prisoner surrounded by hulking warriors.
There stood a round-headed, two-heads-tall, blue-and-white creature shaped vaguely like a cat, tied up from head to toe. Its oversized mouth had even been wrapped in several layers of cloth.
So that was it. His mouth had been sealed shut.
No wonder there'd only been footsteps and no screaming.
"!!!"
The pale-faced Blue Fatty caught sight of Bruce and instantly grew agitated. He desperately tried to open his mouth and speak, but the wad of cloth stuffed inside left him able to do nothing more than make muffled mmph mmph noises.
"You know me?!"
Bruce blurted it out before he could stop himself.
Judging from that reaction, Bruce could immediately tell the thing definitely recognized him.
The problem was, Bruce had absolutely no memory of it.
If I'd known Blue Fatty back in my original world, that would have been insane!
"Everyone except the First Captain, leave."
Remilia clenched her fists, as though she were ready to march up and punch this blue raccoon-cat herself at any moment.
She still remembered it vividly—this ridiculous blue-and-white creature was the one that had turned her into a little girl.
What a hateful wizard!
"Yes!"
The Atramentar saluted the three of them, then withdrew from the banquet hall.
"What should be done with this thing?" Sevatar cast a sidelong glance at Blue Fatty and said, "Give me a little time, and I'll make it confess everything worth confessing."
"Mmph mmph mmph—!"
Sensing the killing intent, Blue Fatty started struggling wildly, shooting Bruce a desperate look that clearly screamed save me.
"Let him talk first. I'd like to hear what he has to say."
Bruce felt it was necessary to hear him out.
By now, Bruce was already certain that the thing in front of him really was the Blue Fatty he knew—the one with all those miraculous gadgets.
As for whether Chaos corruption was a danger, at least for the moment, that didn't seem to be an issue.
"Yes."
Sevatar drew a weapon and, with a single slash, cut away the cloth.
"Gwah—!"
Blue Fatty spat out the gag and immediately cried for help:
"Old Wang! We've got to find a way to fix this Singularity!!!"
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Curze turned her head in confusion to look at Bruce.
So did Sevatar.
So you two do know each other?
"Answer honestly about your own situation. Don't start spouting nonsense!" Bruce barked at him with a stern face. "Leniency for confession, severity for resistance!"
"???"
Blue Fatty froze on the spot.
Then he plopped down on the floor, rubbed his round head in distress, and began muttering to himself.
"That's not right… the person in front of me really is Old Wang. So why doesn't he remember who I am…?"
"Answer me," Curze said, losing patience as she took a few steps forward and planted a foot on Blue Fatty's belly. "Creature from another world—what is your name?"
"M-Me?"
Blue Fatty stared blankly at the cute-looking child in front of him.
"Do you need me to punch you before you understand how dangerous your situation is?" Curze threatened viciously, raising her soft pink little fist.
Of course, thanks to her looks and body size, the line sounded less like a threat and more like a child having a pout.
"My name is Doraemon~ N-nice to meet you."
Blue Fatty grinned awkwardly and greeted them.
"Nice to meet you?" Curze snapped. "You turned me into this, and you're saying 'nice to meet you'?"
If she didn't need to know how to turn herself back, she would have dismantled this xenos on the spot.
Ten years.
Did he know how she had spent those ten years?
Nostramo had stopped fearing its Lord of Night. Some had even wanted to eat her. When that first started happening, Curze had been completely dumbfounded.
I'm no longer the incarnation of fear?
I can no longer terrify those damned criminals?
What kind of joke is this?!
"Eh?"
Doraemon stared at Curze with a blank face.
"Do you have a restoration gadget or not?" Bruce had no choice but to step in and remind him. "The one in front of you is the Primarch of the Night Lords. She ended up like this because you once used some kind of item on her."
"So long as you can change her back, there's still room to talk. Otherwise…"
Not even the gods could save you.
"Ah?!"
As Doraemon stood there in a daze, a blurry, half-forgotten memory surfaced.
He vaguely remembered that when he first arrived in this world, an absolutely terrifying being had locked onto them. Then…
his teammate had been killed on the spot. Doraemon had barely managed to protect the soul and activate a revival protocol.
But that enemy had been far too terrifying. Left with no choice, Doraemon had pulled out one of his strange gadgets in self-defense—and after that, everything became a blur.
So the one who attacked us back then was the Primarch?
No wonder she was that strong!
"Stop standing there! Pull something out—Transformation Drink, Evolution-Devolution Ray, whatever! Give us back our dignified Primarch!"
Bruce strode forward and threatened him fiercely.
Only by doing this could he keep Blue Fatty alive.
He had to prove Doraemon's value.
Otherwise, given Curze's temperament, death would be a mercy Doraemon would never receive.
"Hm? Recruit! Are you saying I'm not dignified enough right now?"
Curze put both hands on her hips and turned her head sharply, demanding an answer. Her cheeks were puffed up from anger.
"No, no, not at all…"
Bruce hurriedly bowed.
"At any moment, our young lady is always the most dignified of all! It's just that if you changed back, wouldn't you be even more dignified?"
"Mm!"
Curze nodded proudly, clearly satisfied.
"No!"
Doraemon shook his head and rejected the idea with rare seriousness.
"My gadgets have undergone uncontrollable mutations ever since I came to this world. They can't be used casually anymore!"
Though he did not fully understand what had happened, after ten years of trial and error, Doraemon had confirmed one thing:
something strange in this world was distorting his power.
Curze was the perfect example. Back then, he had only used a gadget in self-defense, but the result had been Remilia.
If the cause of that uncontrollable side effect was not found and solved, then continuing to use those gadgets with unknown altered effects would only make things worse.
"Mutated?"
Bruce had not expected that at all.
"Whether it's the Anywhere Door or anything else… their functions all differ wildly from the originals. Until this problem is solved, I'm not using any more gadgets!"
Doraemon's tone was firm.
"So what you're saying is, there's no room for discussion?"
Bruce's face darkened.
"This is for the safety of this world too, Old Wang! I know you still remember quite a lot. You should understand what happens when my gadgets are misused!"
Doraemon tried to reason with him.
"First Captain! Grab him!"
Sensing that the look Curze was giving him was becoming increasingly dangerous, Bruce gave the order without hesitation.
Forget all that other stuff.
First, turn Curze back.
Everything else came second.
"Yes!"
In an instant, Sevatar seized Doraemon and pinned all four limbs.
"You won't hand it over? Then I'll take it myself!"
Bruce stepped forward and thrust a hand toward Doraemon's stomach pouch.
"N-no, you can't! You can't do this!"
Doraemon started shouting frantically.
"If something irreversible happens, everything will become impossible to clean up!"
"Words are useless!"
Bruce showed no mercy as he shoved his hand in deeper and started rummaging hard.
"Stop—stop! You can't do that there! Don't go any deeper! Ngh—!"
Gradually, Doraemon's fierce resistance weakened. Then it softened. Then it vanished completely.
As gadget after gadget was pulled out, he could only shed two hot tears and watch helplessly as his lower half was emptied out.
"Ta-da! This is it!"
After digging left and right, Bruce finally found a glass bottle labeled Transformation Drink.
The way this gadget worked needed little explanation.
All you had to do was picture the form you wanted, then drink it, and you would become exactly that.
In the original story, Shizuka had drunk it and turned into a cat. Luckily, she later turned back—otherwise she would have remained a cat forever.
So once Bruce recognized the principle and effect of the item, what to do next became obvious.
"Lady Remilia! Please drink this! But remember—when you drink it, you absolutely must picture your original form. That's all you need to do!"
Bruce handed the Transformation Drink to Curze, who was still fiddling with the other gadgets.
"Oh? So drinking this is enough?"
"Well done, recruit!"
Without hesitation, Curze took the Transformation Drink.
"Wait."
Just as Curze was about to drink it, Sevatar—who had been silent until now—suddenly spoke, his expression grave.
"What if what this thing said is true? If these gadgets no longer behave as they originally did, what if drinking it makes things even worse?"
"…"
Bruce froze.
Right.
That was absolutely possible…
"First Captain, are you suggesting that drinking this could kill me?" Curze laughed.
Please.
I am a Primarch.
A child of the Master of Mankind.
There is no poison in existence that could kill me.
And if something really did go wrong?
Simple.
She would kill Bruce and this Blue Fatty along with herself—flayed and dismembered, preferably.
"I still believe caution is best," Sevatar urged earnestly. "You are everything to this Legion. We cannot be without you, Father."
"Then how about—"
Bruce had been about to volunteer himself as a test subject, to prove the drink worked.
But Sevatar continued before he could finish.
"Let me test it first."
"That is the safest option," Sevatar requested.
"Very well."
Curze did not hesitate for even a second.
She walked over and held the already-opened drink out toward Sevatar.
And when Sevatar realized that, even standing on tiptoe, the Primarch still could not quite reach his mouth, he quickly released the utterly defeated Doraemon, dropped to one knee, and accepted the drink directly from the Primarch's hand.
At that moment, even if what Curze fed him had been poison, Sevatar would have accepted it without regret.
Glug glug—
The liquid slid down Sevatar's throat.
His first thought was that it actually tasted pretty good—like some sort of sweet drink.
And then?
As the three of them waited, there came a sudden bang, and smoke exploded around Sevatar.
The next second, the smoke began to clear.
Bruce and Curze both showed expressions of absolute horror.
Sevatar, seeing their faces, furrowed his brow and looked down at his own hands in confusion.
Hm?
Why are they so… smooth?
Why do they look like a woman's?
No.
Wait.
Sevatar suddenly realized that his power armor had somehow transformed into an outfit he had no words to describe—a maid dress.
Not only did it look ridiculously light and flimsy, but even the sensation of a breeze brushing beneath his crotch…
felt terrifyingly real.
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