Gundam Seed: Final Destination Chapter 595: : water 1

Led by Mia, the three of Noel came to a relatively secluded place and sat down.

Originally, Noel didn't intend to come over.

But Aslan had to drag him.

"What do you want to eat?"

After taking her seat, Mia asked with a smile at the two of them.

Actually, Mia doesn't know much about Noel personally.

From her understanding, Noel is probably equivalent to the relationship between Yitzhak and Lacus, which can only be said to be an acquaintance.

Others, that is, I learned a little bit through the news.

"I can do anything."

"It's all right."

Aslan and Noel replied in unison.

After speaking, the two fell into silence again.

The scene in front of me is really a headache, especially for Aslan.

Lacus is Noel's lover, but the "Lacus" in front of him thinks that she is Lacus' lover.

But you asked him to tell Mia this fact, but he couldn't say it, after all, this kind of thing can't be brought out.

So now the relationship between the three of them has formed an unexplainable knot.

"Speaking of which, Noel, it seems like we haven't seen each other for a long time."

After Mia handed the menu to the waiter, she imitated Lacus' demeanor and tone and smiled at Noel.

"Well——"

Noel looked up at Aslan upon hearing this, and then at Mia.

He doesn't have much psychological burden.

By the way, Mia still doesn't know that she knows that she is not real Lacus——

Thinking of this, Noel suddenly rolled his eyes, and said with a smile: "It's really been a long time since I saw you, and it's been more than ten years."

"Huh? Noel, did you misunderstand me?"

Mia was stunned, what kind of answer was this.

Don't Noel and Lacus in the data know each other? How come we haven't seen each other for more than ten years?

Seeing Mia use the same face as Lacus, imitating Lacus' tone and speaking such vocabulary.

Noel, who wanted to tease Mia, suddenly lost interest.

In other words, Noel is not used to it, and he doesn't like Mia holding Lux's face, and playing Lacus with poor acting skills in front of him.

It was an indescribably complex sense of disobedience.

The gap between the two is too great.

Mia's appearance and voice are indeed very similar to Lux's, but they are only similar, a fake will always be a fake.

She and Lux ​​were undoubtedly carved out of the same mold.

The facial features may have undergone plastic surgery, but her voice, performance and a few small movements are all imitated lifelike.

However, her impression is always slightly different from Lux herself.

For people who have only seen the Lak line on the screen, her acting skills should be able to easily fool them.

But as a person who is familiar with Lacus, you can easily find that the Lacus in front of you and the real Lacus are two completely different people through her demeanor, tone, wording... and temperament around her.

Even though Mia has been working hard to learn how to become Lux, there are always some things that cannot be learned and imitated.

"Actually Noel——"

"Life with a mask is tiring, you don't have to do it in front of us, Mia."

Noel interrupted Aslan.

Declare that this meaningless farce is over.

He actually didn't want the atmosphere to become like this, but he really didn't like Mia like this.

Of course, what he hates is not Mia, but this inner conflict of disobedience.

Crack~

The chopsticks in his hand fell to the table.

Mia said with a flustered smile: "Noel, you, what are you talking about——"

"Mia, in fact, Noel is Lux's—"

"Actually, I know because of the speaker, you don't need to have too much psychological burden."

Seeing Mia's flustered expression, Noel had no choice but to throw the pot out, and at the same time interrupted Aslan's words.

For the time being, it is better not to let too many people know about the relationship between himself and Lacus.

And Durandal's move is actually very good.

He was not interested in revealing, and at the same time, he also wanted to see Aslan's embarrassment.

If Mia knew about her relationship with Lacus, it would be awkward for her to get along with Aslan later on.

Mia subconsciously looked at Aslan when she heard the words. Obviously, she had an inexplicable sense of trust in Aslan.

"Well, yes, we watched your speech together."

Aslan nodded, although even if Durandal hadn't asked, Noel should be able to find out about this problem.

As Lux's lover, if Noel can't even tell Mia from Lux, it would be unreasonable.

"So that's how it is."

The panic in Mia's heart disappeared a lot when she heard the words.

"Well, speaking of it, if it wasn't for the reminder from Speaker Durandal, I wouldn't have found out about it."

Noel nodded.

"Really?"

Upon hearing this, Mia's eyes lit up, and she clasped her hands together to imitate Lux's appearance and looked at Aslan in surprise.

Aslan watched Mia looking at him, subconsciously fell silent.

Like it——

The answer must be yes, but if you ask him to express his true thoughts now, he somehow feels like betraying Lacus, and even betraying the deceived people.

When I was thinking about it, I saw Mia gradually sinking into depression: "It doesn't look like...is it?"

"Ah, no, no... no!"

Seeing Mia's sad expression, Aslan unconsciously apologized and replied vaguely.

"Ah, really?"

Upon hearing this, Mia immediately looked across the table with expectant eyes.

Aslan looked at Noel as if to save him.

"Tut——"

Nuoer turned his head to pretend he didn't see it. Now he saw the appearance of the two people in front of him for some reason, and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

This shit——

"Aslan?"

Mia asked again.

"Yes, very similar, almost no different from me."

Under this semi-forced atmosphere, Aslan could only nod his head and go back perfunctorily.

But as he talked, Aslan felt that he had become an accomplice in this fraud case again, so he fell into a sad silence again.

It was also at this time that Mia raised her voice happily, as if even his dissatisfaction could be swept away.

"Oh, I'm so happy! Great... I'm so happy to hear you say that!"

Sensing her joy, the red hello also turned.

This ball-shaped robot pet was originally a gift from Aslan to Lacus, but the one in front of him should be an imitation, and it is quite exquisitely made.

On the other hand, Noel felt that this place was not suitable for him at all. He seriously suspected that Durandal did this.

That old coin, I must find a way to redouble my revenge in the future.

Hearing this, Aslan felt inexplicably complicated.

Almost completely believe what the speaker said about Aslan, but he can't let go of this matter.

This girl too, doesn't she feel any guilt about cheating the public by pretending to be Lacus?

"Tell you, in fact, she has always been a fan of Miss Lacus!"

Different from the quietness when she played Lacus, Mia speaks very fast at the moment: "I like her songs very much, so I often sing them, and some people say that my voice is very similar to her..."

"Then, one day, the Speaker suddenly asked me to go..."

Mia may have found someone to confide in, or she may have been "affirmed by Lux's closest person" from Aslan, she kept talking happily.

"You want to do this?"

When Aslan heard the words, he deliberately carried a little bit of unflattering meaning.

As if Mia didn't understand the feeling at all, she nodded frankly and said: "Yes, the speaker said that the colony needs your strength now—so—"

This is the same as what the Speaker said to Aslan.

Inexplicably feeling a bit bitter, he turned his face away and said, "...it shouldn't be yours, it should be Lux's."

"Yes, but now... no, not just now, everyone will always need Miss Lacus."

There was a pure prayer-like warmth in her voice, which made Aslan couldn't help but look at her expression.

"So strong, beautiful, gentle, noble, but so approachable..."

Mia looked longingly at her own reflection on the glass window, which was almost like a pilgrimage.

Noel sighed and shook his head, Mia is actually a poor person in a sense—

After a pause, Mia said a little lonely: "But... Mia has no one who needs it."

"Ah... sorry."

Upon hearing this, Aslan immediately regretted what he had just said.

"It's all right."

However, in the face of Aslan's apology, Mia first recovered her cheerful expression, and said eagerly: "I'm actually very happy, even though it's only now, and even though I'm just a fake, it doesn't matter. Miss Lacus is not here now, and I can replace her to help the speaker and everyone, I am really happy."

"At least I'm needed—"

"Miss Mia..."

Aslan had changed his opinion of her.

She, too, is working in her own way to stop the war.

Regardless of the means, Aslan's heart was touched by her enthusiasm and positivity.

Nuoer was fiddling with the food on the dinner plate in silence, feeling inexplicably agitated.

Not because Mia pretended to be Lacus, but because when she took this step, she had already lost the possibility of being "herself".

"I am really happy to see you."

Mia suddenly seemed to think of something, blushing and said to Aslan.

After speaking, he couldn't help leaning his whole body over the table, staring at Aslan's face with the same eyes as Lacus, and said, "Aslan, you must know Miss Lacus very well, right? Then, Please tell me, what does she usually look like? What kind of things does she like... Let me think about it, and what is she not good at? What is she good at..."

Listening to Mia's inquiry.

Aslan was inexplicably shaken.

Girls like this are doing their best for the same goal.

Frankly, Mia does not deserve credit for what she has done.

But in order to achieve the goal, sometimes it is impossible to choose the means.

Likewise, myself too.

At least, I am needed here.

——What are you doing there?

Inexplicably, Asuka's question echoed in Aslan's ears.

Orb had Kagalli waiting, but there was nothing Aslan Sara could do there.

——What you can do, what you want to do...you know best.

Aslan is still struggling, but his heart has been shaken a little.

At the same time, Aslan's attitude towards Mia has also changed. Both of them hope for someone who is needed, and at this time there is a slight resonance in their hearts.

At the same time, the earth—

The refuge room, which was originally elegant and tidy, is now in a mess as if swept by a strong wind.

Broken glass was scattered all over the floor, and liquor spilled out from overturned wine bottles, staining the carpet in a mess.

Gabriel was lying decadently on the chair, his slightly pale face turned distorted by anger.

"This is no joke, Gabriel."

"Look at you, how decent are you?"

On the front screen, all the men looked at Gabriel with obvious contempt.

"However, hey, this time I let someone put it on!"

"What kind of weapon is Zaft?"

The men ignored Gabriel's silence, and just kept sarcastic remarks to each other.

"He yelled out the declaration of war in high spirits, but he was punched in the face and left sadly? Isn't the script you wrote a farce?"

Listening to a series of relentless criticisms, Jibril gripped the arm of the chair tightly.

Things should not be like this, and should be resolved in one breath while the war is starting-this is the scenario envisioned by Gabriel.

That's why he encouraged the three-inch tongue, which made the Atlantic Federation agree to cooperate even though they were reluctant.

A protracted war will be detrimental to the Earth Alliance, which is still suffering from Julius VII, and will even cause various follow-up problems.

Therefore, a quick decision is the general principle of this war.

But now—

"Now, that kid from the Atlantic Federation has fallen hard."

These people take it easy and call the president of the largest country in the world a brat.

"The troops that are going to attack the ZAFT base on the surface are still on standby, right?"

While advancing on the colonies, combined ground forces moved in parallel and surrounded Kapantaria and Gibraltar.

According to the plan, when the nuclear bombs were fired at the colonies, those forces would simultaneously attack the remnants on Earth. Unexpectedly, the failure of the first stage made them lose the opportunity of the second stage attack.

The ground troops had nothing to do but wait for the next order.

"Swing your fist so high, just put it down and run away, will you become the laughing stock of the whole world?"

The men continued to chat and laugh mockingly.

One glances at Gabriel.

"...Hey, what's the matter?"

"Should we think of a way to find someone to take charge of it? - Gabriel, how about you?"

The implications of this passage sent a shivers down Jibril's spine.

For the men on the screen, it was nothing at all to bring him down from the throne of the Blue Cosmos.

Because they are the behind-the-scenes masters who really dominate the world—the representatives of an organization called LOGOS.

Although Jibril has the ability to drive the coalition army, he just uses these people as a backstage and a **** in their hands.

However, everything is the fault of those adjusters.

I don't know what kind of magic they used ~IndoMTL.com~ to disable all our nuclear bombs!

It's all caused by those cosmic monsters for engaging in such a cleverness and putting myself in such an embarrassing predicament!

The horror of losing power was immediately replaced by this anxious anger.

Jibril forgot his original cowardice, and yelled back at those people hysterically: "What nonsense are you talking about! This war must be won!"

As for his boldness, those people temporarily silenced their voices, giving Jibril a chance to continue speaking.

"That kind of weapon wiped out all our nuclear bombs in an instant...! There are monsters in the universe holding that kind of thing. I really don't understand how you can be so relieved?"

Regarding the mysterious weapon, they have not received any information. They only know that it not only destroyed the fired nuclear bomb, but also detonated the nuclear bomb stored in the warship warehouse. touch.

In other words, those people can now even freely detonate the nuclear material on the earth. For the people living on the surface, wouldn't this become a nightmare threat?

"We have to keep fighting! Go back to the previous plan - no! It should be strengthened!"

The wounded self-esteem and the disgust and hatred for the enemy mixed together a strange brilliance on his face.

As if encouraging the people in front of him, Jibril howled: "This time, we must beat them severely and completely deprive them of their strength, otherwise we will never give up!"

How can I not repay this humiliation——!

In Jibril's mind, the hatred for the enemy has already far surpassed the calm calculation.