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

Originally, Noel didn't plan to come here.

But Aslan had to drag him.

"What do you want to eat?"

Mia asked with a smile after taking her seat.

Actually, I don't know much about Noel and Mia personally.

In her understanding, Noel is probably equivalent to a relationship similar to Itzhak and Lux, and it can only be said to be an acquaintance.

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

"I can do anything."

"It will be all right."

Aslan and Nuoer heard the words and replied in unison.

After speaking, the two fell silent again.

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

Lux is Noel's lover, but this 'Lux' in front of her thinks she is Lux's 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 told.

So now the relationship between the three has formed an unexplainable dead end.

"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 smiled at Noel, imitating Lux's demeanor and tone.

"Um-"

When Noel heard the words, he looked up at Aslan, and then at Mia.

He doesn't have too much psychological burden.

Speaking of which, Mia still doesn't know that she knows she's not the real Lux—

Thinking of this, Nuoer suddenly rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "It's really been a long time since we've seen each other. It's been almost ten years."

"Huh? Noel, do you have any misunderstanding about me?"

Mia was stunned, what was the answer.

Didn't Noel and Lux ​​in the data know each other? Why haven't we seen each other for ten years?

Seeing that Mia used the same face as Lux, she learned such words in Lux's tone.

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

In other words, Noel is not used to it, and doesn't like Mia's face on Lux's face, performing Lux 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, but they are only similar. A fake is always a fake.

She and Lux ​​were undoubtedly carved from the same mold.

Her facial features may have been reshaped, but her voice, acting and a few small movements were all imitated vividly.

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

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

But as someone who is familiar with Lux, you can easily find that the Lux in front of you is completely different from the real Lux through her demeanor, tone, wording... and her whole body temperament.

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

"Actually Noel—"

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

Noel interrupted Aslan.

Announce the end of this meaningless farce.

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 the sense of disobedience in his heart.

slap~

The chopsticks in his hand fell off the table.

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

"Mia, actually Noel is Lux's—"

"Actually, I know it because of the Speaker. You don't need to have too much psychological burden."

Seeing that Mia's expression was a little flustered, Noel had to throw the pot out, and at the same time interrupted Aslan's words.

It's best not to let too many people know about her relationship with Lux for the time being.

And Durandal actually made a good move this time.

He has no interest in dismantling it, and at the same time he also wants to see Aslan's distressed appearance.

If Mia knew about her relationship with Lux, she would be embarrassed to get along with Aslan in the future.

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

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

Aslan nodded, although even without Durandal speaking, Noel should have been able to find out about this problem.

As Lux's lover, if Noel can't even tell the difference between Mia and Lux, it's a bit unreasonable.

"So this is ah."

When Mia heard the words, the panic in her heart disappeared a lot.

"Well, if it wasn't for Speaker Durandal's tip, I wouldn't have found out about this."

Noel nodded.

"Really?"

Mia's eyes lit up when she heard the words, and she looked at Aslan in surprise as she folded her hands and imitated Lux.

Aslan looked at Mia's eyes and fell into silence subconsciously.

Is it like—

The answer must be the same, but if you ask him to tell his sincerity now, he somehow feels betrayed by Lux, and even betrayed the deceived people.

While thinking about it, he saw Mia gradually sinking into depression: "It's not like... is it?"

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

Seeing Mia's sad expression, Aslan unconsciously apologised and responded vaguely.

"Ah, really?"

When Mia heard the words, she immediately looked over the table with anticipation.

Aslan looked at Noel as if to rescue him.

"Tsk—"

Nuo Er turned his head and Quan Dang didn't see it. He looked at the two people in front of him and didn't know what to do. He had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

This Nima—

"Aslan?"

Mia asked again.

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

In this semi-compulsive atmosphere, Aslan had no choice but to nod and go back.

But as he spoke, Aslan felt that he had become an accomplice in this fraud case, 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 Haro also turned.

This spherical robot pet was originally a gift from Aslan to Lux, but the one in front of him should also be imitation.

Noel felt that this place was completely unsuitable for him. He seriously suspected that Durandal did this. He definitely did it on purpose to harm himself.

That old coin must find a way to retaliate in the future.

When Aslan heard this, his mood was inexplicably complicated.

He almost completely believed what the Speaker said about Aslan, but he couldn't let go of this matter.

This girl is also, doesn't she feel any guilt about pretending to be Lux to deceive the people?

"Tell you, in fact, people have always been a fan of Miss Lux!"

Different from the quietness when playing Lux, Mia speaks very fast at the moment: "I like her songs very much, so I often sing them, and as a result, 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 Aslan, the 'closest person to Lux', she said happily all the time.

"Want you to do this?"

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

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

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

Feeling a bit of bitterness inexplicably, he turned his face away and said, "...It shouldn't be yours, it's Lux's."

"Yes, but now... No, not just now, everyone will always need Miss Lux's."

There was a kind of pure prayer-like warmth in her voice, which made Aslan look at her expression involuntarily.

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

Mia looked at her reflection on the glass window with longing eyes, a sight almost like a pilgrimage.

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

After Mia paused for a while, she said with a bit of loneliness: "But... Mia doesn't need anyone anymore."

"Ah... I'm sorry."

When Aslan heard the words, he immediately regretted what he had just said.

"It's fine."

However, in the face of Aslan's apology, Mia regained her cheerful expression and said eagerly: "I'm actually very happy, although it's only now, although I'm just a fake, it doesn't matter, Miss Lacus I'm not here now, and I'm really happy to help the Speaker and everyone in her place."

"At least I'm needed-"

"Mia...Miss."

Aslan changed her opinion a little.

She is also doing her best to stop the war in her own way.

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

Noel was silently fiddling with the food on the plate, feeling a little irritable for no reason.

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

"People are really happy to see you."

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

After speaking, he couldn't help leaning over the table, staring at Aslan's face with the same eyes as Lux, and said, "Aslan, you must know Miss Lux well? Then, please tell me. Me, what does she usually look like? What does she like...I think, and, what is she not good at? What is she good at..."

Listening to Mia's question.

Aslan was inexplicably shaken in his heart.

A girl like this is doing her best for the same goal.

Frankly speaking, what Mia has done is not commendable.

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

Likewise, myself.

At least, I am needed here.

-What are you doing there?

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

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

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

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

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

At the same time, the earth—

The originally elegant and tidy refuge room was now as messy as a gust of wind swept through.

Broken glass was scattered all over the place, and the liquor from the wine bottle that was turned over stained the velvet blanket.

Jibril was lying in the chair decadently, his pale face twisted with anger.

"This is no joke, Jibril."

"Look at you, what kind of style do you have?"

In the front screen, all the men looked at Jibril with obvious contempt.

"However, hey, this time, it's really hard to let people put it together!"

"What exactly is Zaft's weapon?"

The men ignored Jibril's silence and talked sarcastically to each other there.

"I shouted out the declaration of war in high spirits, but I got punched in the face and left the stage sadly? Isn't the script you wrote a farce?"

Hearing a series of ruthless criticism, Jibril clutched the arm of the chair tightly.

It shouldn't be like this, it should be settled in one go at the same time as the war - this is the script originally conceived by Gibril.

That's why he encouraged the three-inch tongue, and made the Atlantic Federation reluctant, but still agreed to cooperate.

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

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

but now-

"This time, that kid from the Atlantic Federation has fallen very hard."

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

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

While advancing into the colony, the combined ground forces also acted at the same time and surrounded Chuckantalia and Gibraltar.

According to the plan, when the nuclear bomb was fired at the colony, those troops would also simultaneously crusade against the remnants of the earth. Unexpectedly, the first stage failed and they lost the opportunity to attack the second stage.

The ground troops had no choice but to wait for the next order.

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

The men continued to chat and laugh like a mockery.

Someone glanced at Jibril.

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

"Should we find a way to find someone to take charge? - Jibril, how about you?"

The implied meaning of this sentence sent a chill down the back of Ringbrill's spine.

For the men on the screen, it was nothing to pull him down from the throne of blue cosmos.

Because they are the real mastermind behind the world - a representative of the organization called LOGOS.

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

However, everything is the fault of those adjusters.

I don't know what magic they used, UU reading www. uukanshu. com can actually make all our nuclear bombs ineffective!

Being so clever and putting yourself in such a humiliating predicament is all caused by those cosmic monsters!

The terror of losing power was replaced by this restless 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 audacity, those people silenced for the time being, giving Jibril the opportunity 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?"

As for that mysterious weapon, they haven't received any information yet. They only know that it not only destroyed the nuclear bomb that had been launched, but also detonated the one stored in the warship warehouse. There was no direct contact between the two from beginning to end.

In other words, those people are now even free to detonate nuclear matter on Earth, wouldn't this be a nightmare threat to those who live on the surface?

"We're going to keep fighting! Go back to the previous plan—no! It should be more intensified!"

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

As if he was agitating the people in front of him, Jibril howled: "This time, I will definitely beat them down and completely deprive them of their strength, or I will never give up!"

How could this humiliation not be reported—!

In Jibril's mind, hatred for the enemy has long surpassed calm calculations.