"It's so lively today! Uncle Mi!"

"Yes, Master."

"But there are so many people? Uncle Mi."

"Yes, Master."

"Why should we hold a festival when they are all crowded like this? Who do you think came up with such a bad idea? Uncle Mi?"

"Please forgive me, it's not me, Master."

"I remember, didn't I already plan three-dimensional transportation in Tokyo?"

"In the "Twin Horse Future Planning Manual", Tokyo will complete the overall three-dimensional urban plan ten years later. Does it need to be brought forward? Master?"

"Ten years later? After all, time flies so slowly. Sure enough, it's because there are too many people. The roads haven't been repaired yet. Why are there so many people in this poor place? Uncle Mi?"

"The [artificial virus] that modifies human fertility has completed preliminary gene sequence editing. According to the "Shuangma Future Planning Manual", this will be released into the ten most densely populated places in the world in three years. Please

Just be patient for a few more years, Master."

"Tell me, if a giant monster that spits fire suddenly appears in such a sea of ​​people... what will happen?"

"It will be very troublesome to deal with it afterwards. Please don't do that, Master."

"But whether it's population control or urban planning, it will have a very good advancement, right?"

"...I have to admit that it has some effects."

"Haha, right?"

"But, young master, please forgive me for making such remarks, and please think twice!"

"Ha, you finally raised your head."

Finally, under Xingke's endless nonsense, Uncle Mi finally had to lift his head from the computer screen for the sake of world peace.

"Mashiro was attracted by the crowd of people below and completely ignored me. But you were staring at the computer screen and waving your fingers from the beginning. I was almost bored to death,"

Uncle Mi took a deep breath, adjusted his glasses, and tried to calm himself down:

"I'm really sorry, Master. The current situation really doesn't allow me to stop my work. The coordination of the ceremony is really inseparable from my final confirmation.

You know, there are too many cutting-edge technologies disclosed in advance this time. For example, the ship you use as a tour boat is an aerospace battleship equipped with optical stealth, and those that are spinning in circles outside.

Every armed drone used to move things is a dangerous item that can kill a squadron of another country on the battlefield..."

"Huh? Are these drones military equipment? Why did I just see a little girl flying in the sky destroy two of them?"

"... In my humble opinion, this can only mean that the little girl flying in the sky is not an ordinary little girl, but a [Special Observation Subject? Alpha], codenamed: [Dragon Maid], a giant dragon in the form of a girl.

Because of that?"

To be honest, Uncle Mi was shocked when two drones suddenly lost contact just now. After all, they were military products that he had personally tested and could withstand 9.0mm rifle bullets.

"Really, isn't it just such a small toy? You still regard it as a treasure? When the interstellar colonization era comes, won't these things be just folk toys?"

Looking around with boredom at the aerospace battleship bridge that he asked to decorate into the interior of a luxury cruise ship, he complained that his secretary was really useless.

"If this thing is exposed, it will be exposed. Anyway, there are still a lot of good things in the high school compulsory course textbooks that I wrote, right? Scientific research strength snowballs, and it cannot be truly compensated by piracy in a short period of time.

Excessive hiding makes you look like a shady villain. That’s not okay. Shuangma is a formal enterprise..."

Glancing at the computer screen that started to vibrate due to unprocessed information, Uncle Mi thought for a while but didn't care. Instead, he calmly listened to Xingke's specious instructions and said:

"...I am very grateful for the teachings of the young master, but I may not have enough blessings and lifespan to see the era of the universe thousands of years later, right? If that time comes, if there is a chance, the young master must severely punish my bad behavior.

Descendants."

"Well, I promise you, you are an interesting and capable subordinate, so I hope that thousands or hundreds of years after your death, your N-generation descendants will be equally interesting and capable."

"Grateful……"

Although he agreed, Xingke had a look of disgust and disgust on his face.

Because Xingke really didn't know what kind of expression he could use other than this expression when his subordinates showed off his two advantages of "short life" and "having descendants" in front of him as if nothing had happened.

He even performed the old trick of "taking care of the orphan" at the end, and Xing Ji was really disgusted by him.

"Really, why do you feel like you are an orphan before you die? No, no, no, I still have a little one to take care of here, and I don't have time to take care of other people's children..."

He was talking nonsense, but it was actually because he saw Mashiro pushing a stroller towards him at that moment.

At this time, Uncle Mi was finally liberated and could finally start working happily again.

Hoshiki walked over to greet her, first looking at Kazuha who was already sleeping in the stroller, holding a kitten doll by its tail, and then asked Mashiro with a smile:

"Mashiro, is the scenery below still interesting?"

"I'm dizzy."

"Ah...this."

Although Mashiro's explanation was obviously insufficient, Hoshiki still understood the meaning:

"This ship has been moving in a circle around the same place. If you look at the scenery below for a long time, of course you will get dizzy.

I will ask Xiaoka to change the route..."

The reason why there is no pilot on the bridge of this ship except for a few standby maids and Xingke and others is because Xiaoka's ability can completely handle the automatic driving in non-combat situations.

"So-and-so, aren't we here to watch the concert?"

"yes?"

"but……"

Mashiro looked around twice and fully expressed what he meant even if he didn't finish his words.

"Well, I know, you want to talk about the stage, right?"

"...and singers."

"Ahem, actually I wanted to give it a try first, but I know that no matter what kind of surprise happens to you, Mashiro, your expression won't change, right?"

"Feel sorry."

"No need to apologize. I actually just want to organize a concert that everyone can see on this slightly special day."

“Ask the question, what is something that everyone can share equally and see every day?”

"The sun?"

"It's a pity...it's a little off, it's actually the sky!

The stage is actually always in front of you. This empty sky is all a stage!

I have actually done similar things before, but this time, it was not my magic that relied on, but the small toys that our Sakura Village used before..."

"Stereoscopic projection?"
Chapter completed!