Omer suddenly emerged from the screen and sat down on the computer chair. He looked at the Belstarmon waving towards him in front of the wilderness in the screen.

Look at the desktop time in the lower left corner of the screen.

21:40

It didn't take long, and it was even a few minutes before the coffee shop came to bring him coffee.

But he has given himself an extra job.

To shake up the inertia of the digital spirit by activating digital encryption techniques - this is really a dangerous job.

As long as you know that the setting of the digital code thing is something used by ancient species to challenge common sense (the evolution of ancient species may be low), even if a Digimon is evolved, it will only dilute the power through the medium.

You can know how dangerous the thing itself is.

The metaphor of a hammer knocking a squib is no exaggeration.

However, Baalmon

On the contrary, we can look forward to getting some information from him.

After all, unlike that witch lady, the noble king does not hesitate to contact and understand human beings, and his knowledge of the information about Yuechi's symbol is probably quite outrageous.

It's like the kind that as long as it's recorded in an electronic file, you can even dig out photos of someone else's bedwetting when they were kids.

If you think about it this way, you will soon be able to comment on Yuechi’s bedwetting photos with Miss Rudolf——

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"Hey, partner."

"?"

While Omo was thinking about tomorrow, the greeting on the screen made him turn around and look at the Belstamon standing in the wilderness looking at him with some doubts.

"Having a problem with degradation?" he asked.

As mentioned before, the evolution of Witchmon this time is different from the previous ones. It is an artificial evolution achieved by the dark data that Ormer smoothed out.

It just lacked a Tyrannosaurus machine to show off, and he had already completed the data transfer manually.

The advantage of this method of evolution is that it is easy to degenerate, but the disadvantage is that it is also easy to degenerate.

For Witchmon, this has only advantages. After all, she doesn't like to stay in the Ultimate Body for too long.

And Bellstarmon doesn't have to resort to self-mutilation to shake the data core in order to allow itself to degenerate smoothly.

But until now, Belstamon, who should have decided to degenerate long ago, is still standing there.

No wonder he thought he had a problem.

"No, it's just a misunderstanding that should be resolved in this form," the Witch Cowboy seemed to have made up her mind, "You can't use the form of Witchmon!"

This was obviously referring to the gunshot to the back of the head before. Omer suddenly understood the awkwardness of the other party along the way, and also understood the second half of the other party's sentence.

With Miss Witch's temperament, it is indeed not difficult to apologize. Although the temperament of the Ultimate Body is still somewhat residual, the quirky setting of Witchmon still affects her too much, making her act normal and a bit frivolous and lively.

In comparison, Bellstamon is like a mature elder sister who has grown up and is straightforward.

In order to maintain that image, I never want to show weakness.

"I'm sorry" can be easily said in the form of Witchmon, but for Bellstarmon, it is far more difficult than letting her fight.

And this is where Omo thinks Witchmon is better than Baalmon.

The character states of Witchmon and Belstarmon are very close to the growth process that a human being should have.

From the various possibilities of boyhood and girlhood, to a certain fixed aspect when growing up.

He is very familiar with this kind of communication.

Because of this, when the other party showed intention to apologize, he swallowed his habitual politeness.

Don't apologize or anything...

In fact, Omer could indeed guess that she would do that at that time, and her doing so also assisted Omer, increasing the weight of his words in a similar way as "one red face and one white face".

So Omer can indeed say that she doesn't have to apologize.

but……

"Okay, I'll listen, partner." He smiled gently, and did not use the title "ma'am".

Overcoming one's usual appearance and changing one's attitude is a challenge to rigid conventions for the Ultimate Digimon.

Like a fully mature adult.

With a fixed way of behavior and thinking circuit, after personal persistence, I am still determined to change myself.

An attempt is to overwrite past common sense with a new one.

"...Yes-" Bellstarmon gritted his teeth.

One sentence seems to build up strength.

And Omer looked at her patiently, with a bit of encouragement in his eyes.

"right…"

"sorry!"

"I received -" "Trainer, your coffee..."

"?"

Because the time was fixed, the teahouse believed that the trainer would not be frightened, and immediately opened the door.

Watching the scantily clad woman on the screen apologize to the trainer, the trainer looked satisfied.

Thoughts began a long voyage.
Chapter completed!