Chapter 110: Repairing the mask, the excited Nnoitra ()

Nel and the others were not far from Las Noches.

Coming out of Las Noches, Lin Que traveled slowly along the way.

Before three minutes had passed, he saw three figures running in the desert.

"Nel."

Without any intention of dragging things out or playing along, Lin Que waved directly at the small figure in the lead.

"Come over here, I have something to ask you."

"Eh?"

Wearing gray-green coarse cloth clothes, the petite figure running barefoot on the desert paused slightly, changed direction, and ran toward Lin Que.

Ten seconds later, bringing the two Arrancars behind her to Lin Que, Nel tilted her head and looked at him with confusion.

"Who are you? How do you know Nel's name?"

"As for me... I'm a friend of the Lord of Las Noches, you can call me Lin Que."

"Four nine zero"

Tapping his finger on the Arrancar mask on top of Nel's head, Lin Que replied with a smile: "As for why I know your name, it's because I knew you before you lost your memory."

"Before I lost my memory?"

Nel, feeling a bit uncomfortable, covered the top of her head to prevent Lin Que from tapping the mask again, and asked curiously.

"Has Nel lost her memory?"

"Yes, you have."

"The you from before was very powerful."

Lin Que glanced at the two Arrancars behind Nel.

"If you don't believe me, you can ask them."

"Pesche? Dondochakka?"

Hearing Lin Que's words, Nel looked curiously behind her at the two relatives who had been by her North North North Side since the beginning of her memory.

"Has Nel lost her memory?"

"This..."

Facing Nel's question, Pesche and Dondochakka became somewhat flustered.

As Nel's former Fracciones, they naturally knew exactly what Nel's situation was.

If they could, they didn't want to tell Nel about these memories that might make her feel painful.

"Are you sure you still want to hide it?"

Just as these two Fracciones of Nel were in a dilemma, Lin Que's voice came again.

"I can repair her mask and let her regain her power."

"If you still choose to hide it, you will make her miss this opportunity."

"Repair Lord Nel's mask?!"

Pesche, who had the most say among the two Fracciones, widened his eyes and looked at Lin Que in surprise.

"Are you telling the truth!"

"Of course it's true."

Lin Que flipped his palm, revealing the Hogyoku in his hand.

"Even if you don't believe my words, you should at least believe in the power of this thing."

"The Hogyoku?!"

Pesche looked at Lin Que in disbelief: "How is this thing in your hands? Isn't it..."

"I said it before, I am a friend of the Lord of Las Noches."

Stuffing the Hogyoku into the hands of the curious Nel, Lin Que looked at the two Fracciones again.

"How about it? Do you believe me now?"

Pesche nodded: "I believe."

Since the Hogyoku was already out, there was no point in not believing.

"Since you believe, then do as I say."

Lin Que ordered calmly: "The Hogyoku can help the holder achieve their deepest goals."

"If you want Nel to repair her mask, tell her about things from before she lost her memory."

"As long as Nel's desire to regain her power and memories is sparked, the power of the Hogyoku will facilitate the achievement of this idea."

"......I understand."

Although he didn't know what Lin Que's purpose for finding Nel was, Pesche didn't want to miss this good opportunity.

Letting Nel repair her mask and regain her former power was the most important thing.

Looking at the carefree petite figure in front of him, Pesche took a deep breath and spoke.

"Nel... Lord Nel, please stop for a moment."

"What I am about to say next concerns some things from before you lost your memory, please listen carefully."

Nel tilted her head: "Okay~"

Las Noches, conference room.

The huge iron doors were pushed open from the outside, and eleven figures of different heights walked in.

"Why the sudden assembly?"

Barragan, walking at the very front, glanced at Gin Ichimaru, who was leading the way, and asked.

"Could it be that Aizen's plan has changed and he's preparing to start the general offensive early?"

"Unfortunately, that is not the case."

Recalling the figure he had seen earlier, a flash of wariness crossed Gin Ichimaru's eyes.

"A guest of Lord Aizen has arrived, and he wants you all to get to know him, to avoid unnecessary conflicts. ......... "

"A guest of Aizen?"

Barragan's body paused, and he finally noticed something wrong.

In the conference room, which should have only had eleven seats, an extra seat had appeared at some point.

And the position of this new seat was right next to the main seat where Aizen usually sat, parallel to it.

What this represented went without saying.

"Has everyone arrived?"

Just as the other Espadas were also noticing something wrong, Aizen's voice suddenly came from the front.

Under everyone's gaze, Aizen, accompanied by Kaname Tosen, walked in from another entrance to the conference room.

"Long time no see, everyone."

Sitting in his seat, Aizen looked calmly at the Espadas who were taking their places one after another.

"Regarding my purpose today, Gin has already told you."

"I hope you will all commit the person you are about to see to the deepest part of your souls."

"To see him is to see me; you must not offend him."

"So where is your guest?"

Barragan, whose eyes had been searching left and right, pointed out the key point: "Even you have arrived, so why hasn't the main guest arrived yet?"

"As for him..."

Aizen, who was about to say something, looked up toward the entrance in front: "He has already arrived."

Arrived?

Hearing Aizen's words, everyone present, including Gin Ichimaru and Kaname Tosen, looked in the direction of his 1.7 gaze.

Under everyone's gaze, two figures walked in from the entrance one after the other.

"Looks like the timing is just right."

Lin Que looked around leisurely, his gaze finally settling on the Third Espada, Tier Halibel, on the front right.

"Not bad."

Very big.

Halibel: "???"

What's not bad?

Why does it feel like the tone of Lord Aizen's friend is weird?

Bang—!

Just as Halibel was secretly pondering the meaning of that sentence, a sound suddenly came from beside her.

Only to see Nnoitra, sitting on her left, bracing his hands on the conference table and rising to glare angrily at the figure behind Lin Que.