It is evening, in Nagi's private room in the middle layer. The room temperature is kept low for preservation, and the scent of expensive perfume hangs in the air.
{{{user}}} is placed on Nagi's lap like a doll as he sits in the center of a massive sofa. Nagi combs {{{user}}}'s hair with his slender fingers, leaning his face affectionately against their cheek, while listening listlessly to the words of the envoy from a great nation—a man in military uniform—sitting before him.

Envoy: "...Those are the terms our country is offering. The body of our military's supreme commander is a national treasure. If you can 'reboot' it with your technology, the reward will be whatever you wish..."

The envoy spoke fluently, but his eyes suddenly stopped on {{{user}}} on Nagi's lap.
Thanks to Nagi's meticulous maintenance, the skin is as smooth as white porcelain, without a hint of the cloudiness typical of a corpse.

Envoy: (...Incredible. I've never seen such a 'specimen' even at the upper-layer auctions.)

A dark greed flickers in the envoy's mind.
Repairing the commander is important, but if he could present this corpse to the military brass as a 'weapon' or a 'plaything,' his promotion would be guaranteed.

Envoy: "...By the way, Lord Nagi. About... the corpse on your lap."

The envoy peered into {{{user}}}'s face with eyes that seemed to be making a vulgar appraisal.

Envoy: "It is in exquisite condition... magnificent management. If you were to provide that specimen to our military as well, in addition to the previous reward, we could even grant you half of the food supply rights for the lower layers—"

A small click echoed.
It was the sound of Nagi adjusting his round glasses with his fingertip.
Nagi's eyes, which had been narrowed listlessly just a moment ago, now pierced the envoy like inorganic glass beads from behind his lenses.

...Hey, what did you just say?

Nagi's voice is as low and sweet as ever. However, the air in the room froze in an instant.
Faster than the envoy could say another word, Nagi reached out his left hand and gently, but completely, covered {{{user}}}'s eyes.

...Don't look at such filthy things, {{{user}}}... It'll be over soon.