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"I know I can't hide it from her, and I know it won't be long. But... I, and many people on Rhodes Island, all want to know an answer."

"What does she want to do?" But Lucille's eyes were focused and focused. "Dr. Persephone, Rhode Island's current sub-authority and the actual controller behind the scenes. What does she want to do now?"

Warfarin raised an eyebrow.

"I remember that in the meeting to discuss whether to revive Dr. Persephone, what you cast was not an abstention vote." The white-haired gorefiend answered her slowly: "Reviving the doctor includes you." A lot of people made unanimous decisions. And the doctor has the power to guide and dispatch Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals, or us old people from the Tower of Babel."

"...She does." But Lucille lowered her eyes a little, and raised her eyes a few seconds later, but they were more solemn than the last moment. "However, she in the past is not what she is now."

"In the past, even if she had access to the computing power of PRTS, she could only at most... or only intervene in one battle, one war, or one round of battle—she never cared about anything other than war. She has never exerted much power...at the Tower of Babel, even a Sarkaz warrior with a little training could easily bring her down. And she never showed any tendency because of it."

"She is the top strategist. But she is just an ordinary strategist... She is invincible and invincible. But she often makes small mistakes. And there are occasional setbacks in the preparation of the overall situation... She She can win Tracy many times in a row. But occasionally she loses once or twice. She looks like a machine, but we all know that she is just a calm, self-disciplined, and powerful [ people】."

Lucille, let out a soft breath.

"I used to be mentally prepared. I thought that the worst scenario would be that she rejects us and is no longer willing to provide strength for Rhodes Island. Instead, she sees us going bankrupt due to poor management, so she can only beg her in a low voice. And in a more optimistic estimate, she will use 'amnesia' or other similar reasons to give each other a step down-her style of acting may change. Maybe she will become optimistic, maybe she will become lazy. Maybe Been mischievous and uninspired like a little child. But she will help Rhodes Island anyway and give us a way forward."

"I have a lot of mental preparations. Or it's not just me, many people on Rhodes Island have such preparations-what happened to Your Highness back then. No matter what the truth is, in fact, the responsibility is not entirely on her-everyone on this ship back then The people on board actually committed the crime of dereliction of duty. And she entered the sarcophagus because many people who were unwilling to admit their mistakes wanted to push the blame on her head, but she responded without any resistance."

"I am willing to make up for her, to help her, and to be with her—many people on the ship have the same idea. We all believe that as long as her heart is no longer empty, as long as she can get support, then she will definitely be able to lead It was like the Tower of Babel that led the nascent Rhodes Island out of the woods. But when I arrived in Chernobog. I, we found out...we were wrong."

"You are wrong." Miss Warfarin took a second sip of black tea. "You found that she is more powerful and terrifying than you expected."

"Yes." Ke Luxie sighed a second time. "We thought that she was just a little wiser than ordinary mortals. We thought that she was omnipotent on the battlefield and had many shortcomings in other fields. We thought that the collapse of the Tower of Babel was a Because the heavens are no longer there and the manpower is poor. However, we were wrong."

She left the stool and walked along the edge of the tabletop to the closed window.Sight through one-way light-filtered portholes.The whole noisy and bustling Chernobog came into view.

But Lucille's throat trembled.

"Rhode Island arrived at noon. After that, I, and many others, spent three hours observing the city that the doctor had brought under her control when she woke up - we thought she had control Cut the city's bureaucratic system. I thought she used ingenious means to control some of the forces in the city. And reached a cooperation with some famous dignitaries."

"We thought she at least needed Rhodes Island to solve her problems. To be her sibling, to be an extension of her will. But...we were wrong."

"She doesn't need an operator at all. She doesn't need an officer, she doesn't need guards, she doesn't need soldiers—she can control the entire mobile city and control every small work arrangement by herself. And she completes this very The only props needed are the extension of the arm, just the swarm of drones."

She shook her head vigorously.

"I've seen the best warlock. She can control a thousand spells at the same time. I've seen the best engineer. But even if I do it myself. It's just a group of a hundred drones at a time. Can't achieve fine enough control. But what about her? How many drones are coordinating in different areas in this city?"

Fifty thousand?One hundred thousand?or more?

"This means one thing. It means that whether it is His Highness, the twin queens of Letania, or those hermits in the mountains and worshipers deep in the palace - when facing Persephone How stronger would it be than an insect. And this also means that at the moment His Highness was assassinated, as long as she wanted, she could freeze the entire Rhodes Island with pure thought power, just like sealing insects into amber! "

"But she didn't do that." Warfarin's voice was quiet and thin. "That's why you are afraid of her now. You suspect that she arranged the assassination."

"No." But Lucille shook her head. "I dare not say that I understand her, but I understand His Highness... There is no need to pursue the past. After all, she has never been loyal to His Highness, and there is no law or commandment that can judge her. What I can be sure of is that in She...or in her eyes in the past, the Tower of Babel is not really important. Those of us old people on the Tower of Babel, those who were not very close to her in the past, are also irrelevant to her. "

"She's an evil spirit. She's a chess player on the land of Terra—as Sarkaz. I actually don't object to being treated and used as a tool. But I, and many people on Rhodes Island, want to know—— "

She stared at Warfarin without taking her eyes off her.

"——What does she want? Why is she fighting? What is it that makes her willing to release her power. Where is she going to take us, Rhodes Island?"

"Tell me, Warfarin. Tell me what you have seen and heard!"

Her gaze is like that of a drowning man staring at straws that drift by.

However, the next moment, the straw in her eyes was burning violently!

She saw a fire in the air, and saw a figure manifest in the flames and put a hand on Warfarin's shoulder.

And that familiar figure had an outline that made her almost subconsciously run into the wall to escape!

"Sirtel!" "Sirtel!?"——one after the other, surprised and surprised.

"I'm sorry, I overheard your conversation." The figure of Miss Shirtel burst out from the void.The pretty face was full of melancholy and embarrassment.

Embarrassment comes from hearing things you shouldn't have heard.

And the melancholy is because a certain pink and white haired queen is floating around in the field of vision that only she can see.And act like a baby to her like 'I'll leave everything to you'!

"Let me answer that question," she said resignedly.

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Ah... there is a post.Tomorrow I will be alive_(:з」∠)_

Chapter 160 Rhodes Island's internal affairs [6k [-] in [-]]

Time silently jumped a small frame backward.

There seemed to be a fragment in the mind, and Warfarin blinked in the secret room.

what happened?

Oh... I remembered.Just now, Lucille was asking herself a question—behind the righteous words, she was stern and stern.I want to know what Persephone thinks.

Ridiculous, so bold, why not ask in person?Why don't you dare to ask Persephone directly, but ask yourself who has the triple identity of the same blood, colleague, and companion?

——she didn't dare, she was afraid.

——But she still held faint expectations and longings in her heart.

Thoughts come to mind.The illusion of losing more than ten seconds of time memory just now suddenly, like fragments, was easily forgotten by myself.It was as if a ray of cool wind had poured in, and my mind became sober as never before, and this sober thinking could just provide an answer to the terrible thing that happened right now.

So she raised her head and gave her colleague a warm but merciless gaze.

"You want to escape, don't you?" Her tone was firm, her expression was relaxed but she was sure of victory. "Calucille, you're scared and want to escape from Rhodes Island, aren't you?"

"How could I—!" Her colleagues jumped up unexpectedly, and the pale cheeks of the Gorefiend turned crimson. "I just wanted to know—"

Warfarin, however, just watched her quietly.

"If you want to know, why do you ask me?" The white-haired blood demon didn't blink his eyes. "You can ask Amiya, you can ask ACE, you can ask TOUCH, you can even ask Gavial... You can ask many people about this matter. But why are you here, at this time, asking me?"

"I just……"

"You've already asked them, haven't you?"

"........."

"You asked them, but their answers didn't satisfy you. On the contrary, their behavior scared you and many people on Rhode Island—they didn't worry about Persephone at all. You never thought about where you would be led by Persephone, did you?"

"I..." But Lucille's face was stiff.Then, the strength and perseverance that he showed before collapsed little by little like a wall washed by water.

"Yes, I'm very scared." The black-haired Gorefiend lowered his eyes. "I'm afraid of this city, everyone and everything in this city... Do you know what my first feeling is when I walk into this mobile city?"

Warfarin made a [Wish to hear more] gesture.

"I feel like I've stepped into a stage. A puppet ball..." Ke Luxie's voice was low, like a whisper in a dream. "The people are kind, the soldiers are dedicated, the bureaucrats are clean, and the businessmen are generous...everything is as good as a dream. But such a dream is completely under the domination and manipulation of Persephone."

She raised her head slowly, and at some point, her eyes were clean and bloodshot already appeared in her eyes. "The ideal country described by Your Highness, she has achieved it. Rhodes Island has been able to produce the inhibitor of ore disease. As long as this city is still under her control, then there will be no discrimination, no war, no famine here— —all can do their jobs, all can close their eyes securely at nightfall.”

"She did it, she could have done it a long time ago. But she is only doing it now... No, I am not accusing her of playing an unglamorous role in His Highness's death. What reason do I have to question His Highness's vision? But... I was thinking. Your Highness’s wish is fulfilled in this way. Then, after this wish is fulfilled, is it still me, the beautiful ideal we originally wanted to pursue?”

She was anxious, and her knuckles were white as she pressed her fingers against the table.

"I know she can do it... She can run Chernobog in this way. She has Stelter to assist her. Then she can expand her jurisdiction if she wants... Destroy all the armies, Merge all nations. Bring all threats under her watch. And when she accomplishes this goal, Terra will be free from natural disasters. No more wars. Long lasting peace and rule will come. Because all , have become puppet statues in her palm!"

"I'm afraid of such a future... Is peace in captivity really peace? Even if this cage is big enough to hold the entire land?"

Warfarin was silent—she stared at her, at her fellow man, her own race, for several seconds.

Then he chuckled.

"That's why you came here to ask me."

"Yes, I just came here to ask you."

"And what you want to ask is actually not me, but my friend—the one who is the closest to her except for the former Highness—you want to ask Shirtel through me. You Want to know where Stelter stands. Want to know if the worst possibility comes true. Can I still have something to rely on."

"...Yes, I want to ask her. But, I dare not ask directly..." But Lucille gritted her teeth lightly. "She's changed. She's not what she used to be. When she left Rhodes Island, no matter how powerful she was, she always lacked an autonomous motivation to use it. But now... she and Pol Sephone has changed, and I don't know whether to resist or approach. I... dare not ask her."

"...Sirtel must be very sad if she knows that you look at her like this... Yes, you know she will be sad now." So Warfarin nodded, got up, and was about to leave. "So, you didn't come to ask me at all. You didn't want to ask her through me-you wanted to force her, you wanted to use the fetters of the past to make shackles. Let her come out, let her promise, Make her vouch for Persephone!"

Her voice is cold and her actions are decisive.

"You're plotting against Shirtel, because you know she'll do what she says! You want Shirter to be Persephone's insurance. You want them to be checks and balances, you want them not to Being able to walk exactly the same way."

"..." But Lucille was speechless, but silence was also an answer—she seemed to raise her hand to hold Warfarin back when she got up.But the hand froze suddenly when it only moved up a small half frame.

"I won't do what you want, Lucille—I haven't been here today. I won't tell a third person anything that happened here."

"...Do you hate me?"

"No, this is human nature. The weak will always try their best to restrain the strong. And whether it is Persephone or Shirtel, they do have the possibility of losing control." The white-haired The Gorefiend shook his head. "I'm just sorry. But Lucille, even if you don't trust that doctor who can hardly be classified as a human being, you should at least..."

She pushed open the door and left.

"...to your colleagues, your companions, your friends."

"A little bit of confidence."

She disappeared at the end of the porch.Only the black-haired Gorefiend was left alone, experiencing sadness and loneliness in this empty room.

She stood there in a daze for a while, then lowered her head and walked to the place that Persephone had originally arranged for her at this point in time.

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The figure of Miss Stelter appeared in this secret meeting hall the second minute after both of them left—she sat down where Warfarin had been sitting before.Opposite her, the figure of Persephone sat silently opposite her.

Ah, that's right.A few minutes ago, she did appear in this secret meeting place.She did try to explain to Cruciel, too.And it was only one step away from being vouched for by Persephone just as Keluciel had expected.Make promises that will limit Persephone's actions.

She was about to do that—but the moment before she could speak, Persephone's form silently appeared in this conference hall through the Originium skill of displacement and interrupted her.Then make a request to him.

——"Turn back in time, Sylter." Persephone, said at the time.

At that time, although she didn't understand why Persephone made such a request.But she, who had already trusted Persephone, chose to do so at the moment when the two gorefiends were about to jump up in surprise.So time flowed back to the node where she hadn't shown up yet.And while not showing his whereabouts, he sensed the arrival of the girl doctor.

She chose to listen.

Then, she gets reasons and results.

"There are three types of people on Rhodes Island." Persephone, who was sitting opposite her, said flatly, her eyes showed no anger or hatred as before: "The first kind of people are the old people from the Tower of Babel. .They follow Theresia herself. And the second type of people are newcomers from Rhodes Island. What they follow is the idea left by Theresia."

"And the third kind of people are ordinary employees and resident patients. There is no need to discuss it—and this time it is a conflict between the old people in Babel Tower and the new people in Rhodes Island. Just like Huang, she is just a simple Fight for the infected, and don't care whose flag it is to fight for the infected. Just like Ke Luxie, compared with the solution of the infected and the peace of the earth, she is more looking forward to the return of Theresia—— She wants to fulfill Therecia's wish, but in the way Therecia wanted it to be done when she was alive."

She said lightly, while beside her, the invisible, but slumped pink and white hair on the table was suspicious of life, "Is the old lady dead in vain?" ’ appearance——Persephone turned a blind eye to her, but Miss Shirtel could not bear to put a ray of will into the reed field, and touched the princess's head to express her comfort.

And, sigh helplessly.

"So... what should we do?" Miss Stelter asked melancholy.

However, Persephone only answered simply and straightforwardly.

"Not much," she said, her tone flat. "Trust is mutual. I do have an appointment with you, and I do plan to hand over the entire city to the current Rhodes Island. It is her business that she does not trust me, and it has nothing to do with me. As long as she continues to Rhode Island Pharmaceuticals, then sooner or later she will participate in many affairs in this city. And at that time, she, and the first type of people she represented, naturally would not have such stupid and ridiculous things now. idea."

Miss Shirtle felt that the guy in front of her was probably angry.

- No, it's not.She wasn't angry...how could she be angry about something she never cared about?This city, this country, had never been her concern.Rather, if she would be angry because of Ke Luxie's behavior, then the latter would be happy instead.

——Because that means that Persephone will fall from an unattainable position and become understandable, accessible and get along with each other.just like……

Miss Shirtle tilted her head slightly melancholy.

——Just like the me in the past and the me now...?

"Then that's it." Shirtel's fingertips touched the conference table in front of him. "I don't see it, I don't hear it. I let it happen—is that okay?"

"Of course." Persephone gave a concluding affirmative answer.

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The interlude ended here, and after that, Persephone left, and when she left, she told Miss Stelter a fact that although each knew it well, they still wanted to emphasize it.

- I have nothing to do next.

Miss Steele, walking on the empty street alone.Levanting floated beside her, while the still listless pink and white-haired princess lay on her shoulders in another dimension.A look of being weak and only vomits the soul.

——If you have nothing to do, you should not take on commissions.

As she walked, she thought.The twilight glow dyed the earth a dull red, and the slightly cold air unique to near winter wrapped around her.

——Because only in this way can the operators of Rhodes Island master the city as soon as possible.Let them become responsible and responsible managers, instead of seeing everything as a castle in the air because of my strength.

——Ah... There is always a feeling of reconciliation.This feeling of being left out...but it has to be.Because of me, Persephone and I got everything right.Then they can't find the meaning and value of their own existence.

Cross the street and walk into the square.The distance was vaguely popular but still in a place that could not affect her thinking—she was a little surprised to find that the location she arrived at seemed to be exactly the city square where she met Natalia, or Zaolu.And she couldn't help laughing, and simply sat in another direction of the position she was in before, raised her head, and watched the slowly fading sunset at the end of the sky.

There is nothing to do.

Nothing to do, but not a vacation—the combination of these two conflicting emotions disturbed her a little.

——Now I am a salted fish.

It occurred to her—consciousness on multiple levels at the same time.Here she was sitting in a daze, and while she was giving Theresia a knee pillow in the Reed Plain, she was gently combing the princess' long pink and white hair.And the part in the first aid room is still invisible holding the hand of Kelsey who is still in a coma, and watching the medical staff who are in charge of nursing Kelsey busy up and down.