Chapter 46

Looking at Shelley, who had already lost all life on the ground, Christie sighed once again.

UN, they're really a bunch of guys who are impossible to judge.

"Roland, could you please move Shelley back?"

As she spoke, Christie glanced at the group of people surrounding her.

"Gentlemen, the operation is over."

When the UN members surrounding Christie heard her words, they instantly relaxed.

Pu Songling was still engrossed in writing, but his steps had naturally led him toward the Nautilus. Behind him, Don Quixote's massive silver armor gradually dissipated, leaving Cervantes, with a slightly bewildered expression, to quickly catch up with Pu Songling, who had already walked away.

Barry, who was already floating in the sky, flew out like an arrow, and you could faintly hear him saying, "I'm going to help Exupé!"

On this side, Romain Rolland stepped forward and picked up Shelley's body.

At this moment, due to death, "Frankenstein" stopped operating, and the effect of "Lolita" was once again manifested—Romain Rolland was now holding only the head and part of the chest of a twelve-year-old girl.

Vladimir, who had followed along idly, looked at Shelley at this moment and sighed slightly, "Shelley really is... only quiet at times like this."

Romain Rolland, carrying Shelley and walking back, glanced at Vladimir, but ultimately said nothing.

On the other side, Christie looked at Dante, who was already lying on the ground, with a headache.

"Dante, can't you just walk back to the sarcophagus yourself?"

Dante, who had already closed his eyes, opened them weakly and said, "I have already helped you."

Christie remained silent and gestured towards Vargrave in the distance.

Wagrave received the order remotely and pushed the cart containing Dante's sarcophagus toward them.

Once Christie was certain that Vargrave understood her meaning, she spoke to Dante again.

"You've been stuck in that stone coffin for so long, don't you want to take a look around this time?"

“Me?” Dante squinted at Christie and said slowly, “No, it’s boring everywhere.”

"Isn't it boring to sleep?"

"At least you won't feel bored if you're sleeping."

Christie thought, "That's the answer I expected."

The answers to these questions were all obvious, so simple that they didn't even require any deliberate reasoning to arrive at. But for some reason, Christie still wanted to ask them again.

This might explain why some people describe her as having a "serious need for attention." After all, she always seems to find pleasure in the fact that her reasoning aligns with the truth.

Even though I always get it right, I'm still happy every time.

"That's the fun of reasoning."

A phrase she had heard before seemed to flash through her mind, but Christie didn't dwell on it.

This is just a mental stroll; there's no need to dwell on it anymore.

But seeing Dante lying back down again and sinking deeper, Christie felt she couldn't salvage the situation.

This kind of "meaningless" dialogue is a mental stroll, and Dante has placed at least three circles of roadblocks on the stroll path.

When Wagrave brought the sarcophagus over, Dante had already burned through a sewer pipe. When Christie and Wagrave looked down, Dante was soaking in water and constantly turning the water around him into ashes.

Well, it seems Dante's "Divine Comedy" can even boil water.

"Dante, the sarcophagus has been brought to you."

The ashes beneath Dante, who was idly soaking in the water (though strictly speaking, it couldn't really be called soaking), began to swirl, destroying the surrounding things while lifting Dante up.

Wagrave and Christie, who were standing at the edge of the pit, silently stepped back to make room.

Lifted by the ashes, Dante continued to destroy his surroundings and move forward. When he reached directly above the sarcophagus, the ashes instantly lost their momentum and dissipated into the air, turning into some genuine embers.

As for Dante himself... as he vanished into the ashes, he crashed directly into the coffin.

And because he lost momentum on one side of his body, causing him to lose balance and fall, Dante landed on his back against the edge of the sarcophagus when he crashed into it. However, Dante didn't even make a conscious movement; he fell into the sarcophagus like a mindless puppet.

At this moment, Dante is in a completely ergonomic posture inside the sarcophagus, and he doesn't seem to have any desire to change his position.

Wagrave, who had already lifted the coffin lid, looked at this scene and said, "...Shouldn't we wait for you to compose yourself before closing the coffin lid? You might get a stiff neck if you do that."

Sleeping like this would no longer be a problem like getting a stiff neck, but Vargrave decided to be more tactful.

Dante raised his eyelids and glanced at Vargrave, then shook himself slightly, regaining the serene expression and movements he had displayed when he first opened the coffin.

Wagrave then closed the sarcophagus lid with a complicated expression.

On the other hand, Christie, who also found Dante's personality hard to describe, didn't try to delve into the worldview of this guy who practically had the word "salted fish" written all over his face. Instead, she started contacting two absent UN members.

Exupéry and Stevenson.

There's no need to worry about Exupéry. Not only is he practically an undead bug, but Barry has already gone to provide support. With the combination of "The Little Prince" and "Neverland," a safe retreat shouldn't be a problem.

The more problematic one... is Stevenson's side.

Stevenson ran away when Shelley went berserk, and he wasn't seen when Romain Rolland and Vladimir came over. Now, no one knows where he has gone.

It was obvious, even to Vladimir, that Stevenson ran away because he didn't want to see Shelley get killed.

Christie, who had just killed Shelley, took out her communicator but was inexplicably reluctant to make the call.

How can a murderer personally deliver a death notice to the victim's family?

Although she could almost guess the ending of her conversation with Stevenson, Christie just didn't want to connect to the communication.

Without much hesitation, Christie decided to contact Verne first—and then have Verne contact Stevens, which would effectively avoid an awkward situation.

With that thought in mind, Christie naturally connected with Verne.

"This is Jules Verne, please speak."

Echo, breathing rate, tone of voice, emotion...

Several messages flashed through Christie's mind, causing her to momentarily forget about discussing serious matters with Verne.

"Verne, why are you on the observation deck?"

Or rather, Christie wanted to ask what Verne was lamenting.

Standing on the observation deck (nicknamed) of the Nautilus, Verne's face showed little change in expression.

"It's nothing, I was just looking at the scenery."

Looking out the window at the devastated city, the buildings torn to pieces, and the trenches covered in ashes.

All of this was caused by a superhuman going berserk.

What was a bustling neighborhood just half a day ago has been reduced to ruins for such a trivial reason.

Daniel Defoe, who had just entered, couldn't help but come over upon hearing this, looking out from the captain's cabin at the view, "Indeed..."

Verne sighed, "Yes, that's how many people spent so much..."

However, Defoe muttered faster than Verne.

"How much money would we have to pay if we didn't run away?"

Jules Verne: "...Defoe."

Defoe turned around: "What is it?"

"Remember to remind me not to use exclamations with you next time."