Chapter 95 About Reunion
"Oh, so the supervisor has finally started hiring child laborers?"
In the main break room of the Disciplinary Department at Lobotomy Corporation, Camus, now reverting to a childlike state, was lifted up by someone holding his arms.
She was a tall, dark-haired woman, slightly older, who stood out somewhat from the other younger employees.
“Oh, that one,” the head of the disciplinary department, who had a cigarette in his mouth, also saw the child and introduced her, “this is Verlaine’s new guardian.”
"I see the power of time in you."
Camus stared into the purple eyes of the unknown woman, his feet dangling naturally in the air.
“I am Albert Camus, it is an honor to meet you, madam.”
If he hadn't been lifted up, he would have even wanted to shake hands with the older woman opposite him.
"Just call me Iori. You're much more polite than the brat I raised."
Downstairs, in the R&D department, an impolite brat sneezed, deeply regretting that he had been cursed by some idiot, and decided to trip him up later.
"But what are you doing here? Did your supervisor send you?"
Carly looked at the child who had inexplicably appeared in her department, somewhat puzzled.
"Mr. X asked me to see if I could turn back time for Paul and remove the ornament from the back of his head."
Otherwise, according to X, once the winged "abnormality" completes its full baptism, Verlaine will be transformed into a similar monster.
"Madam Minister, have you seen Paul?"
Camus, who had been put down by Iori, looked at Carly, who was also very tall.
"He should be..."
The red-haired woman scratched her head. She really hadn't seen him today. Where did he go?
"He went upstairs to see Rimbaud," eyewitness Iori provided.
Camus then bid farewell to the two ladies, as he needed to turn his time back before starting his work.
"Special abilities, what a mysterious technology."
The woman with long, straight black hair looked at the small figure receding into the distance with a sense of emotion.
“No,” Carly looked at her mentor and denied her claim, “it’s an innate ability.”
*
“Oh my, little Emily, your superpower seems to have undergone some remarkable changes.”
The theater owner suddenly appeared, looking at the somewhat uneasy Heathcliff with a probing expression.
"Long time no see, Mr. William."
A black-haired woman who brought her special abilities to the theater greeted her senior who had surpassed her own abilities.
"What's wrong with Heath?"
"I don't know if she looks like Emily, or if Emily looks like her," Catherine asked the middle-aged man, whose face was full of ill intent.
"I remember you only had this lady before?"
The blonde theater owner seemed lost in memories, her tone tinged with uncertainty.
"Yes, is there a problem?"
Emily and William are quite far apart in age, and their superpower systems are completely different, so she hasn't really had much contact with him.
In their family, it was always the eldest sister who dealt with these people.
"Um... this one, Heath?"
This master of illusion magic suddenly started calling out the nickname for his special ability.
"Don't call me that, I am Heathcliff."
Heathcliff felt terrible after being called that by a strange man.
“Heathcliff!” Shakespeare’s voice suddenly turned serious.
"oh oh!"
This made Heathcliff stand even straighter.
“Do you know someone this tall?” He gestured, indicating a height of about 1.6 meters, “a blonde lady who’s very loud and boisterous, and her name is…”
Don Quixote!
"Don Quixote".
The two voices combined, and Heathcliff was somewhat excited; the description immediately confirmed it was of the little girl.
Well, she might not really be a little girl.
"Have you seen her somewhere before? Was she alone, or was there someone else with her?"
Heathcliff couldn't help but take a few steps forward; after all, this was a hard-won clue related to his companion.
“Heath…”
Catherine's voice came from behind, but her tone was unreadable.
His earlier excitement was instantly dampened, as if doused with cold water. Heathcliff immediately calmed down.
Yes, he went to find his companions, but what about Cathy?
Emily, on the other hand, remained silent and observed everything. She was an enlightened master who would not interfere with the relationship between her supernatural abilities.
Rather, her supernatural ability is actually only for Wuthering Heights; the building itself is the main focus, while Catherine and Heathcliff are more like tenants staying there.
She observes events from a god-like perspective, only getting involved herself when things interest her most.
How interesting! Role-playing, and their appearance makes them the perfect male and female protagonists.
“Mr. William,” Emily asked, “where is the lady you mentioned near?”
"I'm a little curious, why does my special ability allow me to recognize people from the outside world?"
Shakespeare looked at the little girl who hadn't left the manor for a long time:
"Don't you know?"
"Um?"
The black-haired otaku tilted her head strangely; what did she know?
"How long has it been since you went out?"
"A year...?"
Emily pondered the date of her last visit to the clock tower attendant to see Lady Christie, and gave an uncertain answer.
That makes sense; she was completely isolated from the world.
"You're going to Japan? What are you going there for?"
The duchess, who commanded the clock tower attendants, frowned as she looked at the strange group before her.
Why did Shakespeare end up with the second daughter of the Brontë family?
How strange. I'll take another look. It's still so strange.
One was dressed extravagantly, while the other adhered to her family's traditions, wearing a very conservative long dress.
“Ms. Agatha,” the unserious man suddenly became serious, “I have to go and discuss a business deal.”
"A business deal involving energy."
*
The manager, who was overwhelmed with work, suddenly received a visitor's request.
"Shakespeare, who is that?"
He didn't take his eyes off the monitor screen while he was speaking.
Piercing Paradise is lurking there, ready to pounce. If he dares to lose focus, the company will explode today.
The Silent Orchestra declared, "You can't look even if you want to! Look at me! Look at me! I'm about to start playing!"
It's music time now.
Piercing Paradise is going to cause trouble! It's going to cause trouble! Why should we look at it and not me?!
The loss of employees in a short period of time has raised serious concerns among the members of the Cultural Heritage Protection Association.
As soon as the level two alarm sounded, the big bird came out carrying a lantern and, with a few laughs, bit off the head of an unlucky fellow.
The Queen of Abominations heard the commotion and tried to help her supervisor with the mess, but then she herself became part of the mess.
His Dao Heart shattered after taking only two steps outside, and he is currently opening his mouth to charge up a powerful beam.
The Little Red Riding Hood mercenary gladly accepted the one-click follow service and strolled past the door of a big-bellied wolf with an innocent-looking face.
"Wow!" This was Adam, who loved watching the drama unfold.
"It's all over." This was the manager's thought after a complete and utter defeat.
The disheartened manager pressed "Start the day anew".
"What did you just say, Angela?"
During the rewind, X looked back at the secretary who seemed to have just spoken.
Angela knew that X hadn't heard anything at all, and couldn't help but sigh.
"As I just said, Mr. Shakespeare wants to visit you."
“Shakespeare… ah, the English one.”
"Yes, it's him. I'm glad you still remember."
It's really not easy. X, whose memory is barely better than a goldfish, still remembers that person.
What's he doing here?
"It seems to be about a mutation of supernatural abilities."
"Oh! Sir, I just saw Heathcliff..."
Today, I went back to Rahman, but Don Quixote, who was leading the team, suddenly flung open the door to the monitoring room. Before he could finish speaking, he was so frightened by Angela's death stare that he swallowed his words back.
Angela planned to take the reckless employee outside the office for a last-minute retraining session on the employee code of conduct.
Poor Don Quixote shrank back, looking even smaller next to Angela, who was already taller than him and wearing high heels.
Just as the poor blonde girl was reluctant to leave, looking back every few steps, the manager bravely appeared and stopped the secretary from oppressing the poor employee!
"Heathcliff? Where did you see him?"
X Teng suddenly stood up, but he hadn't forgotten his work. So the incredibly wise supervisor quickly pushed the onlookers back into their seats.
After briefly telling Angela, he ran off in a flash.
The bystanders, forced to cover for Angela, stared blankly as she closed the door to the monitoring room.
“Don’t look at me like that.” Angela remained unmoved.
"Please arrange your work for today."
Adam, who was just watching the drama unfold, asked: Is that right?
That's absolutely right!
What is this? Two personality cards combined into one sinner?
Synthesize the Great Hiss?
Shakespeare, along with Emily and her two humanoid superpowers, waited on the ground.
Not long after, even earlier than the aloof secretary, a blonde girl returned from outside.
She was humming a strange song and seemed to be in an extremely good mood.
Then she saw Heathcliff sitting next to Catherine.
Don Quixote rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and after realizing it wasn't his imagination, he ran away in a flash.
Heathcliff had already stood up, intending to greet his long-unseen colleague.
The other party then vanished in a flash, not even giving him a chance to speak.
"Is this Heath's companion?" Catherine asked, watching Don Quixote's disappearing figure.
"Ah, yes."
It's like she's running away as if someone is spraying water at her from behind.
"This is the girl I told you about before. So you two know each other."
"Lord Heathcliff! Look what I brought you!"
In less than a minute, the girl's voice came from afar.
Shakespeare then encountered a fairy who seemed to have had his life force drained.
Well, if he had seen X at this age when he was a kid, he probably would have lost all his fantasies. He would just be a corporate slave who was about to die from overwork!
"Ah! Your head! Your head!"
Even before Shakespeare spoke out, it was Heathcliff, that big boy who jumped up, truly jumped up.
What happened to Mr. X's head?
Shakespeare was puzzled by Heathcliff's confusing remarks when he saw X, who surprised him even more.
"Two Catherines?!"
The dark-skinned Sin No. 7 was about to pat X on the head to see if it was an illusion.
"My lord Heathcliff! This is extremely rude of you to pat the manager on the head!"
"No...it's not a head! The clock head has a head!!"
"Hmph, making a fuss over nothing."
The blonde girl looked at him with an expression of utter disbelief, which instantly ignited a nameless rage in Heathcliff.
Yeah, there's no distance between them at all, he's about to beat her up right now!
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Author's Note: I came up with a really weird idea! Damn it, why do I have so many ideas? This means my pre-orders are going to increase again! [Chin resting on hand][Chin resting on hand]
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