Even from a distance, it was evident that Ishmael was gazing down at her own reflection in the water.
I rested my wandering feet and decided to watch her for a moment.
I… wanted to see what Ishmael was looking at. Together.
We've been through similar long periods of inactivity before, but boredom isn't something one could easily get used to.
I suppose it became a part of my job to listen to the Sinners complain about the slow pace of our travel.
Our wait in the Lake grows ever longer. One by one, the Sinners begin succumbing to the tedium.
Then Heathcliff suddenly and anxiously calls over to Vergilius…
<Huh, you're right… From what we found out about the WARP trains through the Identities, I can't imagine why any of them would ever willingly board this train…>
- Shorthand for "Extermination of Geometrical Organ".〔sic〕 (Idk what this means?)
- Seems to be a byproduct of the Enkephalin generation once done by the now-collapsed L Corp.
🔮: Wow, and look at you! Isn't that a fascinating head there? A popular model these days, I suppose?
⏰: <No, this isn't that kind of…>
🔮: It's not of my interest, though.
Rodya ignored the Assistant's question and turned around to leave the hideout, wearing a dark expression—something I had never seen from her before. The Assistant shrugged, and we were about to leave the hideout as well… but the Yurodiviye Captain stopped us.
Returning to the bus, I sense an uneasiness in the air. It looks like Vergilius isn't going to let today's incident go unpunished. Buena suerte, Don Quixote…!
Four Syndicates that jointly bid on the casino will be playing in this game of chance…
Of the four… We will be using the name of the infamous…
⏰: <Tingtang Gang?>
<I've been thinking the same thing about myself, actually. That I might've been relying too much on that… perfect Faust.>
<But even without 'Faust', you still gave us good directions to follow after analyzing the information we brought you.>