"Do you know where Atlantis is?"
Namor's eyes were full of anticipation, hoping that finding Atlantis would unravel the mystery of his origins.
Allen propped up his chin with one hand and said seriously, "You should ask Diana of Themyscira. She ought to know a way."
"Please take me to Themyscira."
"I don't know the way."
He said he didn't know the way with such a straight face, as though he knew the place well.
The veins on Namor's forehead bulged in anger, as if he had realized he was being toyed with.
The others nearby were completely bewildered.
Atlantis, Themyscira... why not add the dark side of the moon while they were at it?
One was a continent supposedly sunk in history.
The other was a place from Greek mythology.
A lunatic was fooling an amnesiac patient. Both of them had something seriously wrong with their heads.
"Pirate King, take your time remembering. It's not as though Atlantis can run away."
Allen slung an arm around Namor's shoulder and waggled his eyebrows. "Think about it. You somehow ended up on land, so there has to be a conspiracy behind it. If you go home now, wouldn't that be walking straight into a trap?"
"That actually makes sense."
Namor was left dazed by his words. What choice did he have? He had amnesia.
He temporarily gave up on searching for Atlantis. More importantly, the city was in the ocean, and mankind had yet to conquer the vast sea. Even submarines could not navigate waters under extreme pressure.
They cleaned up the battlefield and entered a period of rest and reorganization.
Taking Bethel City was undoubtedly good news for the Allied forces.
At the very least, it could cut off enemy supply routes to several battlefields, or force supplies to take