Everyone on the swaying bus looked a little drowsy. Natasha had already fallen asleep, Batman rested with his eyes half-closed, and Bale-Batman tried hard to figure out what that strange phenomenon just now had been, but the more he thought about it, the sleepier he became.
In the control room of Schiller's Mind Tower, Superego looked at the steadily declining mental stability gauge and let out a deep sigh.
"I suddenly remembered why we didn't let Pathological out back then. When it comes to not caring for his body, he's probably ten thousand times worse than Pride."
Superego rubbed his temples with a headache, flipped through the list of personality traits capable of working, and finally called toward the door, "Pride! Pride! Go to work!"
Pride, leaning against the railing of the atrium outside, said irritably, "I told you that hole was a perfectly good route. You all insisted on extending the elevator down there. Happy now?"
"If you won't go, I will." Greed opened his mouth, craned his neck upward, and said, "That bus looks pretty good. The magic academy happens to need a school bus..."
"Pride! Go, now!"
When Schiller opened his eyes again, he found Batman staring at him.
"Morning, Doctor."
"Morning, Batman."
Schiller looked down and found that he was still wearing the dark brown suit he had acquired at Nihrelet Manor. He instinctively frowned, and Batman handed him a black tie.
Schiller immediately untied the brightly colored tie around his neck. The instant he took the tie Batman offered, he froze.
The tie was too light. Where had the four-pound camera on it gone?
Schiller looked back at Batman, who answered as though they shared the same thought. "The electronic signals from all my equipment are being disrupted here. All communication and surveillance devices have