In the Time Variance Authority office, Schiller leaned back in his chair, yawned, stretched, and said, "I'm going back to rest for a while. Don't call me unless it's important."
Strange waved him off, signaling him to leave quickly. He was absorbed in reviewing the Little Sorcerers' homework that Wong, Kamar-Taj's head steward, had sent over, and had no time to bother with Schiller for the moment.
Strange was not worried that Schiller would run off. He had sealed off the space around the Time Variance Authority, so Schiller could not open a portal here, and any other means of teleportation would be detected by him.
Strange believed that while Schiller might flee, his base could not. Schiller, however, intended to abandon the base altogether.
Moving was indeed a bit troublesome, but Schiller had a capable helper: Professor Charles, who was sailing the Underworld Ship through the dream world.
Standing at the bow, Charles smiled helplessly. Once the ship had come to a complete stop, he disembarked, embraced Schiller, and said, "So the day has finally come. Honestly, it's later than I expected. I thought you would have run out of patience long ago."
"A good meal is worth the wait." Schiller looked quite pleased as well. He said, "I actually think it's a little early. I still prefer being a psychologist, but it can't be helped."
By then, Jörmungandr had already coiled itself around the ship's mast, propping itself up with its tail as it shouted, "Set sail! Hurry up and set sail! I don't want to stay here for another second!"
Charles patted Schiller on the shoulder and asked, "How many of you are going this time? Who will be coming?"
"You may not know the people involved this time." Schiller walked aboard with Charles as he said,