"So you deliberately gathered a whole shipload of sinners' souls for Schiller to execute, while you drew a sacrificial array beneath the hull to offer all those souls to the demons."
Oliver spoke as he thought it through, but he still felt somewhat lost. With so many threads tangled together, it was truly difficult to make sense of it all.
Schiller laughed. Leaning against the deck railing with both hands resting on top of it, he said, "You may not believe this, but Pride has a much better temper than I do. He can ignore seasickness for the time being, or simply avoid going to sea altogether. I can't."
"I might choose not to go, but you can't forbid me from going. Denying me passage requires paying an admission fee."
Oliver did not understand the logic at all. In his eyes, this new personality of Schiller's was even more unhinged, lacking even the most basic reasoning.
"You can divide this into three parts. First, regarding the sea, it was mainly the professors you know who were investigating it. The clues eventually led to the Great West Continent."
"After extensive investigation and speculation, I concluded that this ship was coming for me. But I didn't board it voluntarily, because I knew they would eventually lose their patience. Sure enough, I received an invitation. Batman's maritime monitoring equipment spotted the ship on its route toward the East Coast beforehand."
"At the same time, Gotham's social structure had reached the point where change was needed. The mob order was already on the verge of collapse, and those gang bosses who had once stood at the height of power were due to leave the stage."
"We had already planned to arrange a disaster to cut off their escape route. The Green arrived at just