"Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle—"
Countless bubbles rose inside the container like boiling water, conveniently obscuring some of the girl's sensitive areas.
"Bishop, I don't understand. Why did you agree to his conditions? What he proposed would force us to almost completely redraw our plan. Restarting the plan later would take some time."
What were they talking about? The girl had no idea. To this newborn [life], everything was unknown. At that moment, the girl had only one wish—to survive. The instinct of a living being urged her to stay alive.
"Don't worry, Amber. This is only one part of my plan. I already took certain variables into consideration for the Sirin Project. Pausing and delaying the Sirin Project is still within the plan's tolerable limits."
Otto opened a cabinet and took out a tube of mysterious red liquid.
As long as I have this, even a god—
"Bishop, it's Durandal's call."
Given Bianca's personality, it was somewhat unusual for her to contact Otto on her own. However, judging from the task Otto had given her, something had probably happened on Feng Chen's side again.
"What is it, Durandal? Is something happening on Feng Chen's side?"
The voice on the other end sounded somewhat impatient, with a hint of a headache as well.
"Something like that... The four of them started fighting. I was afraid they'd tear the apartment apart, so I threw them out without permission. But I felt that making such a decision on my own wasn't quite right, so I'm only telling you about it. And then..."
And then? Otto knew Bianca wasn't the sort of person who reported minor matters, so whatever came after those words was certain to cause him trouble.
"The four of them are missing."
"Bang!"
Otto immediately cut off the call and ran to