At the entrance, Heisenberg looked over the old, rust-covered rolling shutter door.
"Caliban sure had unusual tastes!"
Heisenberg commented with a smile.
"Our club was barely making ends meet, yet even our doors looked decent.
He was clearly raking in money every day, but his storefront was ridiculously low-key."
As he spoke, Heisenberg nodded.
"Caliban looked like he had potential in finance. He was very good at saving money!"
"Haha, Your Excellency, that was certainly a peculiar angle to consider."
Beside him, the White Queen smiled faintly and casually opened the door before them.
Beyond the door was a staircase leading underground.
Heisenberg took the lead. The three of them quickly crossed the corridor and arrived at Caliban's workplace.
The instant they stepped onto level ground,
a young woman in a pale purple ladies' suit suddenly emerged from the dim corridor ahead. Her black hair framed a valiant, striking figure.
"Hello, I'm... Psylocke!
Caliban is waiting for you!"
Facing Heisenberg and the others, Psylocke remained expressionless. She knew the three of them were powerful, but that was all she knew.
The Hellfire Club had been dormant for far too long—ten whole years.
Over those ten years, young mutants like her, who had only recently emerged, no longer recognized the once-famous White Queen.
Seeing Psylocke, the White Queen smiled elegantly and said,
"Psylocke, is it? A beautiful name. I imagine your Awakened ability must be equally magnificent!"
"Awakened ability?"
Psylocke, who had not intended to say much, was baffled by the White Queen's small talk.
She frowned and asked quietly,
"What kind of ability was that?"
"Hehe, young lady, why don't you lead the way first?
As for the awakening I mentioned, it is the key to the new era. It is you, it is me, and it is the true