Is This Subway Open-Air?

"What? Gwen went to greet her? She's not allowed to go! Send her back!"

"What? Nora went too? Which part of Nora? Forget it, it doesn't matter. None of them are allowed to go!"

"Tata? What's he going for? No, nobody is allowed to go!"

Theus rubbed his temples. He finally understood it now—Castel had far too many legendary beings. Pull out just a few at random, and they could whisk Beatrice off to who knew where.

When Monica had gone over, he hadn't thought much of it. He had only felt that sending a doctor was a good idea. He never expected things to blow up this badly.

When these Banshees were reliable, they could barely be considered reliable. But when they weren't, they were guaranteed to be legendary-level unreliable.

If this kept up, Beatrice might not even make it to next year. Castel would let them play her to death.

Not to mention the heavyweight combination of Nora, Gwen, and Tata.

"Bring her over, right now. Don't let anyone else interfere. If necessary, I'll go find her myself!"

Theus was truly at his wit's end.

Thus, under the lord's adamant demand, Beatrice would head directly to the main cathedral.

"We'll take the subway!" Gaia and Zoe stood on either side of Beatrice, their wary gazes sweeping over everyone around them.

The two of them now clearly understood just how arduous this mission was...

"By the way, do you still feel like throwing up?" Zoe seemed to suddenly remember something and forced out a strained smile.

They had both witnessed the naval chase just now. Zoe herself had no confidence she could avoid that dense barrage of Polluted breath.

Beatrice had spat six times in a second just now, with frightening accuracy. Even while riding Monica, she had accurately