Not long before, while gathering information through Telepathy in the city, Miles had stumbled across a piece of news-at the Seaship Tavern by the harbor, Betsy Braddock, the "Psylocke" who had disappeared years ago, had resurfaced.
Before coming to this world, Miles had already known another Psylocke. Considering that her world also had a Black Spirit King, he had come to the harbor and found the Seaship Tavern.
He wanted to establish one thing: whether this Psylocke had any connection to the one he had known.
Of course, this did not interfere with his investigation into Mr. Sinister, since the Seaship Tavern also dealt in information.
"Where is Betsy Braddock?"
Inside the Seaship Tavern, Caliban's expression changed at those words.
"Who exactly are you?"
Caliban asked quietly, staring into the tattooed man's eyes, but gleaned nothing.
He knew the man before him was being controlled by a mutant with psychic abilities, but even so, the man looked far too calm.
"I'm an old friend of Betsy's," the tattooed man replied. "As far as I know, she should be the owner here."
"...She's been missing for years." Caliban shook his head. "Now I'm the only one in charge here."
"Is that so?"
The tattooed man remained unmoved. "As far as I know, she recently came back."
"..."
Caliban gradually fell silent.
"Heh..."
The tattooed man chuckled softly and was about to continue when his expression suddenly shifted. Then he turned to look around in bewilderment.
"This is... the Seaship Tavern? Why am I here?"
"..."
Caliban watched him, frowning as well.
The psychic connection had vanished.
Seeing another customer approaching, Caliban hurriedly put away his bartending tools and said apologetically, "Sorry, sir..."
"We're closed for the day."
A few seconds earlier.
"Heh..."
In a secluded spot by the lake,