Vanessa looked bewildered.
An autopsy?
An autopsy on what? How had they suddenly ended up dissecting a corpse?
She was about to step forward when she suddenly felt someone tugging at her clothes.
She turned to see Elsa, who whispered with a flushed face, "Don't look."
"Huh? Don't look at what?"
"That's my corpse. Dorothea is dissecting me. Y-you shouldn't look. It's so embarrassing..."
Only then did Vanessa notice that the naked female corpse on the dissection table looked vaguely familiar.
White hair, a bullet mark at the temple...
"Hiss..."
Vanessa sucked in a sharp breath.
"W-why are you dissecting her? Did you ask her opinion?!" Vanessa said incoherently.
Elsa's corpse was a vessel the Lord occasionally controlled and descended into.
Although she did not know what the Lord wanted to do, what they were doing could very well disrupt the Lord's plans!
Elsa's half-dissected corpse suddenly turned her head. "I have no objections."
Vanessa: "..."
Dorothea: "..."
Elsa: "..."
The three fell silent for a moment, then turned their heads away in unspoken agreement.
Wasn't this a little too uncanny?!
They had always pretended not to notice anything involving the Great Being's descent.
Do not listen, do not look, do not ask, do not try to understand.
Even an inadvertent murmur from a Great Being could drive someone mad. Sacrifice was the only safe means of contact; this was a warning found in every supernatural tome.
Whatever their Lord did, there was a deeper meaning behind it.
Even Elsa herself had said nothing about the Great Being's ability to control corpses.
After all, the Great Being had given her the power of resurrection and even a new body. There did not seem to be much to complain about if her old body was put to use. But the sight