Sasuga, Ainz-sama! (152) (Patreon)

Cu Chulainn realized he was in trouble when the very moment he had met Scáthach, his teacher and mentor, at the very beginning of the Singularity. That the matter somehow became even worse when he was then confronted by Nero, was par over the course of his luck. And it was not just the usual Nero, someone that is already a headache and a half, but some new, special version of Nero, that dresses just as scandalously.

He shuddered to imagine what would happen if the two Nero would meet…

But as bad as the situation was, Cu Chulainn was met with the sudden realization that it could get much, much worse. A realization he had when he crossed paths with the short, fragile girl in a red military jacket and with white hair gathered in a long braid. They had met coincidentally when they had crossed paths, and she froze in front of him with the look of a berserker ready to kill and, as expected, barked the most appropriate of phrases. “DID YOU WASH YOUR HANDS?!”

And by that he meant something appropriate for a Berserker to say…

Cu Chulainn blinked at the girl. “What?”

“YOUR HANDS! YOU JUST WALKED THROUGH A RADIOACTIVE WASTELAND! YOU MUST WASH YOUR HANDS IMMEDIATELY! THEN GO SHOWER! WASH YOUR CLOTHES! MOVE! MOVE!” The girl's voice was not only loud, but also abrupt, clear and extremely commanding.

“Huh?” Cu Chulainn didn’t have the time to even answer her, when he suddenly realized that what he thought were girlish hands that seemed to him so fragile, was right now raising him in the air. “Wait a second, I understood, understood! Please unhand me! I'll wash my hands! Honest!”

Fortunately, this was enough for the unknown entity with a cute girl's face to put him down to the ground, but it was not enough for him to let him go completely. And so he found his hand gripped by an iron vice. “FULL DISINFECTION! FOLLOW ME!”

“Sure, I’ll follow you!” Surrendering under the pressure and raising his hands in a symbolic attempt to defend himself, Cu Chulainn took a step back. Luckily, that was enough for the girl to let go of her tight grip.

Oh, he should have known that following after Teacher was a bad idea! He should have believed his gut when he noticed the smirk on Scáthach’s face and booked it! Curiosity killed the cat as they say it, Cu Chulainn remembered the saying too late, when he decided to visit an unremarkable tent, proudly named as the infirmary in search of new Servants.

Damn it, if Scáthach herself didn't want to come here — of course, he should have guessed that this place was somewhere he shouldn’t go to!

“Where did you go?!” The girl pulled at him with bone rending force. “The shower is on this side!”

“Um, yeah?” Cu Chulainn looked at the small place to the side the girl pointed towards and could only wince. The ‘shower’, if it could be called that, was more like a watering can, placed on a dais. He was about to object before he noticed that the girl wouldn’t take no for an answer, and so he could only hang his shoulders. “I…  I can do it myself, right?”

For a second, the Servant seems to be pondering these words, clearly weighing the pros and cons of such a decision, forcing Cú Chulainn to mentally pray to all the gods in which he did not believe…

What a pity that Jeanne was not in this Singularity with him! She clearly would not have missed such a sharp leap in Cu Chulainn's interest in higher powers!

It is impossible to establish for sure whether or not the higher powers helped Cú Chulainn, but after several unforgivably long minutes of reflection, the Servant nevertheless slowly and seriously nodded, looking at Cú Chulainn with an appraising glance. And not at all with an appraising look of a girl that Cu Chulainn would have liked to see, no. If he were to describe it, it was more like how an experienced butcher would examine a juicy beef tenderloin for defects. “Yes, good… If the patient is healthy enough, then there is no reason to limit his independence. You can go to the shower, patient.”

Cu Chulainn didn't even care about the fact that he had suddenly turned into a patient, instead he just nodded. After which, at the exact moment the Servant turned away from him, going somewhere on her own business perhaps, he, using all his knowledge of Celtic magic and all his abilities as a Servant, ran away.

In an instant, the infirmary was buffeted by the wind as Cu ran, causing the Servant to turn to the escaped Servant and freeze.

“The patient refuses to disinfect himself? Since any healthy person understands the need for disinfection, the patient must be absolutely sick. A sick person who escapes from the place of care for the sick must be pacified and returned to the infirmary to continue their treatment.” The simple logic chain lined up in the Servant's head, caused her to frown, ending with an absolutely logical conclusion. For a normal Servant, this would cause no issue.

Sadly, for Cu that is, she was a Berserker.

“In this case, to save the most of the patient, I need to amputate his leg in order to limit his mobility and the possibility of further escape from treatment.”

“PATIENT!”  The loud shout of the Servant spread across the camp. “RETURN IMMEDIATELY TO CONTINUE YOUR TREATMENT!”

After another moment, showing all her speed as a Servant, the Berserker rushed after Cu Chulainn.

***

Nobunaga, suppressing her grin, watched as her Servant-in-arms, Cu Chulainn, who had been annoying her all this time, shamefully fled from a small girl who shouted various threats after him with some satisfaction.

Of course, Cu Chulainn was not the worst of all theoretically possible acquaintances with whom she could be acquainted with. But still in the list of ‘those with whom Nobunaga would like to talk longer with’, his position was quite low.

And at the same time, as much as she was saddened by the fact, she has to intervene. As much as she would like the silence, nevertheless, Nobunaga is on a mission under Ainz’s command and the loss of Cu Chulainn was undesirable in any case. That is, if she still cherished the hope of proving to Ainz…  she meant, to prove to herself, and not to the Master at all, do not think any stupid ideas! That she was more than a hyped legend, but a legendary conqueror king.

In any case, the loss of Cu Chulainn in a camp of friendly, relatively speaking, Servants was unacceptable. And therefore, after enjoying the sight of Cu Chulainn fleeing from the Servant for some time, Nobunaga shifted her gaze to stumble upon Scáthach, silently observing the same scene.

“Hey!” Nobunaga, of course, knew that Scáthach was one of those Servants who stood at the pinnacle of power, but Nobunaga was not going to humiliate herself in addressing her respectfully. “What about saving your student? I would not like him to be sawed to pieces, and you are his teacher…”

At Nobunaga’s question, Scáthach, who was standing not far from Nobunaga, nevertheless tore her gaze from Cu Chulainn and shifted it to Nobunaga, as if evaluating her. Nobunaga, not backing down by such a look, just pushed her chest forward, propping it up with her hands. “So, what are you going to do?”

Scáthach thought of her answer for another second, after which she exhaled and looked away from Nobunaga. “Florence will not kill him, these are just threats to force him to return to the infirmary. I think. She didn’t actually go berserk, so all that awaits Cú Chulainn is immobilization, followed then by a medical examination. He might be somewhat uncomfortable, but it doesn’t mean that I cannot enjoy his discomfort.”

After these words, Scáthach, as if to make it clear that the conversation was over, turned around. “Although, I confess, I expected something much funnier. This Cu Chulainn is not as fun to watch as I expected.”

With these words, Scáthach walked away with a slow pace, causing Nobunaga to stare at her back for a few seconds before snorting and rolling her eyes.

Seriously, Scáthach is a strong Servant, so she was forgiven for some level of coldness and detachment. But, that woman was beginning to annoy Nobunaga, and if it were not for her whole situation with Ainz, she would put her chips that their relationship would devolve into a duel sooner or later.

A duel in which Nobunaga rated her chances of victory as very high.

However, the situation was such that a duel was inherently impossible, and therefore Nobunaga was forced only to look away, looking around for something else to occupy her time.

In her opinion, it was a little strange to see a full-fledged field camp inhabited solely by Servants. As far as her eyes can see, large tents were strewn around the place, even a kind of infirmary tent. And yet, on the other hand, it was perhaps to be expected.

Yes, Servants, strictly speaking, did not need to sleep or any forms of comfort, but it was impossible to imagine Nero for instance abandoning the huge field camp in red and gold tones with stone lions at its entrance.

For a second, Nobunaga was struck by curiosity of how exactly Nero was able to drag the stone lions to this place, never mind the tents. Did she keep in touch with any kingdoms around? And how is she planning to move all this later? The essence of a field camp was that it was a ‘field’ camp, that is, it can be quickly moved if the need arises.

Nobunaga doubts that moving this encampment can be described with any words resembling ‘quick’.

Although on the other hand, she could also imagine how exactly Nero would answer her questions, with something very crazy and extravagant, in her own ‘special’ style. Deciding that she didn’t need that headache, Nobunaga decided not to ask those questions.

In any case, enjoying the views the field camp offered was not on Nobunaga's list of activities. And frankly speaking, there wasn't anything special to see in the Servant field camp that Nobunaga could enjoy. Except for Nero's tent, everything looked the same, not much different from what one would see in any army in the world.

After looking around again and finding nothing of interest at the moment, Nobunaga shrugged her shoulders and walked away, looking for someone who could help her allay her boredom.

The screams of Cu Chulainn and the Servant pursuing him served as a pleasant accompaniment to her wanderings.

***

Ainz weighed the Grail in his hand while deep in thought.

Maybe he should start using some search spells? But what to look for?

He can, for example, use ‘Blessing of Titania’, this magic should tell him the way to what he’s searching for in this Singularity. Although, if he wanted to use the spell, he would have to discard his body and return to his true appearance… Hah, considering just how Scáthach reacted violently to his presence, he doubts that discarding his cover at any moment would be a good idea.

In any case, after shoving the Grail into his inventory, Ainz got up from his seat and teleported down from the roof of the building where he had been sitting all this time. After which, on the ground, he moved through the streets of the local city.

Maybe he could use other search spells? But, um… To even decide which correct search spell to use, he must first have to decide what exactly he is looking for…  Another Grail? Or is it the Demon Kings? Actually, what is his actual goal in this Singularity?

And given that the Demon Kings were somehow connected to the local Cú Chulainn, what then? Just come and kill them? It was easy to do, but it was… Kind of stupid, he guessed.

That is, of course, in YGGDRASIL, most of the quests, in the end, usually boiled down to the fact that he had to kill something… But at the same time, a considerable part of these quests could ‘please’ his sense of adventure with some unexpected twist, so he needs to be careful.

Especially considering that we are talking about Medb, right now!

Yes, formally speaking, it was not Medb that had put him on his path to clear the Singularity, but if Medb was even tangentially connected with anything, then it already made him think about traps!

Maybe the easiest thing to do right now was just to go back to that throne room and kill Medb? It was not difficult to organize.

Unless, of course, it was just another trap!

It is imperative for him to consider all possibilities! Even if the Medb here was not the one from YGGDRASIL, she’s still Medb!

Which means it had to be some kind of trap!

Well, there is the option of just completely destroying and clearing the Singularity of all lives… No, such a course of action was definitely out of question. Ainz dreads to imagine what kind of change he would make to the Human Order if he completely destroys all the currently existing cities in America…

Although, on the other hand, if the history of mankind has already been so disfigured by a nuclear war in the wild west — should Ainz even worry about this?

Ainz inhaled and exhaled slowly, feeling his brain slowly boil before stopping and shaking his head.

No, definitely, an endless cycle of doubt will get him nowhere! Enough! It's time to do at least something and not leave the initiative in the hands of the enemy!

And although Ainz did not know exactly what he was supposed to do at the moment, a certain idea still existed in his head.

And although Ainz himself considered such an action stupid — well, it had saved him all the previous times, so…

***

“Medea,” A familiar voice rang out in Medea's head. “I have figured out everything that is happening in this Singularity.”

Hearing such words, Medea could only blink in stupefaction, then looked around.

From the moment of the audience with the King, if it could be called that, no more than an hour passed. Medea didn’t even have the time to really think about what exactly was happening in this strange Singularity, spending that time mostly wondering about Ainz’s magic and the nature of Cu Chulainn Alter.

Although, on the other hand, Medea had fully guessed and accepted the fact that the difference between her and Ainz was colossal. And the information he had just heard served solely simply to confirm her findings.

Well, at least Medea could comfort herself by the fact that this troublesome Singularity will be over soon. Although, on the other hand, Medea still wanted to hear an explanation from Ainz. “And? How exactly are we going to solve this Singularity, Master?”

At her question, there was a silence on the other end of her connection. For some strange reason, Medea suddenly saw an image of a person choking with surprise in her mind… Something which, however, was instantly dispelled as soon as Ainz spoke up.

“I think it would be better if you find out for yourself.”

Medea blinked.

It was…  a somewhat strange proposal from Ainz. But, on the other hand, after studying the situation in Chaldea and establishing contact with several people, Medea had received a lot of information about Ainz and his somewhat specific method of communicating and revealing secrets. So, Medea was not particularly surprised by his actions.

In the end, if Ainz chose to even warn humanity about the impending third world war solely with hints and ‘accidental’ slips, it was quite logical to assume that this time was simply such an occasion.

“I understand, Master.” Medea replied to the implied challenge. “Still, do you need me to do something?”

“No, simply keep doing what you were doing before,” Ainz replied quickly, after which a moment later the connection between Ainz and Medea was cut off.

Medea was silent for a long while, deep in thought about Ainz’s order and its implications.

“‘Keep doing what you did before’? What exactly did he mean by these words?”

Medea was simply spending her time on a mental discourse on the nature of Cu Chulainn Alter. Hmm… was that it?

No, that’s not right… Ainz had sent Mashu and Medea together for a reason, it would make no sense for Ainz to forget about Mashu. Meaning, his hint was concerning Mashu and Medea at the same time. But the last thing they did together last time, outside of Ainz's presence, was just talking to each other?

Medea pondered about it for some more before shaking her head.

Did Ainz want them to continue their conversation for some reason? Or… what is it? What did the Master want from her at all? What was Ainz able to figure out during this short time!?

Medea shook her head harder, none of these things fit into any frame at all! Yes, perhaps Ainz was a powerful and incredibly intelligent and wise magus, but… how was he capable of coming to such a clear conclusion about the Singularity with such disparate information!?

Medea sighed, firmly convinced of the need after returning from the Singularity to still ask Ainz about his thinking, as well as how he could spy on his Servants without any of them knowing — and many other things…

Still, it seems that at the moment Medea could not expect any more hints from Ainz and all that remained for her to do at the moment was… do what she can.

“Mashu,” Turning towards Mashu, who was walking behind her and gawking to whatever catches her eye, Medea sighed. After their audience with the King, the both of them have been exploring the city.  “It seems that the Master has already figured out everything about this Singularity.”

Passing close by the two Servants under the guise of an ordinary person while preparing for the execution of his part of the plan, the Demon King Gaap, hearing Medea’s words, choked.

***

The Hero of Charity, Karna, has always stoically endured everything that happened to him. Resentment, betrayal, requests and orders, were all endured stoically, never letting his attitude get in the way of fulfilling his duty as a hero and as a Servant. However, that did not mean that he did not form his own opinion to whatever it is that he’s facing.

And that's why Karna could, while looking at the huge Servant in front of him, say that he found the entire situation he had found himself in to be… Strange.

Not bad, just weird.

The Servant in front of him, who had called herself his mother, was certainly not Kunti. Something she herself had agreed with, so Karna can discount the possibility that she was a Berserker that simply saw everyone as her child. Though, Karna could not think or even remember ever having other mothers…

And his other thoughts, regarding some Servant-Assassin pretending to be his mother to kill him, also did not agree with reality. What kind of Assassin, that was supposed to be pretending to be his mother, would admit that he is not his mother?

And the attitude of this Servant…

Karna did not even have time to parse the situation he’s in before he had found himself at a restaurant, seated and almost tied with napkins as Angrboda seated herself next to him. It was exactly like how a mother could take care of her child… her very, very young child, who has not yet learned to eat with a spoon.

Considering that Karna was very much an adult, ancient even from the point of view of his legend — and had never experienced such emotions in his childhood — for him this experience seemed…   very new.

And, to some very strange extent, even pleasant.

In regard to the dinner itself, Karna would prefer a portion of rice, maybe with lentil stew. But before he even had time to react and started ordering, the Servant in front of him had already finished listing two dozen dishes.

He didn't need to eat that much!

In addition, having to prepare so many dishes meant that the cooks would have to cook only for the two of them. Karna definitely did not want to take so much of the cooks' time and their energy, and he had no money to pay for so much food!

Actually, Karna had no money at all, but he had to pay for lunch… Maybe he could give his gold earring to the restaurant as payment?

But, if he pays with too expensive an item, the restaurant may not accept it. Or maybe he will make the cooks and waiters worry too much, and Karna would not want to force these kind people, working for him as well, to be burdened b…

“Karna!” However, before he could reflect further on what he needs to do to compensate the servants, the voice of his fellow Servant pulled Karna from further reflections. Its abruptness forced him to look up and meet the gaze of the girl of such size that she had to use a large sofa brought from somewhere else as a chair.

Karna hoped that the workers of the restaurant didn't have to carry furniture from the manager's office or anything like that. “Tell me how you are doing! Ah, you are so thin, are they treating you well at work? You are not forced to do anything dangerous, are you!?”

“Hmm,” Karna felt a little uncomfortable at the unexpected questions. But, as he did not find any reason not to answer, he could only speak truthfully. “No, they are treating me well, miss…”

“Miss!?” Suddenly, Angrboda spoke loudly and with slight irritation, making Karna panic. Did he say something wrong!?

“Karna, call me ‘mom’, calling me ‘miss’ will hurt me in the very heart! Very badly!”

Hearing her request, Karna shifted a little in his seat uncomfortably even though he was almost ensconced with napkins, and tried to look away. He was hoping to find his Master there, so that he could give him a clear order on how he needed to behave in such… unusual circumstances.

However, the last time he saw his Master, Edison, he was trying to rip out Tesla's hair, so it was unlikely that Karna would be meeting him right now.

Slowly, Karna turned his gaze to the Servant in front of him and sighed, as he came to a decision. “I beg your pardon, but I cannot acknowledge your request. I understand that your feelings may be sincere, but how can I call you my mother when my mother is Kunti? I'm sorry, but that's all I can say.”

After these words, Karna was silent, expecting that the Servant opposite him would get angry, or at least take offense at his inability to answer positively.

“Oh, what nobility!” Instead, the Servant opposite him looked at him with the same tenderness with which a mother would look at her child, who had just proudly stood on his feet for the first time without any help.

‘Or a particularly stupid rabbit who just did something thoughtless but cute, like a senselessly jumping into a wall.’ Karna pushed the inappropriate thought away, then sighed.

Well, he had expressed his opinion, and whatever he would do in the future would probably not affect how the Servant would treat him in the future, so there was no point in worrying about the subject further.

“Tell me, Karna, did you find a good girl?” Easily changing the subject with the grace of an angry elephant in a china shop, the Servant opposite him continued to speak. “With you being so handsome and popular, there must be a throng of girls falling at your feet!”

Karna, hearing these words, looked down a little. Ha, was this that famous feeling of embarrassment that parents aroused in their children by asking them inappropriate questions?

“I hope she comes from a decent family,” The Servant, ignoring any discomfort on Karna’s part, however, continued to speak, “Tell me!”

“I have neither a wife nor a girlfriend.” Karna sighed, considering the conversation over.

He was sorely mistaken. He should have known that embarrassing their children is a Mother’s prerogative.

“This does not mean that there isn’t a girl that has caught your attention!” The Servant gushed, “Tell me, what is she like?”

“Hmm, I…” Karna sighed, giving up on any ideas about preserving his privacy. “I have this one friend…”

After his admission, Angrboda grinned, feeling like a shark smelling blood in the water, — “Tell me all about it!”

***

Tesla tried his best to catch his breath as he wiped the blood off his broken lip with the sleeve of his outfit. All this was done without ceasing to glare at Edison, who looked like he was struck by lightning.

Considering Tesla's abilities, it is quite possible that there was more truth in this idea than it initially seemed.

Edison, despite the way he looked, was not worse off than Tesla. And although his lion's head significantly reduced the range of emotions that he could show with his facial expressions, just looking at him was enough to see that this man had no special love for Tesla either. An expression more suitable for an angry lion than a man.

Straightening his back, Edison patted down his mane, which had lost a decent tuft of fur, Edison looked at Tesla, almost spitting out some curse. Tesla did not hesitate to answer him in kind, stretching out to his full height opposite to Edison.

Edison's entire office was a very picturesque illustration of the word ‘mayhem’. All around the room were broken tables and chairs, scattered documents, torn papers. If not for the tufts of fur and drips of blood scattered around, the room looked as if a hurricane had gone through it.

And although, on this occasion, Tesla and Edison still did not use all their abilities as Servants, the likelihood that something like that would happen in the near future was still not zero.

Slowly, without taking his eyes off of Tesla, Edison took a step backwards, finding himself next to the partially broken door that led outside. Not turning away from his stare down as if he was facing some wild beast, Edison shouted an order down the hall.

“Cleaner!”

Tesla could not resist, however, from quipping.  “Oh, what a surprise! Once again, the ‘great’ Edison is making others clean up his mess! Actually, I'm not surprised, I will actually be surprised if it turns out that you are actually paying the people who clean your problems for you!”

Edison did not fall for such a provocation, although he really wanted to. Instead, he stood in place, taking deep breaths to calm himself down. “Tesla. Make no mistake, I would like to rip your head off. But, for just one minute, I invite us to forget about our differences.”

“One minute is exactly the amount of time that I can stomach you speaking.” Apparently, having also come to a certain decision, Tesla nodded slowly, closing his eyes as he sighed.

“Edison, I hate you, and you hate me. So I propose to do without all this formal nonsense and officialdom, what do you want and what are you proposing?”

“As I understand it, I don’t need to explain the situation here to you?” After a confident nod from Tesla in response, Edison nodded gloomily.

“Then here’s a riddle for you for your learned brains. We have a mad Berserker whose main desire is to kill all the Servants that come his way so that he could die, taking the enemy with him to the next world.” Before Tesla could respond, Edison continued further

“What’s worse is that he also has an army of psychos with similar thoughts, from simple fight lovers to Berserker maniacs. And also, he has a nutty queen who just wants to be the evil queen with this psychopath, who will also go to any lengths to get his attention. So now, we have a whole bunch of Servants who just attack everyone and everything.” Tesla opened his mouth to interject, only to be silenced again as Edison continued speaking.

“And finally there is my side. Yes, I resort to using the Demon Kings' powers, and yes, they are the main reason for this Singularity, and yes I have them under my captivity. But, their existence is needed at the moment. Without the use of their powers, there is no chance of winning against Cu Chulainn Alter. Yes, I’ve bombed all of America, but that is only because otherwise everything will end up even worse. And because otherwise, Medb would have captured the Demon Kings, perhaps the only living creatures that can fight on an equal footing with Cu Chulainn Alter.” Finally, sensing an end to the explanation, Tesla was about to talk before he was interrupted yet once again.

“And I don't think I need to tell what will happen if Medb, in her quest to participate in the fantasies of his nutty lover, unleashes all the Demon Kings I have captured and imprisoned, do you?”

Tesla sighed, Edison was really in love with his own voice, but at least he was disclosing important information. He could only shake his head at the long explanation, allowing Edison to continue his conversation.

“What I’m proposing is for you to help me with the development of weapons against these psychos.” Edison shrugged his shoulders, before continuing. “With them gone, we will dispose of the Demon Kings in short order and the Singularity will end.”

For a second, Tesla stopped, pondering Edison's proposal, noting with a glance how some inconspicuous guy in the clothes of an employee had slipped inside the office.

Edison's words sounded… it was logical, but something about it sounded strange, but what exactly…

A second later, a short message from Ainz made Tesla chuckle, expounding aloud the news that he had just received. “It seems that the Master understood what the problem is with this Singularity…”

Disguised as a janitor, the Demon King Glasia-Labolas, upon hearing these words, choked on air.

***

Transcript of the entry from 10/22/2018:

K: …(inaudible)… Who thought to store the records here?! Idiots, they are all idiots… What year is this from?

N: Thirteenth.

K: …(inaudible)… The Clock Tower is a bunch of idiots trying to find the remains of Poseidon in the Bermuda Triangle.

N: We are just paid for our actions, not for thinking.

K: We are paid for results, not for actions. And there are no search results for the body of Poseidon in the Bermuda Triangle, and there cannot be!

N: This is the information that we were given.

K: This is simple idiocy, not information… I refuse to accept these guessworks as anything close to concrete ‘information’! Did you know how they came to these ‘findings? It was obtained by taking the interpretations of some of Da Vinci’s old books about the almighty God of Death, as something concrete! How am I supposed to…! Ugh, just get me a cup of tea.

Silence for several minutes, periodically interrupted by the rustle of pages and the sounds of liquid being slurped.

K: …(inaudible)…

N: What?

K: It can't be…

N: Did you find something?

K: ...(inaudible)...

N: Let me see...

Silence for several minutes, periodically interrupted by the rustle of pages...

K: ...(inaudible)... I won't give this in their hands.

N: What about the payment?

K: I thought we were going to find information or a piece of cloth, something like that... This... (inaudible)...

H: The Clock Tower wants this exhibit.

K: EXHIBIT?! THIS IS THE BODY OF POSEIDON! WHO KNOWS WHAT WILL HAPPEN IF WE GIVE IT TO THESE PSYCHOPATHES?!

N: Just give them the information. With this money, it will be possible to move to the other side of the world.

K: The other side of the world?! You don’t understand what we’re talking about now, do you?! This is Poseidon's body, with a seal of ...(inaudible)...

N: Ah, that's how it is ...

The sound of a shot is heard. The recording ends at this point, later professor of archeology and history, a member of the Clock Tower K was found dead in the archive, a bullet wound in the skull. Some of the books, including archival records of the Bermuda Triangle, have disappeared.