Agnes fell into intense annoyance and pain again, and even the skin near the bridge of her nose wrinkled deeply, "It's impossible..."
"Why isn't it possible?"
"We all know why it's impossible!" Agnes gritted her teeth and whispered, "What a ship's prow looks like... what a safe... that's just a rhetoric -"
"A ploy to lure me to the Grace Theater?"
Agnes bit her lower lip, "Yes! It's not true at all-"
"Whatever you think," Hesta said softly, leaning forward slightly, "Anyway, I found that text in the prop safe above the stage - if you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known."
The few words she had said before had exhausted all her strength. She still wanted to say something more, but she could only gasp.
"So, this morning I said you told me," Hestad said lightly, "There's nothing wrong with this statement——"
"Enough...enough!" Meyer stopped in front of Agnes again. She looked up with tears in her eyes and looked at Hesta's glasses, "Are you here to kill her? Must...must be Are you talking about this now?"
Agnes had fallen to her knees from exhaustion. While she was breathing, Hesta heard the sound of tears falling to the ground. Meyer did not dare to help her rashly, so she had to lean on the ground and ask Egger softly how he felt.
Looking at the pitiful sisters in front of her, Hesta suddenly felt a certain absurdity - this scene was somewhat familiar to her, but the position she was in at that time and now was suddenly reversed.
Why push the conversation to this point? Hesta was a little puzzled for a moment, everything seemed to just happen naturally. She intuitively realized that certain issues were Agnes's weak spot, so she stabbed that spot mercilessly.
There was no deep malice or resentment for personal revenge...but when she saw the expected expression of pain on Agnes's face, she did feel a subtle pleasure - as if she pressed a switch and saw the light turn on.
Why……
She thought of Anna's face again, and things seemed to suddenly become complicated.
Hesta looked at the two people on the ground: "Is Gobelin's will so important?"
Agnes supported the ground with one hand and struggled to raise her upper body: "...you mercury needles, you won't understand-"
"Shut up!" Meyer screamed to stop Iger, "Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up -!"
Agnes shuddered, her eyes slowly lowered, and finally fell in the direction of Meyer. Meyer subconsciously caught her sister, her expression changed from anger to panic, "Ai...Aige... …?”
"Take her to the bed."
Meyer looked up at Hesta and quickly did as he was told. Hesta checked Egg's wound skillfully, and then took out a disposable syringe from his pocket.
"what are you up to?"
"First aid shot." Hesta replied in a low voice, "Don't ask any more questions."
Meyer knelt down beside the bed with a pale face. She looked at Agnes's face - there was no change at all after the injection of Hesta.
"...Will she die?" Meyer's voice trembled.
"Won't."
Meyer looked at Hestad in disbelief, perhaps because she answered too surely, which made the answer unconvincing.
"Why weren't you in the intensive care unit tonight, instead you ran back to the room?"
"Ege said... the sound of the machines over there... was too noisy, and I couldn't sleep lying there," Meyer said softly, "and... there aren't enough manpower over there at night..."
"I saw Breton lying there. Didn't he beat Gobelin vigorously this morning?"
"...Iger really won't die?"
"No," Hestad answered again. "Tell me what happened today, during the day, after I left Bishop's—"
"Should we go to the intensive care unit now?" Meyer stood up, "Brie should be asleep now. We can go to the doctor on duty for help-"
"Her wounds were not fatal, but she suffered gunshot wounds, do you understand?"
Meyer was stunned in place, as if she was a different person. She sobbed and buried her face in her arms. Only then did Hesta realize that the two girls in front of her were much younger than herself - Agnes was older than Sophie. One year younger, let alone Meyer... But looking back on everything that happened tonight from this perspective, I seem to be bullying the younger and the weaker.
"...Agnes will not wake up no matter how much you cry."
Meyer's shoulders shook even more.
Hesta waited for a while, then got up and walked out. At this moment, Meyer stumbled and said, "...Today, a crew member was killed. Although he was immediately sent to the emergency room...but...people... There was no rescue.”
"Shoot?"
"Well... it's because... someone didn't put a safety on his gun... and his pistol... went off..."
"who?"
"Rene..." Meyer spat out the name vaguely.
"Rene Blumbo?"
Seeing Hesta directly saying his full name, Meyer was a little surprised, but he still nodded and replied, "Yes..."
"When did this happen."
"In... this afternoon..." Meyer whispered, "There was an... explosion outside. Some people were frightened... saying that the chelate was going to blow up the ship... and then... it was chaos..."
"Where were you?"
"In the observation deck on the seventh floor, in the captain's cabin...inside, several of us thought Mr. Roboglier would be there...so we went up together...to look for him."
"Do you know who the deceased is?"
"I don't know... Ellie, or something... I can't remember-"
Hesta frowned: "Is it a woman?"
Meyer nodded again.
"Okay, is there anything else?" Hesta whispered, "Did Gobelin mention anything related to the Guide later?"
"...Yes, tomorrow morning, he will announce the full text of the "Guide" at Bishop's Restaurant."
"Why wait until tomorrow morning?"
"have no idea."
"Where is he now?"
"have no idea."
"Has he ever come to visit you?"
Meyer shook his head again.
Hesta glanced at Agnes who was sleeping not far away, "She will get up very late tomorrow, so you don't have to do anything extra."
"...What time is it late?"
"It depends on the situation, but at least until after twelve noon," Hesta said, "you can stay here with her."
Meyer looked at Hesta uneasily, "Why... why did you... save us?"
Hesta stood by the door and thought for a while, and this question suddenly awakened some memories in her.
The door closed gently, and the whole room returned to silence again. Meyer looked at the closed door in confusion, unable to say a word for a while.
(End of chapter)
