Chapter 546: The Extreme Conjecture

Chapter 546: The Extreme Conjecture

In the dimly lit laboratory, Lucretia fixed her intense gaze on the mechanical puppet sprawled out on the lab table. Directly across from her, Alice, with her face contorted by anxiety and discomfort, tried to avoid making eye contact. Meanwhile, standing next to Alice, Duncan remained as unreadable as ever, his face betraying no emotion, consistent with his usual stoic and unflappable character.

Minutes seemed like hours in the thick silence that enveloped the room until Lucretias voice sliced through the tension. Let me get this straight, she began, disbelief clear in her tone, Youre suggesting that Luni took her own head off?

Trying to maintain his composed exterior, Duncan responded, The circumstances were unexpected. Believe me, I was taken aback as well.

Lucretias eyes briefly darted towards Duncan. It was hard to discern, but she thought she mightve caught a fleeting sign of embarrassment on the face of her father, who was usually so stern and somber.

I I apologize, Alice mumbled, breaking her silence. She bowed her head slightly, her fingers nervously playing with the hem of Duncans shirt. It was evident she understood the gravity of the situation she had unintentionally created. When I realized Luni was a puppet, I mistakenly believed all puppets functioned the same. She she wasnt built with a removable head, was she?

Lucretia shifted her gaze to Alice, the notorious Anomaly 099, a being once feared and treated with utmost caution by many. Its evident Luni assumed she was no different from you, she commented coolly, But I never intended for her to have such a peculiarity.

Suddenly, Luni, who lay headless on the table, stirred. Her detached head blinked and managed to speak, though her voice sounded a touch distorted, Mistress, would you mind reattaching my head? I deeply regret the inconvenience

Lucretia sighed without changing her facial expression and picked up some tools from the table. As she started to fiddle with Lunis neck, she inquired, What made you blindly mimic Alice?

Looking around despite her detached state, Lunis head said, her voice accompanied by a soft crackling, Luni views Alice as a newfound companion. One that the old master introduced.

Lucretia stopped momentarily, processing Lunis words but resumed her work without further commentary.

Fidgeting, Alice cast a nervous look at Lunis separated head, Will we continue to be friends?

Lunis head blinked in acknowledgment, Of course. Once my mistress completes my repairs.

A hint of joy flashed across Alices face, but then she had a realization, You dont have a stutter when your head is apart!

Luni explained, her voice clinical and detached, Thats accurate. My head is self-sufficient. My creator has equipped me with a comprehensive vocal mechanism inside my head, so my cognitive functions remain unhindered without my body. Unlike you, if something were to happen to my neck, I cant heal myself.

Alice took a moment, attempting to understand the depth of Lunis words. After a brief pause, she nodded and commented, Thats truly remarkable.

This latter insight might shed light on the observed alliance between the Annihilation Sect and the Sun Cult. Though their goals converge, underlying tensions simmer beneath the surface.

As Duncan meticulously unwound his chain of thought, he searched Lucretias eyes for validation and feedback. Considering this intricate web of information, where do you stand?

The weight of Duncans revelations temporarily paralyzed Lucretia. Her demeanor transitioned from pensive to apprehensive. Taking a moment to process, she murmured, Even a devout Black Sun worshipper, upon hearing this, might deem our conversation a tad too radical.

Duncan exhaled with a combination of bemusement and exasperation. Its funny; I encountered such sentiments just recently. Sometimes I wonder: if we were to peel back all the layers of our worlds history, would we find truths even more bizarre? If so, compared to the grand tapestry of our reality, the most avant-garde cult beliefs might seem positively mainstream.

Caught up in the whirlwind of this profound conversation, Lucretia found herself momentarily adrift in contemplation. Her gaze slowly descended towards the experiment table, meeting the eyes of Lunis detached head.

Seeming to sense the need for a break in the intensity, Luni finally said, Mistress shall we proceed? Maybe you should step aside for a moment and recharge. We could always summon Rabbi to lend a hand

Gathering herself, Lucretia inhaled deeply, setting aside her avalanche of thoughts. As she reached for her instruments, she quipped, Rely on Rabbi? Id rather not. He might think of stashing your head somewhere within him, thinking hes found a cotton treat. Stay put; your heads reattachment wont be long.

Luni simply responded with a meek, Oh.

Simultaneously, in the grand office of Wind Harbors chief official, Governor Sara Mel gingerly unfolded a freshly delivered missive. As her eyes moved line by line, the ancient elfs countenance gradually shifted to one of deep concern.

The parchment bore the symbols of the Four Divine Churches. Remarkably, it wasnt the proclamation of just one religious faction but showcased the emblems of all four pontiffs, sanctified by the blessings of their respective deities, and was addressed to every maritime city-state.

Its crux suggested the collaborative construction of an advanced alert mechanism, a joint endeavor involving the city-states, the church, and the Explorers Association. The primary objective was the vigilant surveillance of any anomalous happenings above and beneath the seas expanse. This was a proactive measure to stave off any repetitions of the harrowing Frost Crisis and stay vigilant against the potential stirrings of primordial deities.

Furthermore, the church had resolved to redeploy a fraction of its patrolling armada from border regions to the central zones of civilization, ensuring prompt responses to any unforeseen crises.

While these agenda points did raise certain apprehensions, they were still within the purview of typical protocols for the leaders of city-states.

Yet, what truly unsettled Governor Sara Mel was a seemingly innocuous yet pivotal footnote appended to the documents conclusion:

Each city-state is mandated to be on the alert for any signals emanating from the legenary Vanished or its accompanying fleet. Should the Vanished be identified as operating in proximity to city-state waters, aggressive engagement must be avoided. Based on the prevailing circumstances, assistance may be extended as required.