Why it never ends

Chapter 412 Feelings
Agnes fell into intense annoyance and pain again, and even the skin near the bridge of the nose wrinkled deeply, "Impossible..."

"Why not?"

"We all know why it's impossible!" Agnes whispered through gritted teeth, "What kind of figurehead...what kind of safe...that's just a rhetoric—"

"A pitch to lure me to the Grace Playhouse?"

Agnes bit her lower lip. "Yeah! It's not real 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 about it."

The previous few words had exhausted Agnes' strength, and she still wanted to say something more, but she could only breathe heavily.

"So, I said this morning that you told me," Hesta said lightly, "There is nothing wrong with this statement—"

"Enough...enough!" Meyer stopped in front of Agnes again, she looked up in tears, looking at Hester's glasses, "Are you here to kill her? Must... must Talk about it now?"

Agnes had already fallen to her knees from the loss of strength.While she was panting, Hesta heard the sound of tears falling to the ground. Meyer didn't dare to support her rashly, so she bent down on the ground and asked Iger softly how she was feeling.

Looking at the pitiful sisters in front of her, Hesta suddenly felt a certain kind of absurdity—this scene was somewhat familiar to her, but the position at that time and now was suddenly reversed.

Why bring the conversation to this point?Hesta was also a little puzzled for a moment, everything seemed to happen naturally.She intuitively sensed that something was Agnes's weakness, and she stabbed mercilessly in that spot.

There was no deep malice or vengeful resentment either... it was just that she did feel a subtle pleasure when she saw the expected pain on Agnes's face - like flipping a switch and seeing a light come on.

Why……

She thought of Anna's face again, and things seemed suddenly complicated.

Hesta looked at the two people on the ground: "Is Gobelin's will so important?"

Agnes supported the ground with one hand, and raised her upper body with difficulty: "...you don't understand mercury needles——"

"Shut up!" Meyer screamed and stopped Iger, "Shut up, shut up, shut up—!"

Agnes shivered, her gaze slowly dropped, and finally fell towards Meyer, Meyer subconsciously caught her sister, her expression changed from anger to panic, "Ai... Aige... ...?"

"Put her on the bed."

Meyer looked up at Hesta, and quickly followed suit. Hesta inspected Iger's wound skillfully, and then took out a disposable needle from his pocket.

"what are you going to do?"

"Emergency needle." Hesta replied in a low voice, "Don't ask too much."

Meyer knelt on the edge of the bed with a pale face, and she looked at Agnes's face—there was no change at all after Hesta's injection.

"...Will she die?" Meyer's voice trembled.

"will not."

Meyer looked at Hester in disbelief, perhaps because her answer was too affirmative, which made the answer unconvincing.

"Why are you not in the intensive care unit tonight, but ran back to your room instead?"

"Iger said...the sound of the machine over there...is too loud, and I can't sleep lying there," Meyer said softly, "and...there are not enough people there at night..."

"I see Bree lying there, didn't he beat Goebbels alive this morning—"

"... Iger really won't die?"

"No." Hester replied again, "tell me about what happened today, during the day, after I left Bishop's—"

"Should we go to the intensive care unit now?" Meyer stood up, "Now Bree should be asleep too, we can go to the doctor on duty for help—"

"Her wound wasn't fatal, but she had a gunshot wound, you understand?"

Meyer froze 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 even bigger than Sophie. One year younger, let alone Meyer... But looking back at what happened tonight from this perspective, I seem to be a bit bullying and bullying the weak.

"... Agnes won't wake up if you cry again."

Meyer's shoulders trembled even more.

Hesta waited for a while, then got up and walked out. Meyer stumbled and said, "...Today, a crew member was killed. Although he was immediately sent to the emergency room...but... Didn't come back."

"Shot?"

"Well...just because...someone didn't put a safety on his gun...and his pistol...misfired..."

"Who?"

"René..." Meyer mumbled the name.

"Rene Bloomberg?"

Seeing Hesta's full name directly, Meyer was a little surprised, but still nodded and replied, "Yes..."

"When did this happen."

"During... this afternoon..." Meyer whispered, "There was a... explosion outside, and some people were freaking out... saying yes, Chelate was going to blow up the ship... and then... chaos..."

"Where were you?"

"In the observation deck on the seventh floor, the captain's cabin...inside, several of us thought that Mr. Robeau Griller would be there...so we went up together...to find him."

"Who is the deceased, do you know him?"

"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 Goebbels mention anything related to the Guide?"

"...Yes, tomorrow morning, he will announce the full text of the "Guide" at Bishop's restaurant."

"Why wait until tomorrow morning?"

"do not know."

"Where is he now?"

"do not know."

"Has he ever visited you?"

Mayer shook his head again.

Hesta glanced at Agnes who was sleeping not far away, "She will wake up very late tomorrow, so you don't need to do anything extra."

"...how late is it?"

"It depends, but at least until after twelve noon," said Hesta, "you 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 of her memories.

The door was gently closed, and the whole room became quiet again. Meyer looked at the closed door with a puzzled expression, unable to say a word for a while.

(End of this chapter)