(EP-252.1) Caged #7
252 – Caged Bird #7
The lab on the third basement floor was endless.
It felt vast, as if they had expanded all the space under the extensive garden.
D, C, B—.
As we moved deeper inside, the level designations changed. Naturally, the higher the level, the more secretive and tightly secured the area was.
“These are...”
Entering Sector B, Mirna continued to be amazed as we moved further in. Reflected in her eyes were large tanks filled with a blue solution, where people were floating inside.
Bubble, bubble.
With oxygen masks on their mouths and hoses as well as IVs inserted into their bodies, these folks convulsed intermittently. They were of all different genders, races, and ages.
“These people are alive... They’re different from the previous specimens. I can sense very potent magic.”
Mirna’s words reminded me of the specimens from earlier, the so-called ‘logs’.
Those were just corpses kept alive just to be alive. In contrast, the specimens in Sector B met our gaze while blinking their eyes.
Pang-.
Some even hit the glass with their palms.
It was chilling.
Mirna asked.
“What are they planning to do with so many specimens?”
At that question, Stella Bellhawk, who had been pushing the cart, paused for a moment and looked around. Then she reluctantly answered.
“They’re making soldiers. Probably. This third-floor laboratory is both an armory and a barracks. When we get to Sector A, you’ll understand what I mean.”
After walking for a while, we finally reached the entrance to Sector A.
There, a few soldiers in black protective suits stood as if conducting a checkpoint, verifying the comings and goings of people.
━Stop right there. The Special Containment and Protection Research Building is a Class A classified area. We’ll have to check your IDs.
Their demeanor was polite, but the two swords at their waists looked merciless. If even one thing went wrong here, the soldiers stationed all around would sound the alarm.
... What would happen then?
Both Mirna and I were VIPs from the court.
But I doubted they would leave us alive after learning so many secrets.
At best, we’d be reported as missing.
If we were really unlucky, we might end up as one of the specimens in the tanks...
Thump, thump-.
The sound of my pounding heart seemed to grow louder, so I activated《Calm Thinking》.
One of the soldiers in the black protective suits looked at the IDs we handed over and made a curious sound.
It was Mirna’s ID. freeweɓnovel.cѳm
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