Mr. Pantalone has no crazy plans today.

However, he felt that finding a way down the mountain on his own was probably too difficult.

As for actions like sending out smoke signals for help or directly using the Evil Eye to make a commotion or force his way out, he had considered them, but those would undoubtedly damage his dignity as an executor, so he decisively rejected them.

Or, there is another possibility.

He could also wait until he discovers he is missing among the Fools' followers, and then begin searching for himself, eventually finding himself again.

This way, he could maintain his airs as an executive and casually remark, "Since you've all come looking for me, I'll reluctantly go back with you."

After careful consideration, Pantalone felt that this method was not entirely unfeasible.

However, he felt it was necessary to try again before considering such a thing, and that was when he had this thought in mind.

Pantalone suddenly heard a faint singing voice, melodious yet tinged with a hint of sorrow, which caught his attention.

His first thought was that someone might be there, otherwise there wouldn't be singing here.

But then he noticed a certain familiarity in the singing, as if he had heard it somewhere before. With this question in mind, he began to search in the direction from which the singing came.

Although he didn't know who was singing or where the song was coming from.

Anyway, at least we have a direction.

With this thought in mind, he braved the snow and wind and walked for an unknown amount of time before finally finding the place from which the song was coming.

On the snow-capped peak, a young girl sits on the edge of a broken stone staircase, playing music.

With her eyes lowered, her slender fingers caressed the fragile strings, singing a forgotten melody unknown to anyone.

She was a girl dressed in pure white, with long, dark purple hair like a little dove. Her eyes were gently closed, hidden by the lace white fabric.

Upon reaching the summit of the snow-capped peak, he also met the owner of the song.

She is a girl, and of course, she is a "girl".

Chapter 46 Can I be your listener?

It was a picturesque scene, a pure white world where only a young girl was playing a solo melody unknown to anyone.

Perfect and harmonious, allowing no other things to exist.

His intrusion was like throwing a pebble into a calm lake, creating ripples.

This harmony and tranquility, along with the melodious and lingering singing, was shattered the moment he stepped into this place.

Everything came to an abrupt end in an instant.

The "girl" stopped playing her music, her eyes still slightly closed, and just smiled casually.

"Since you're already here, why don't you come and chat with me?"

The girl's reaction and what she said left Pantalone somewhat taken aback.

The other person's reaction was as if they had been waiting for him there.

The moment he saw the other person, he couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity and déjà vu.

But he didn't care too much. He was no stranger to the "girl." At least he remembered seeing this third executive officer of the Fools once during the last executive officer meeting. He assumed that was the reason.

But he subconsciously felt that things were never that simple.

This feeling gave him a strange and intense sense of unease.

Pantalone sized up the girl who was greeting him.

Her long black hair was streaked with purple, creating a striking contrast with her pure white clothes and the surrounding scenery. The snowy wind gently blew through the girl's hair, making it sparkle in the white world.

The white wings on her head were a perfect embellishment, just like the name the girl possessed.

"Columbia".

Pantalone whispered the girl's name softly.

Although he didn't understand why the "girl" would be in this place.

However, considering that they are colleagues, and since the other party has extended an invitation to me, I certainly have no reason to refuse.

After accepting the "girl's" invitation, he also sat down next to Columbia and asked her his question.

Why are you here?

"Why can't I be here? Logically, I should be asking you that question. Why are you here?"

The girl's question stunned him for a moment.

Just as Columbia said.

Why can't she be here?

Or perhaps, the strange person who actually appeared here is him.

So he stopped dwelling on the issue and instead started asking what the "girl" was doing there.

What are you doing here?

"Meaningless questions, as you can see, I'm singing."