Rhodes Island does not exist.

He didn't want to ask.

Because he knew that even if he asked, it wouldn't have any impact on the current situation, and might even be torture for him.

But sometimes not everything can be controlled.

However, the bishop gave him an unexpected reply.

"Ah, don't worry."

The bishop turned around and looked at the doctor behind the cage. "Her trial is just a continuation of the previous blasphemy incident. The mass killing case in the court will not be related to her. You can rest assured about that."

"...Is that so?" Hearing this, the Doctor couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Although the sword of Damocles still hangs over her head, at least Levi is safe.

"Furthermore, regarding your case," the bishop shook his head with a regretful expression, "because the church currently considers you the prime suspect, so even just to give Laterano an answer, you will likely have to go to trial in the end."

“Unless other clues are discovered before the court is cleared up.” The bishop’s smile vanished in an instant. “But that depends on the competence of those who handle this matter; it has nothing to do with the Punishing Army or us.”

"Ah, right."

As if remembering something, the bishop was about to turn around, but then suddenly looked back at the doctor.

"On Judgment Day, you will be able to see Levini one last time."

He spoke.

The doctor was silent.

"That's settled then, see you tomorrow."

Turning his head, the bishop left the doctor's private cell.

The door slowly closed, and the atmosphere was deathly still.

The captain, who already had a bad attitude towards the doctor, remained seated to the side without saying a word.

It wasn't until the doctor slowly opened his mouth and uttered his first words after a long silence.

"I would like to ask..."

"Hmm?" The captain raised an eyebrow and turned his gaze to the doctor.

"Boom."

A dull thud, accompanied by a slight vibration, suddenly broke the conversation between the Doctor and the Captain.

"What's going on? Is there a problem with the relocated land?" Faced with this sudden tremor, the captain couldn't help but mutter a few words to himself in confusion.

"Where did you put my luggage, that black leather suitcase?" But the doctor didn't care about that and just asked expressionlessly.

"Ah." The captain snapped out of his reverie and replied after a moment of recollection, "It's in the prison storage room. Since the contents aren't suspicious and the inspectors couldn't figure out what they were, they've just left it there for now, saying they'll wait for the higher-ups to come and study it."

“They are medicines and medical devices,” the doctor replied calmly. “None of you would understand them.”

“But the doctor we called also said he didn’t know what it was after examining it.” The captain shrugged. “So what are you trying to do? Do you need something from the luggage?”

"Am I entitled to this right?" the doctor asked.

"No." The captain shook his head. "You can only stay here obediently and wait for your superiors to decide your fate."

"I guessed so," the doctor said with a wry smile.

"Then why are you asking so many questions?" The captain's expression turned puzzled. "What a strange outsider."

"It's nothing, I was just asking." The doctor shook his head. "Because it is, after all, mine, so I need to know where it is, otherwise I won't feel at ease."

"Heh... still feeling uneasy? I think you should worry more about your own situation." The captain said coldly, then turned his head away.

"Boom."

Just as he turned his head away, another dull, slight tremor, exactly the same as before, came along the base of the wall.

This time the tremor was much stronger; even the legs of the chair he was sitting on made a slight groan as they rubbed against the ground.

"Tsk." The captain seemed unable to bear the annoying noise any longer. "What's going on? Could it really be a problem with the moved plot?"

“If something goes wrong with the land in the mobile city, the commotion won’t be so small,” the doctor said.

"Aren't you a doctor? How do you know about this?" The captain glanced at the doctor.

"I've only heard a little about it," the doctor said calmly. "Besides, I think this should be—"

"Boom!"

This time, even a few pieces of debris were shaken off the ceiling.

“It can’t be a natural disaster, can it?” The captain stood up from his chair and brushed the crumbs off his pants. “If there were a natural disaster cloud, the disaster messenger would have warned of it long ago.”

"No, if it were a natural disaster-induced tremor, you might not even have a chance to stand up and speak. The intensity of that tremor is beyond what ordinary buildings can withstand," the doctor said again.

"Ha, you know so much, then tell me what this is?" After being teased repeatedly, the captain couldn't help but look at the doctor with a hint of displeasure.

“The sound is coming from inside the building, which means either someone is doing plumbing work or someone is renovating,” the doctor calmly explained. “Because such vibrations would only occur in—”

"Boom!"

This time, the sound was deafening.

Because the cell wall was broken.

Chapter 96, Chapter Ninety-Five: Deep Sea Tales - Thirty-One Punch Hunter

The cell wall is broken.

The bricks, made of mortar, fit together perfectly, without even a trace of insect infestation. The only thing that can leave a mark on them is the dampness that permeates everything.

After all, it's a prison wall, so it's reasonable for it to be built as thick and sturdy as possible.

But at this moment, the wall, which should have been like this, was easily destroyed by the overwhelming waves, just like a sandcastle left on the beach during high tide.

"what happened!"

The captain of the Punishment Army immediately stood up from his chair, grabbed his mace and shield, and rushed toward the direction where the wall had broken.

But the wall is located behind the doctor.

In other words, to get there, he had to open the doctor's cell door first.

—But there's no need for that anymore.

"Whoosh-"

A bluish-green shadow whipped up a long gust of wind and sped out from the cracked hole.

Before the doctor could even see what the shadow truly looked like, the man had already brutally and savagely torn open the iron bars of the cell, and while the captain was still stunned, he punched him directly in the side, knocking him to the ground like a sapling blown down by the wind.

Only then did the doctor recognize the newcomer's appearance.

He had seen her before.

He had met her once at the Gate of Saints.

"We're not too late, are we?"

The silver-haired, red-eyed woman, wearing a wide-brimmed hat and carrying an alien greatsword, raised her chin and greeted the doctor.

"Who...who are you? Why did you save me? No, no, no, how did you get here before this?"

The doctor was somewhat incoherent.

Although his language logic was sound, even he couldn't come up with a satisfactory list of questions in the face of this unexpected situation.

"How did we get here... just like this." The silver-haired woman's expression was calm. After confirming that the captain on the ground was completely unconscious, she pointed to the huge hole behind the doctor that connected to the prison's pipe network. "I think the sound of the chiseling through the wall was quite loud, didn't you hear it?"

"It's not so much that they heard it or not... the whole prison probably heard it." The doctor's lips twitched. "With that kind of commotion, I reckon they were almost thinking it was a natural disaster."

"Really? That's good, although I don't think I used that much force... Anyway, we don't have much time left, so let's hurry." The silver-haired woman walked towards the doctor.

"Wait a minute," the doctor called to the woman. "Let me confirm two things first."

"We can talk about it on the way." The woman didn't look to either side, but walked towards the hole in the wall. "If it's about why I came to save you, we don't have to discuss it now."

"Before that, could you save one more person?" the doctor pleaded. "One—"

"—The little girl?" The silver-haired woman glanced back. "I went to her first. Otherwise, why do you think there was such a commotion in the prison?"

"Ah." Upon hearing this, the doctor was speechless.

So the tremors earlier were the sounds made during the rescue of Levini?

"So everything's alright now?" The woman stood at the cave entrance, looking at the doctor. "If everything's alright, then let's go. Or is there something important they've taken from you that you have to retrieve?"

“Yes,” the doctor nodded. “They took one of my black leather suitcases.”

"Where?" the woman asked.

“Prison storage room,” the doctor replied.

"Ah, it's on the way." The woman nodded. "Just take it with you when you go out. Let's go."

The sound of heavy military boots pounding on the ground began to come from outside the door.

"Okay, let's go."

The doctor turned around, picked up the captain's hammer, and followed the woman out of the cell, jumping into the prison's network of pipes.

-

To be honest, even the doctor didn't expect that the two would reunite in such an unexpected place.

“She’s asleep,” Skadi said softly. “Just hold her.”

After following the silver-haired woman along the pipe for a while, he saw Levini, who was being placed by the pipe and breathing peacefully. In a brief conversation that followed, he learned that her name was Skadi.

“The pressure is too much,” Skadi said as they walked. “A child her age shouldn’t have to bear this kind of pressure and madness that even adults can’t handle. So as soon as her highly tense mind relaxes even a little, her consciousness immediately shuts down and she falls asleep.”

“I understand,” the doctor nodded.

“That’s true, after all, you’re a doctor, you should know more than I do,” Skadi said after thinking for a moment.

“The prison storage room wall is about a hundred meters ahead,” Skadi said. “I’ll go in and get your suitcase while I’m at it, and then we can leave.”

"How do we leave?" the doctor asked.

“There’s a fairly large main ventilation duct; you can just walk straight out from there,” Skadi replied. “I doubt the people who built the prison ever thought of that.”

"They never imagined that someone could actually break through the prison wall with a single punch..." the doctor quipped.

As a doctor and an amateur Originium Arts researcher, the doctor was able to confirm that there was undoubtedly anti-Originium Arts paint on the prison walls.

The thickness and strength of that coating were almost military-grade, more than enough for use as prison walls.

In other words, Skadi's method of breaking through the wall was not Originium Arts at all, but simply physical strength.

She punched her way through the wall.

What kind of person could do something like that?

The doctor dared not ask, nor was it appropriate to ask.

First, they are currently on the run, and the timing is not right.

Secondly, he was afraid that Skadi would punch him if he asked the question.

"All right."

Skadi stopped in her tracks, and after briefly estimating the distance between the walls with her eyes, she stood in front of a slightly bluish wall.

"This is the prison storage room. Hopefully, there aren't too many people inside."

She stepped forward and took a deep breath.

Then, as if to render the entire scene in black and white, he threw a punch.

Fist hunting.

The doctor couldn't see the exact moment she threw the punch; he only heard a sound like a blade cutting through flesh echoing in his ears.

The next moment, the thick wall, like tofu deliberately mashed with a spoon, shattered and burst in different directions and shapes, spilling soup everywhere.

"boom!"

At extremely close range, the doctor experienced what it felt like to face a natural disaster head-on.

Bricks and stones flew everywhere.

"call."