Nikke, something’s seriously wrong with this evacuation point! Chapter 145 145: Now It’s Your Turn to Endure Your Little Si

"S-Sorry!"

Finally calming down from her emotional outburst, Cinderella at last realized what she had just said. Her face turned as red as a ripe apple, as if water might drip from it at any mont. Covering her face, she directly buried herself into Siren's embrace.

"Mmm… mm…"

Siren wore an expression that was both amused and helpless. But as Cinderella's younger sister, accepting her older sister's clinginess was also part of her duty.

anwhile, Charon, standing at the center of the storm, had fled to the kitchen to cook.

The owner of this café had evacuated very late. According to Rose's online investigation, it seed they had managed to obtain qualifications to enter the Ark, so they had simply abandoned everything and perford a full-on "run." Right now they were probably already waiting outside the Ark's gates.

The café itself? aningless now.

Better to bring one's skills into the Ark and secure a relevant position through the governnt there.

A lot of people saw things very clearly–especially those who had already secured entry qualifications. They understood that this migration was also a complete reshuffling of society. If they wanted to beco part of the upper class inside the Ark, they needed to seize the opportunities that would appear imdiately after entering.

Anyway, back to the point.

The refrigerator was still full of ingredients. After removing the spoiled parts, there was still enough left to make a proper birthday al.

Cinderella had wanted to help too, but Abe stopped her.

As the hidden master chef among them, only Abe had ever tasted Cinderella's cooking. As for the three younger sisters, they didn't even know Cinderella could cook.

"Siren, Siren…"

"Do you think Mister Charon will see as so girl with really strong possessiveness?"

Siren could only stay silent.

Not because she had nothing to say–but because she literally couldn't speak.

So she could only look toward Abe for help. But the mont she looked over, she froze.

That woman was actually holding a tablet and quietly chatting into it.

Because of the distance, Siren couldn't hear what Abe was saying, but it was obvious she had no ti to deal with things over here.

At the kitchen doorway, two small figures were leaning against the circular serving window.

"Hansel thinks Mister Charon should be a professional chef. What does Gretel think?"

"Agreed."

"The research institute only gives us flavorless nutrition als! What's even the point of that?! Hansel and Gretel deserve delicious food too!"

"Delicious food!"

…Alright then.

Apparently those two had no ti for them either.

But strangely enough, this chaotic atmosphere actually stirred sothing within the Little rmaid.

Even if speaking was difficult, humming a lody posed no problem at all.

Softly, she began humming an unknown tune.

Even Siren herself didn't know where the lody ca from, but it possessed a soothing quality that cald the heart. She humd absentmindedly, completely imrsed in it.

And by the ti the song ended, the entire café had fallen silent.

At so point, the Candy House twins had already gathered beside her, wearing expressions of pure intoxication.

Cinderella had also sat up long ago, quietly leaning against the sofa. Only a faint blush remained on her cheeks now.

"It sounds wonderful."

The kitchen door opened.

Charon pushed out a serving cart and looked toward Siren, whose face was gradually turning redder and redder.

"Siren, thank you."

Siren lowered her head. Her heartbeat steadily accelerated.

"Ah, ah!"

The next second, she directly hid behind the sofa Cinderella was sitting on, revealing only one eye. But the mont it t Charon's gaze, she imdiately hid again.

"Uh… am I really that scary?"

Charon couldn't figure out what he had said that was so frightening. But when he looked up, he saw Abe staring at him with utter disdain.

"What did I even do this ti? Your expression's way too weird."

"You bastard… anyway, stay away from my girls."

Abe narrowed her eyes at him.

"Alright, alright…"

Charon raised his hands in surrender.

"Then do you all want to eat? I can only say… I really did my best."

Naturally, there was a birthday cake.

There were proper dishes too, though because ingredients and seasonings were limited, he could only manage sothing close to fast food. Still, it was more than enough.

For Nikkes who lived on nutrient solutions year-round, this was already an unimaginably luxurious feast.

Hansel and Gretel reacted imdiately.

The two of them quickly carried over tables and pushed them together into one huge table, spread a tablecloth over it, and then ran back to help serve the dishes.

Before long, a table full of exquisite food had been arranged.

At nearly the sa mont, Abe and Siren distributed the birthday hats they had prepared beforehand to all the Nikkes present.

After all, they had already agreed that everyone's birthday would be celebrated on the sa day.

So naturally, the celebration would also be shared together.

Under Abe and Charon's arrangents, the four Nikkes gathered around the table and began singing the birthday song, while Rose–who had completely taken control of the café's circuitry and electronic systems–handled the accompanint.

Everyone looked incredibly happy.

Even though Siren couldn't sing the actual lyrics, she still humd along with the lody.

Abe and Charon stood nearby.

"Thanks for your hard work, Rose."

[Since it's my little sisters' birthday, then as their older sister, of course I have to make sure everything's perfect.]

From the very start at the institute until now, she had constantly been hiding the girls' whereabouts.

She had even created the illusion that they were still inside the research facility–researchers passing by could hear voices but see nobody. Naturally, nobody would intentionally go check whether they were actually there either.

[Anyway, I'll leave the rest to you guys. I'm going to rest for a bit.]

Charon narrowed his eyes.

Even though Rose said that, she was probably just going off to play gas.

After all, if she actually participated in the rest of the birthday celebration, she'd probably feel awkward.

He had already realized it:

Rose constantly called herself the older sister, but if she truly had to et her younger sisters face-to-face, she'd beco shy.

So Charon stared at Abe.

When she looked back at him with confusion, he finally began his little performance.

He shot Abe a aningful look, glanced at the Shittim Chest, then toward Cinderella and the others, and revealed a smile that clearly said "you know what I an."

Abe understood almost instantly.

She lowered her head and thought for several seconds before showing a helpless expression and rolling her eyes at him.

Still, she moved forward anyway.

The Shittim Chest was currently still in her hands.

"Everyone, I have sothing to say."

Abe lifted the device and turned the screen toward the second-generation Fairy Tale Nikkes.

At that instant, Rose felt an overwhelming sense of danger.

But she had already lost the chance to stop Abe.

"I've told you stories about the Goddess Squad before," Abe began. "But do you rember ntioning that while Liliweiss wasn't part of the Fairy Tale series, Dorothy–the earliest mber to join the Goddess Squad–was Fairy Tale Type Number Two?"

Without waiting for their reactions, Abe pointed toward the white-haired girl displayed on the tablet screen.

"That's right. Number One is right here."

"This person is your eldest sister–the First-Generation Fairy Tale Nikke, Unit Number One…"

"Sleeping Beauty."

The Nikkes all froze with their mouths hanging open.

Their minds contained only three words:

What did you just say??

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[…H-Hello, everyone.]

Rose's voice ca out fragnted and shaky.

She was obviously on the verge of completely crashing ntally.

As for the mastermind behind all this, Charon's face was filled with delight.

He had wanted to see this scene for a very long ti.

Rose, this is what you get for being such a coward.

Now it's your turn to endure your little sisters' admiring gazes!