Nikke, something’s seriously wrong with this evacuation point! Chapter 146 146: Making a Wish

To be honest, there were probably only very few people who would feel shocked about that nonexistent Unit Number One.

Even within the Central Governnt, plenty of people knew absolutely nothing about her.

Among those who did know, aside from every mber of the Goddess Squad, there were only the original researchers involved in the project. Abe was naturally one of them.

Of course she wouldn't casually tell the second-generation Fairy Tale models about those things.

After all, according to her previous understanding, the First-Generation Fairy Tale Unit Number One had existed purely as an experintal prototype. Once it was confird that ordinary humans couldn't withstand the sa level of firepower as Liliweiss, she had essentially been abandoned.

But for so reason, they never discarded the designation "Unit Number One."

Instead, Dorothy had been designated as Unit Number Two.

As for the truth behind that… probably nobody would ever know.

Even Abe herself had no idea who exactly had been in charge of the project back then.

Still, none of that affected Sleeping Beauty's image as the eldest sister in the hearts of the Fairy Tale Nikkes.

"Big Sister…"

Cinderella's eyes sparkled brightly.

"Mmm, mmm…"

Siren's face was filled with admiration. The confusion she had been carrying for all this ti was finally resolved at this mont.

So the being who had effortlessly sealed her powers… was actually their eldest sister.

Originally, she had still felt a little unconvinced about it deep down.

But now, there was only one thought left in her heart:

Well then, that makes perfect sense.

"Wow, it's Big Sister! Gretel, it really is Big Sister!"

"She's so cute…"

"Gretel?!"

Charon thoughtfully arranged a special spot for the Shittim Chest so it could sit together with everyone in the circle.

The Nikkes also tacitly avoided asking why she appeared in this form.

After all, it very likely involved Sleeping Beauty's abilities.

"Well then, everyone, let's blow out the candles together. After making a wish, we can finally start eating!"

"A wish?"

Gretel's ears twitched.

She stared curiously at Charon, clearly asking why they needed to make wishes at a mont like this.

"How should I explain it…"

Charon looked directly at Gretel.

From the very beginning, this Nikke had always seed to exist as the shadow of her twin sister Hansel, yet in truth she was even more perceptive.

He pointed toward the candle nearest to her.

"Do you see this candle?"

She nodded innocently.

"The light of this candle represents the one mont in this world that belongs only to you."

At the sa ti, he looked toward all the Nikkes.

"The sa goes for all of you. Listen carefully–close your eyes."

His voice was gentle, causing the girls to unconsciously obey him and nervously close their eyes.

"At this mont, picture the scene you most wish to see in your heart."

"You don't need to think about logic."

"You don't need to consider whether it's possible."

Guided by Charon's words, scenes they had fantasized about countless tis slowly began appearing in the girls' minds.

"That scene… is your 'wish.'"

"Blowing out the candle ans hiding that wish within darkness."

"And from that mont onward, it becos a secret that belongs only to you."

"That's why people say…"

"Once a wish is spoken aloud, it stops coming true."

The Nikkes obediently followed his instructions.

What had initially seed like a simple ceremonial candle-blowing suddenly made them incredibly nervous.

"So then…"

"Have your wishes already been decided?"

Once all the candles were extinguished, Charon asked gently.

The girls imdiately nodded.

Each of them wore different emotions on their faces, but overall they all looked slightly excited.

Even Hansel and Gretel had started whispering to each other while occasionally glancing toward Charon.

"Um, Mister Charon, my wish–"

Cinderella had just started to say sothing when Charon quickly interrupted her.

"Alright, Ana, stop right there."

"I already said it–once a wish is spoken aloud, it won't co true anymore."

He raised one finger and winked at her.

"…Okay."

Cinderella obediently lowered her head, her voice soft as a mosquito's buzz.

"Even though I don't know what wishes all of you made," Charon said with a smile, "I believe they'll definitely co true."

"And even if they really can't…"

"You can co find ."

"I'll definitely do my best to make them co true."

"Really?"

Once again it was Gretel.

Both she and Hansel stared at Charon with sparkling eyes.

"Of course."

Charon smiled slightly.

No matter what the wish was, the Shelter probably had a solution for it.

…Probably.

anwhile, on the other side, Abe narrowed her eyes while watching her "daughters" happily chatting with Charon.

For a mont, she fell completely silent.

[Abe, looks like you're not in a very good mood right now.]

"You aren't either, Sleeping Beauty."

[Heh. I don't really care.]

Rose let out a cold laugh.

And honestly, she wasn't speaking without basis.

After all, inside the Shelter, she was the only one accompanying Charon.

Shiroko?

Pets weren't allowed at the table yet. She could wait until she grew up.

Though Abe had no idea where Rose got such confidence from, she herself truly had nothing to say.

Still…

Watching herself get left aside while Charon and the second-generation Fairy Tale girls chatted happily together sohow gave her the strange feeling of:

How did double happiness end up turning into this?

Fortunately, the feeling didn't last long.

After all, there was no way Charon and the Fairy Tale girls would forget Abe and Rose.

Cinderella and Hansel imdiately dragged Abe over from both sides, claiming they needed Abe to cut the cake.

anwhile, the Little rmaid hugged the Shittim Chest and began having an encrypted conversation with Rose.

Though the girl couldn't speak properly, she could still type.

Nobody knew what the two of them were talking about, but the Little rmaid looked extrely happy.

By nightti, Rose had even projected a popcorn movie onto the wall.

Everyone watched attentively.

Well… except for Cinderella, who stubbornly insisted on sitting right beside Charon, just like back in the old days.

Big hand holding little hand.

Only now, Cinderella was no longer the little girl who needed Charon's protection.

Now…

Cinderella could protect Charon.

Very quickly, ti reached midnight.

"The magic's ti is almost over…"

Cinderella spoke softly.

"Yeah."

Charon nodded.

"You all should stay inside the research institute for now."

"I don't know about other places, but at least there, it's still safe."

Whether because of its geographical location or the personnel stationed there, the research institute was currently the perfect shelter.

"Ana."

At the very end, Charon pulled an item out from his backpack and gently placed it into her hands.

Ana froze.

She lowered her head to look at it, then imdiately lifted her head again, her face filled with shock.

...

[Na: Golden Pocket Watch of the Gluttony Manager]

[Type: Accessory]

[Quality: Gold]

[Recycle Price: 3,500,000 Zero Coins]

[Usage Count: Permanent (1/1)]

[Effect 1: While equipped, the duration of all tid buffs on the holder is extended by 50%.]

[Effect 2: Crush the pocket watch to rewind the holder's life state to the values from 5 seconds earlier. The item will be permanently destroyed after use.]

[Note: He tried to make every banquet perfect, repeatedly turning back the hands of the clock until the ticking sound completely drowned out his thoughts.]

...

"This is the birthday gift I'm giving you."

"For now, only you get one."

"Later, I'll make it up to your younger sisters too."

Charon winked at her.

"So… could you let off just this once?"

"..."

Cinderella tightly gripped the pocket watch.

A smile unconsciously rose onto her lips.

Now that she had grown up, in Charon's eyes, she truly matched the phrase:

A single smile capable of enchanting a hundred beauties.

Ti itself seed to freeze at that mont.

At least, during that instant, Charon simply could not pull his eyes away from her smile.