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(A small consortium, huh? Well, at least they want to embed their deceptive facade into the minds of those interested, to lower surveillance. To diminish their reputation slightly, ensuring sufficient security.)
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A wave of sadness spontaneously fell, and Lady De Polcester's tearful face revealed her core desire for justice. Cake's monkey brain seemed to freeze for a moment, translating the "additional" meaning Agnes had mentioned.
Gloomy faces started to develop significantly. Fear and despair swept over each individual. Cake might not be too frightened if they were merely trying to escape. The problem was the theft of something important, a sin that could not be forgiven. It was like a curse that continued to manifest as terror.
‘So, this is what it means, Agnes?’ Cake pondered and weighed his options. It wasn't about fighting against one person but a group of individuals. It wasn't a group of low-level suited men; they were like whales. It wasn't about demeaning himself, but even with Agnes and Aunt Mildsven, Cake should be more concerned about his own well-being than others.
"It's like the beginning of a video game and facing the final boss right away, huh?" Cake quipped, pursing his lips.
(There is no life without challenges, perhaps it should be that way. But realizing that you can't defeat an enemy and still choosing to fight is a futile act of determination. However, I still want to know the details.)
"So, what are the details?"
Lady De Polcester composed her sobbing rhythm. She strengthened and calmed her heart momentarily.
Lady De Polcester recounted that her husband, Michizaburo Shio, was a brilliant and highly competent scientist and general practitioner. He tended to provide two conclusive solutions to his patients, even in critical and life-threatening situations, surpassing the limitations of regular anti-inflammatory procedures and opting for steroids. His mindset prioritized safety.
"When the company held an online conference, I often met him. I was quite pleased with his unique and sometimes eccentric ideas. His way of thinking always sought alternatives. At that time, this villa was still an ordinary two-story house, and I was just a company pawn without knowing the truth. One day, he contacted me privately," Lady De Polcester explained.
"About what?" Cake asked.
"He said he was reassigned to search for plants in Britain. Then, he visited this place. After a year, he settled in Scotland and frequently met me. I was very happy when he proposed to me, and we got married. A week after the wedding, he seemed to have made up his mind about something. My husband told me something very shocking," she continued.
A hint of her gaze slightly lowered. Lady De Polcester was hesitant to reveal further.
(Hearing that, I felt a shiver down my spine. How could I not? I felt like I was one step closer to knowing something.)
(Lady Fogarty De Polcester revealed that her husband, Michizaburo Shio, had been on the run from the company for a year, claiming to be reassigned. He chose Lady De Polcester as his wife because of her humane and measured thinking. Lady De Polcester was informed that the underground laboratory in Yamanashi Prefecture, Japan, was conducting highly peculiar and deviant experiments. Believe me, anyone hearing this would feel horrified.)
As if discovering a great secret from the darkness of the company, the information was not easily obtained, not by just anyone. Cake felt like he had received a diamond in the form of information.
"Experiments on human antibody reactivity. Meaning, they manipulated the bodies of innocent people, Madame?" Cake asked.
Lady De Polcester shook her head slightly. "There were indeed volunteers, but most were criminals sentenced to life imprisonment or death."
"But were those criminals informed beforehand, through any form of notification?"
"Yeah. There would be no news, and they would disappear. That's what my husband said," she replied.
(The concept is similar to movies, well, there is some truth to it because that approach is effective and efficient. Besides, even if they disappear, no one misses the criminals. They are naturally outcast. And those volunteers? Perhaps they are unemployed individuals enticed by large sums of money or simply lost souls with no purpose in life. Once again, no one misses or mourns their loss.)
Furthermore, Lady De Polcaster stated that the work was divided into several teams, and none of them had succeeded. Many of the test subjects experienced vomiting, flu-like symptoms, hallucinations, or even immediate death. The experiments aimed to develop a vaccine that would provide immunity against future outbreaks. The vaccine was nearing its final phase of development. However, as it approached the last stage, its effects became stronger. And the only answer in case of failure was instant death for the subjects.
At one point, Lady De Polcester's husband, Michizaburo Shio, managed to complete the final stage of the vaccine. But it was far from a celebration of success because two components had to be fulfilled. the final-stage vaccine and surviving subjects after injection.
"My husband grew tired of seeing each subject end up dead. His guilt kept growing day by day until he decided to do something desperate. He injected the vaccine into himself," Lady De Polcester explained.
"And what happened?" Cake asked curiously.
(Of course, Michizaburo Shio experienced everything that the subjects felt. Nausea, dizziness, hallucinations, weakness, shortness of breath, and more. If the pain continued for more than five minutes, he would surely die. But fortune was still on his side because immediately after that, his body felt nothing. Completely normal, even more energetic. That's what Lady De Polcester said.)
"Then he wrote down all the formulas in the computer, but with one mistake. So that the object wouldn't materialize. He realized that his blood was the key to the vaccine. The problem was, with all the various issues he went through, the dead subjects, and the pain after receiving the vaccine itself, my husband began to realize that something was wrong. He immediately delved deeper into the special administration locker. And he found something," Lady De Polcester instructed Aunt Mildsven to fetch something from her room on the ground floor.
(Lady De Polcester never fails to make me curious, whether it's her appearance or the countless secrets she tries to bury.)
Within moments, she brought a suitcase. The suitcase was opened right in the middle between Cake and Lady De Polcester. She sorted through some documents and handed an envelope to Cake.
The envelope had something written on it.
Major funding agreement for the "Rat Road" large-scale project - Small consortium, Route54B
Cake slowly opened the envelope and took out a letter.
The results must be completed by the specified time of the conference. The highlighted list of our attention:
Tinzaferon Pharmaceutical (Japan)
Estrodenu Biotoxin (Africa)
Macrospinex (USA)
SecretGate (Scotland)
We will provide additional funding for the above list. Let's compete for greater rewards. Let's make this project a success.
"What does this mean, Milady?" Cake asked, her face tensing.
"I am an employee at SecretGate, and my husband works at Tinzaferon. The envelope actually never reach to me nor my husband, or it only from higher position. But my husband secretly took it. After knowing all the facts, we decided. After we got married, we decided to leave the company unilaterally because of their dangerous goals. Maybe that's why they started investigating us. But they shouldn't know this address because I provided a different address when I registered at my workplace," she added. "There's a lot more information, along with rewards that I've prepared once you solve the case I presented." Lady De Polcester quickly closed the suitcase and pulled it away from Cake.
(In other words, Lady De Polcester essentially wants to make a trade. I know that information can kill her happiness in the future. Through Agnes, at least Lady De Polcester can understand what I want.)
(Taking advantage of that moment, I only had one choice. That choice would undoubtedly impact everyone.)
As if slapped in an interrogation disguised as an isolation room, Cake faced a risky negotiation. As long as her feet touched the mud, every step she took would leave a mark. Not before her feet were cleaned again. Cake tightened her grip, swallowing the saliva filled with thorns.
Sooner or later, whether I like it or not, there is no escape, Cake repeated to himself.
"This is insane! Let me guess, after your husband wrote down one mistake in the formula, stole it, and escaped. And with the distribution of membership data in the company, you both became fugitives?"
"Three of us, then back to two. After they found out I had a potential successor and my husband managed to blow himself up in Loch Tay," Lady De Polcester replied resignedly.
(No child wants to ask for their stolen toy back, that's the law of cause and effect. Regardless of the reasons, I feel that Lady De Polcester and her husband chose the right path. And because of that reason, I am committed and competent not to let the actions of the wrong party go any further.)
(Now, what can I do?)
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