Surprisingly, in order to welcome Ryuzoji Temple, children lined up from the entrance to the opposite elevator, wearing uniforms that looked like staff.

"Get ready..."

"Mr. Ryuzoji, welcome back."

The children saluted together.

Their greeting voices were slightly irregular, just like children should.

A long line of people came in from the outside, passed through the hall, and extended towards the door inside. They must be the lost sheep who came to Ryuzoji Temple for help. The room behind the door should be for consulting cases or talking about worries.

The place.

The young man in a suit and vest pressed the elevator button.

The door opened immediately and they pushed the wheelchair into the elevator backwards.

"You come in too."

May Yuyue entered the elevator as Ryuzoji said.

A second before the elevator door closed, two children wearing work clothes and holding mops and buckets hurried in.

"Ah, Mr. Ryuzoji, welcome back."

"Welcome back."

the two children said in unison.

The elevator door closed and the elevator began to rise.

"Is the cleaning finished?"

Ryuzoji asked the teenagers.

"Yes, the windows and floors were polished to a gleaming shine."

"It's polished until it shines."

"very good."

The children were very proud of Ryuzoji's words.

The children got off on the third floor, the elevator continued to rise, and the three got off on the fifth floor.

The corridor covered with red carpet stretches straight forward.

The young man in a vest slowly pushed Ryuzoji's wheelchair forward.

"You must be wondering what kind of show this is." Ryuzoji seemed to have read through her thoughts.

"Perhaps you still have the feeling that you have mistakenly entered a cult. However, this is my daily life without any pretense."

People are full of respect for Mr. Ryuzouji and come to him for help.

The children who have full trust in him and work under him.

This is the scene that the great detective who has saved countless people from fire and water is used to seeing.

This is how the successful detective sees the world from his chair.

It is also the peaceful utopia he created.

But why does he want the girl to see this?

At the end of the long corridor is a double door.

As soon as the three of them approached, the door sensed and opened automatically.

However, the scene behind the door is in sharp contrast to the pure and beautiful world of Neverland, where the hero is a lonely battlefield.

Files and documents piled up like mountains, information books were arranged in a mess, and photos and notes were posted everywhere.

The room was about thirty desks wide, with books stacked everywhere forming mountains and scattered papers forming an ocean. It was simply a natural courtyard.

Perhaps it can be said that this room is the result of the exact image in Ryuzoji's mind.

After entering the room, Ryuuzouji flexibly maneuvered his wheelchair and ducked into a corner of the room. He could barely make out a round table over there.

The young man in a suit and vest who was pushing the wheelchair bowed slowly and exited the room.

Only two people, Yui and Ryuzoji, were left.

Ryuzoji coughed painfully for a while, threw some kind of pill into his mouth, and took a swig from the whiskey bottle.
Chapter completed!