Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

One beautiful morning, before the sun rose and everyone in the Oritis Manor was still asleep, a sudden, earth-shattering roar woke everyone who was resting in the manor.

Naib Sabeda, the mercenary who had participated in the entire night shift, was the first to kick open his door. "Who's so heartless as to make such a noise so early in the morning? Aren't you going to the morning shift today? Aren't you going to play the afternoon ranked match?"

At the same time, Norton Campbell in the next room pushed open the door while covering his ears: "I don't know who did it, so uncultured." The prospector who worked all night fighting the alliance yesterday looked even gloomier and secretly sighed.

William Ellis, who lived next door, looked sleepy. He rubbed his eyes and pushed open the door: "It can't be those research fanatics making trouble again. I remember the owner of the manor warned many times that no unreported experiments can be carried out." The dark-skinned athlete yawned and prepared to turn around and go back to his room for a nap.

In the room next to him was the undertaker Iseult Karl. The unsociable undertaker simply opened his door a crack, stuck his head out to look around at what was happening in the corridor, then retracted it and closed the door again.

At that moment, a figure shrouded in black robes ran into the dormitory corridor where the group was trying to survive. It was the prophet Eli Clark. The prophet, who had always been on the ban list and therefore avoided night shifts, had always maintained his habit of rising early to pray in the manor lobby. His hurried return must have been accompanied by something that even this druid prophet found incomprehensible. As expected, the prophet had brought a call for assembly from the manor owner.

As the doors opened one by one, the survivors, some looking reluctant, some looking resentful, were forced to get up early and gather in the lobby of the Oredis Manor.

"What the hell happened? I was doing experiments last night and didn't go to bed until very late. Why are you calling us to gather so early in the morning?" Prisoner Luca Balsa lay on the dining table in the lobby with a look of despair on his face, full of complaints.

The main character, now awake and unable to sleep, devoured the food on the table. Worried about him choking, the postman, Victor Granz, poured him a glass of orange juice and then knelt down to feed his good friend, the dog, Wick.

"It seems something big has happened! Not only has the owner of the manor summoned us, but all the supervisors have been summoned as well." The lively mechanic Tracy Leznik said as she pushed Luca to try to change his lying position.

"Who cares what happened? Are we going to get compensation for holding an emergency meeting like this?" Norton stuffed the last piece of white bread into his mouth and complained incoherently.

"The sudden noise and the hurried call, I feel that there must be the intervention of the supreme power! My supreme Lord leads me to see the truth! The manor is now under the control of completely unfamiliar rules, and only God's grace can protect us from being harmed." Priest Fiona Gilman said mysteriously.

The prophet added, "I saw the manor passing through the fog, crossing the border, distorting time and space. Incomprehensible media flowed in the undetectable void. Those media seemed to be a kind of inexplicable rules, which could disturb people's minds. This is terrible."

The responses from these two individuals, closely associated with the gods, left the other survivors baffled and perplexed. William's small eyes shone with confusion. "Are they even speaking human language?" Another dark-skinned athlete, batsman Ganj Gupta, agreed. "You're not the only one who doesn't understand."

The survivors immediately turned their gazes to the last member closely connected to metaphysics—Patricia Dorival. The sorcerer, apparently unconcerned with their inquiring gazes, spoke softly, "The future of the manor is shrouded in thorns. We need only accept the pain and forge ahead without further concern."

Crowd of survivors: So you just said that the manor is facing an uncontrollable crisis.

"Without a doubt, this is a great adventure! Kurt Frank, the greatest adventurer of this century, will set out again in another world!" Adventurer Kurt stood up excitedly and announced loudly.

Survivors: 6 Oh, how do your train of thought connect with these three charlatans?

The atmosphere on the supervisor's side was also very subtle. After greeting each other, they discussed the earth-shaking loud noise just now.

"So what was that sound, Alva? It can't be that your little apprentice is doing some illegal experiment." Jack wiped his claw blade and asked leisurely while sitting in a chair.

"No, not Luca. His recent experiments have all been reviewed by me. I reported to the manor owner and applied for experimental qualifications only after confirming that there were no risks. He would not do such an outrageous thing." The tall hermit frowned and said.

"We have so many ghosts and gods here. If it is a supernatural phenomenon, why not ask them what happened?" Apostle An suggested after silently making a prayer gesture.

"I'm very sorry. My brother and I didn't realize what happened." The two Sushan brothers bowed and apologized.

"In that case, what do you think, Lord Hastur? Even though there is only a clone here, you are undoubtedly the strongest among all the gods." Photographer Joseph asked.

"I don't know the specific situation, but judging from my perception, we seem to have entered another world." Hastur's voice came from under his slightly tattered hood.

"Another world? This is really strange, but no matter what happens, the owner of the manor will always give an explanation, right?" The Dream Witch was not nervous at all. Instead, she played with her hair with her fingers with interest.

After a commotion of discussions about survival and supervision, Miss Nightingale finally stepped forward and brought a message from the owner of the manor.

"Everyone, there is no doubt that our manor has been drawn into another world. We are now controlled by this world and cannot return to our original world in a short time. Now, according to the instructions of the manor owner, we need to participate in the process of this world in order to obtain the energy to return to our original world." Miss Nightingale read aloud.

"What? So we traveled through time? Does that make sense?"

"There are so many evil spirits in the manor, wearing more clothes seems to make me look a little more normal."

"Aren't there several ancient gods in that manor? Isn't their power enough to send us back?"

"Not necessarily. The Ancient Gods are just clones. Their power was restricted when they were in the manor. Now that the world has changed, they are probably also affected."

The survivors were discussing what was happening.

"So even Lord Hastur and the Witch Lady can't escape this world?" someone on the supervisor's side asked.

"After feeling it, it seems that the world we live in now is dominated by technology. There is a little bit of magical energy leakage, but the amount is too small. Hastur and I have been greatly weakened in power. I guess we can only do some tricks, hehe~" The Dream Witch still looked nonchalant, downplaying the crisis in front of her, as if losing power was just a joke to her.

"Then, what should we do, Robbie, Robbie wants to go home, woo~" The crybaby still had a child's heart and couldn't help crying.

"Oh, good boy Robbie, don't cry, don't cry. The owner of the manor also said there is a way to go back. Don't worry, we will go home." Spider Valletta quickly moved to Robbie's side to comfort him.

"Ahem, with all due respect, it seems we should start planning our return journey now, everyone." First mate Jose Baden knocked on the table and raised his voice.

"Jose is right, Miss Nightingale. I wonder if the owner of the manor has any information about this world? If we want to participate in the progress of this world, we must first understand this world." Antique dealer Qi Shiyi waved his mechanical flute and asked.

"Yes." Miss Nightingale's voice was still low: "The owner of the manor has already prepared a response strategy and relevant information."

"By the way, you should have heard of this world." Miss Nightingale smiled and said, "The name of this world is Detective Conan."