Genius Scammers Want an Easy Life After Reincarnation

"You don't seem very convinced."

"Of course. As you put it, the“ patchworkers "acted in the interests of justice."

"It's not just malice that kills people, maybe it is."

You don't think the Patchworkers are malicious? What kind of stupid story is that? "

Celia tells her to throw up.

"That's the difference between a normal person and a psychopath. For us, serial killers, just preachers who resist discrimination for him and his followers - that's what happens."

But!

Encourage Celia to settle down in a rough voice.

"Celia, I'll tell you one thing. The criterion of good and evil is, after all, nothing but human retribution. I don't really have to be good or evil. All you have to do is fulfill your purpose, right?

My words made Celia weaken her angry shoulders. [M]

"... I know a little bit why you called yourself a psychopath. You are also outside the values of good and evil."

"That's the way it is."

Raise your hand toward the counter.

I pointed an empty glass at the master I noticed and asked for a refill.

"To sum up, here's the thing. The“ patchworkers ”committed murder out of their own sense of justice. What a selfish message that people should be one beyond the boundaries of their race."

"I don't think I'm mistaken...."

"That's the problem. Self-expression is fine, but the method is wrong. There could have been as many other ways to do it."

"Not necessarily."

The master who was pouring apple juice said shortly.

"Not everyone is as smart as Rosie. The story that silver-haired elves were enrolled in Romeria Magic School, is it also Rosie who made that happen?

Yeah, well...

"It's not for everyone. Discrimination is deeply rooted."

See the Master.

"Something on my face?

"No, I wondered what Master would do."

"Hey, Rosie! You can't be the master....."

"It's not impossible. At least if you have a special feeling for discrimination, everyone is a suspect."

Hmm, Master looks up diagonally.

"When I was young, I joined an autonomous organization because I lost my dear friend to persecution for no reason."

"That's a silver-haired elf."

"... I know it's not a guesswork. You must have said that for some reason."

"If you knew the school story, you'd realize that Risha was the silver-haired elf who was with me and still wearing a hat indoors. Yet you are not aware at all. Because I had contacts with silver elves in the past."

That's right.

Encourage the Master to clap his hands with an emotional expression.

"As you may have noticed, I wanted to clear up his carelessness. And because I was a silver-haired elf, I wanted to change the autonomous organization that I didn't interact with properly from the inside."

"Is that how you confront Master's discrimination?

"Yes, but I've lost my valued men to sin, and I'm running a shop in a place like this."

It makes sense.

And there's no sign that you're lying.

"Thank you. I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's okay. Please let me know if you need anything else."

Someone pinched my thigh as I was walking away from the master's back.

"It hurt."

"What are you doing, Rosie? The Master has been chasing the Patchworkers!

He sticks his face out as he taps the table.

Wipe with a napkin the marks of the soup on the mouth of the swelling surface.

"One of the psychopathic tendencies to commit crimes is to be willing to participate in the investigation of one's own case. Not only can I control the information from the inside, but I can also enjoy thrills and excitement when I see people desperately searching for me."

"No, I've never heard of it. What kind of world are we talking about? Are you sure this is gonna be a good time?

"Just one of the trends. I've been thinking about that possibility and asking questions."

"So, what's the result?

Celia still looks at me like she criticizes me. [M]

I would like to avoid any further deterioration of the relationship, but what should we do now?

"... okay, okay, surrender. Let's follow your style. [M] Now, when you suspect the Master, you need to find clear evidence, okay?

"Hmm, then I'm not complaining either. He's my dad's benefactor and mine. I can't overlook how rude you are."

Celia returned to her seat.

Well, I'm sorry about Celia, but I'll keep her inside the suspect.

It's only a level of probability, but I can't say more than zero.