"The answer to the first question."
Grab your pen and watch your voice again.
I wrote on the paper in front of me, "Why did the information gather so quickly?"
"I don't know."
When she raised her eyebrows, Celia looked at me. [M]
Not surprisingly, add “unknown” at the bottom of the question you just wrote.
"Hey, Rosie, this isn't the answer to your question. We've gathered information, and there must be a reason for that."
He nodded at Celia's words and held the ring.
"Gilli, tell him that you want to know who he's been collecting information from. If you can't tell me the details... yes, just ordinary people or not."
"... ordinary people. He always remembered the case in detail. I don't know why."
Asking Celia if she had any more questions, she shook her head sideways after a few seconds of thinking.
I nodded and then wrote, "Do you know anyone familiar with the patchworker case?"
Gilli, please answer the next question.
I don't know how to live in this city. It's harder to find him. Especially a familiar person, or a Norent kid who got his head chopped off. "
Writing Gili's words as they were, I heard a disappointing breath from the neighbor.
"Otherwise?
It seems that there was an old man who had been listening enthusiastically for years. It's either Anemone or Anemoye. "
"I'm the master."
Well, that's a good result.
If you were someone familiar with what happened seven years ago, there would be none other than the parties.
"The third question is no comment."
Rather, I don't know who I am, so I don't think I can answer.
Draw a line over the letter “Do you think Alec Norrent is a patchworker?"
I left a note beside it saying, "The age of the source is in the early teens."
"Okay. So please ask me one last question."
The fourth question is, "Who first comes to mind when I hear a nobleman rubbing off inconvenient facts with money and power?"
The answer came back without leaving my hair behind.
The Glendarek family. Well, I agree with him. "
"What do you mean?
Albert, the current lord, was incredibly powerful in his generation because he had crushed his opponent against himself. Of course, you'll never get out of the way. "
Behind my head is Miguel Rackman, the school gambler - a group of big men who took him with them.
Glendreck... no, not Albert's son. Regardless of who they were, they sealed off any trace of the incident and simultaneously wiped out a human named Miguel.
Extraordinary intimidation through mouth sealing and explicit representations of central figures.
A series of manualized flows suggest that similar behaviors have been repeated to date.
Guess.
In light of Celia's remarks to date, Alec Norrent is believed to be a law enforcement man like the police.
One day, he noticed a serious fraud or accidentally acquired information.
For example... yes, a very inconvenient secret for House Glendreck.
I don't know what he did afterwards.
Did you confirm the facts with the person in charge, did you continue the investigation to support the case, or did you use it as a forced story again?
All that is clear is that he was acquitted of society with his innocent sins.
No, wait...
"... why did Alec Norrent go all the way to being a patchworker, even though the Glendrek family has the power to disappear as easily as one person?
"Ah? Why? Because you couldn't just erase it."
Crispy pieces fall into your head when you say the most obvious words.
"Yes, that's right! Gili, there's an additional question for him.“ What would you do if you tried to crush a hostile informant? "
After a few seconds of silence, the answer came back exactly as I had imagined.
I think it's best to spread bad rumours about a chicken shop or getting a rat. That's right, the discredited informant is finished. "
"Don't you think that's true of Patchworkers?
"... I can read your thoughts somehow. If evidence has come out that can't be erased, you should lower the value of the evidence itself. Ha, that nobleman was doing it the way we wanted him to. I don't like it.
I told her to throw up.
I totally agree with you, the nobles are amazed to hear that.
Celia, I'm glad to hear it.
Place the pen that was still gripped.
"What the hell are you talking about? If you don't write me an exchange..."
"Alec Norrent probably had evidence of wrongdoing. A secret that will fatally threaten someone who has sinned against him."