It's been about 40 minutes since I had Elsa tell me as many old stories as I can remember while drinking Celia's brewed tea.

Celia's words that her father couldn't possibly kill people also accepted what was half-hearted.

He promised to help us in the future if we were to identify the real killer.

"Oh, you're leaving already? That's why I thought it would be dinner."

"No, because we have a curfew. If you stay too long, you won't be able to go home. Also with Kyle --"

When I stood down for Elsa's proposal, it happened abruptly.

"Eh."

It was Liesha who reacted first.

It would be a habit when I worked at the casino. Reaching under his skirt clouds his expression knowing that there is no dagger there.

Yes, I've had them removed since I enrolled in school.

I didn't think there was anything I had to use, and most importantly, regular girls don't carry that stuff with them.

The next person I noticed was me.

I see something happening in the big city and the relatively secure section, which is also in the average private house, when I see Reesha trying to pull out a dagger or something.

Direction -- kitchen side?

"Mr. Elsa, do you have any maneuvers in the kitchen?

"What, yeah. I do..."

"Then there it is. Riesha, Tactical Textbooks Page 210, Line 7 - It's a Delayed Fight. You can go?"

"What!? Me, I haven't even read that yet!

I laugh bitterly at Reesha in a hurry.

Although I have been blessed with the opportunity to come to this world and use my newly acquired knowledge, do you have time to give instructions?

"Then you just have to watch and match my movements. It is Mr. Elsa who has the highest priority. It's not me, okay?

"Oh, I see."

I'm not particularly lurking my voice for conversation.

It must have been passed on to the other side when this one was noticing.

Someone after us stopped turning off his footsteps, and it was a sign that he was gauging the timing of jumping out on the other side of the wall.

Based on the weight of the sound, he weighs about 80 kg, possibly a man, his shoes are non-slippery, he has some training from the way he travels his weight.

Sure, this doesn't even compare to a nasty student.

I could see why Risha tried to pull out the dagger without hesitation.

"Excuse me, Mr. Elsa, I'll do it a little flashy!

Pull down the tree table and make it a simple barricade towards the kitchen.

You must have guessed my intentions, Leesha threw a chair at me to fit.

"Celia took Elsa... didn't she have to"

Celia had already taken Elsa to the front door.

If you have concerns, the number of people you're dealing with.

I don't see that. The status quo, if they had suppressed the front door, would be out.

But we can't ignore the enemy in front of us. Do I have to believe Celia now?

Run or fight, it's too risky for Riesha to deal with a wary opponent in such a lockdown.

"If you show yourself, throw me a chair! Then immediately to the front door!

"Yes!"

I don't have enough muscle to throw, so I set up a chair in front of the hallway door that leads to the front door.

Clear as much clearance as Leisha can get through, of course.

Keep rushing to the front door.

The door is open and there's no sign of Celia and Elsa anymore. What will happen to the situation?

"Rosie! I'm coming!

Risha rushes from the back room with her silver hair moistened.

Behind it I heard the sound of pulling down the chair.

"Close the door! Hold him down with something!

Close the door screaming, not holding it down, just ears.

"Loj -"

Put your fingers up on your lips.

Tell them to hand sign so they are waiting in a slightly distant position.

Delayed combat, a table and chair you made into a barricade, and this door closed from the outside.

If you give him so many tips, he's got to be definitely mistaken over there.

The person I saw for a moment was about 175 cm tall, roughly 6 steps to the door considering the stride I made when I ran.

This is only a reference value, what matters is the sound and timing of the step - 3, 2, 1, now!

"Become -"

I grabbed the knob and opened the door for a breath.

The man who jumped out of the house glanced at him like he had lost his shoulder watermark, and was greatly out of balance.

I assumed it was solidified with something, and I guess I gained momentum and hit it well.

Yes, everyone is an amateur in this condition. It doesn't matter how much training you get.

"Reesha, secure!

Needless to say, Riesha, who was moving ahead unchanged in phase, decided to carry a beautiful one, twisting her arm as it was and stiffening it on her back side.

All right, this one's fine.

Nevertheless, Leisha just has to be clear with this guy.

What happened to Celia?

"Celia!

As he jumped out onto the road calling his name, Celia, with her baton-shaped magic guide, had just solved the arrangement.

There is a man beside him, cramped around the ground. I guess you even had a strong electric shock.

Elsa behind Celia - apparently safe.

Don't worry, she's not hurt.

"Sounds like it. I'm a little surprised you had combat skills."

With a bitter smile on his shoulder, Celia snorted with her face.

"Fighting techniques, self-defense techniques, tactical textbooks, all of which have been deciphered."

I see, with a grub.

So let's deal with delayed combat as soon as possible, and self-defense is a baton-shaped magic guide?

"Still, it's not something you can be aggressive about. You could have been hurt."

"She's an important reference person, and I have a duty to stand up to her and protect her."

Celia puts on a magic guide while she says that.

I'm worried about you, too, but don't say the word.

"... ok ok ok. Just don't push it too hard from now on."

"I'd like to accept, but I can't say that either."

"Huh?"

Celia looked straight at me as I walked up to the distance I could reach.

Red eyes glowing like blood in the sunset.

"I may have been afraid to find out the truth somewhere in my heart. I thought maybe you were really my dad."

"I naturally had that idea, too. Not until today, of course."

"I owe it to you. Thanks to you, I took a step forward. So..."

Celia looks down at the man on the ground.

More like a detective trying to extract information from a suspect in front of you than hate.

"So if I can't do it, I want to know the truth."

When she looked at me again, Celia smiled calmly.