Well, if you're cramped on the ground trying to extract information, it doesn't seem possible.
Or is that okay to fulfill? I just ate the stun gun I say in my previous life. Oh, it shouldn't.
"Well, okay. As much as I carry this stuff with me, I guess I'll be asking anyway."
Besides, I can't possibly pull out a lot of information.
Under the black coat there are as many as eight daggers just visible.
At this rate, there would be numerous dark vessels planted on the cuffs and behind the shoes as well.
Glad Celia's not hurt. Really.
"If so, do we have to talk to Reesha's catcher?"
"What about this man?"
"You don't have a problem with it if you just tie it up and roll it. If you keep a dagger around, someone will call for a guard."
Looking down at the man again.
Back length is no different than our relative man. A man in his 30s or so who seems to be everywhere. The race is human.
I asked Elsa just in case, and she doesn't look familiar.
Nor did he seem to have any idea why he was being targeted.
……
uncomfortable like a small bone stabbed in the back of my throat.
There's an overlook somewhere, not that.
We should already have all the pieces we can deduce.
However, there is not enough certainty to be able to prune the branches of possibility.
"Mr. Elsa, come with us for a moment. We haven't decided it's safe yet."
"... who the hell are these guys?
"I'm going to make sure of that now."
When I go back to Elsa's house, I see something terrible.
"Reesha!? What happened!?
Reesha, who was supposed to be holding the man back, was standing alone staring in the wrong direction.
When he notices me with his voice rough, he casts a shadow on his expression one beat late.
"I'm sorry, I got away"
Reesha's hand was white as she groaned with sincere regret.
Hold your trembling hand gently.
"If Risha is safe, fine. I knew they were in character."
"Still, give me a chance because of what Rosie made me, me -"
"It's okay, everyone has their failures. More than that, tell me how that man got away. My joints were solidified even in the eyes of amateurs, and I don't think I could get out of it, no matter how I scratched them."
Ugh, Riesha sighs.
"I took my shoulder off myself. Without any hesitation, without raising one groan."
I looked at that hand as if it reminded me of an unpleasant feeling.
"... I see, because none of the guys I've fought with have done so far. It's too different in the first place."
"That's true, too, but it's not simply inferior to skill... uh, what do you say, the..."
"Ready?"
"Yes, that's it! I felt a strong will to run away at all costs."
Strong will, hey.
Obviously an unusual person attacks the average person for about two people - I don't know what it means more and more if there's going to be a strong will involved there.
"Reesha, for once, I'm sure that means those two were after Mr. Elsa from the beginning? Your feelings about combat are more accurate than mine."
"... right. Seemed to regard us as enemies too, but I got the impression that Celia was in a hurry when she let Elsa go."
I knew it.
If Risha says so, no doubt about it.
I mean, we just happen to be the regulars.
Then what would have happened if we weren't here?
"Mr. Elsa, have you had combat training?
"As much as I learned to defend myself at school, that's not what you call combat training, is it?
"You don't say. Which means if it weren't for us, it would have been kidnapped or -- no, from the belongings of the man Celia knocked down, we should have seen that he was definitely killed."
"How could I!?
Yes, "why”.
There are no more answers out there than a man who knows that is not in this room.
"Then all you have to do is talk to the other one I captured. There's nothing you need to focus on the man who escaped."
"I won't struggle if I can do that. He's just a killer hired for money. They won't ask me why I'm targeting them."
"... Rosie, skipping the explanation process is a bad idea."
This is rude, make me laugh my shoulder off.
"The man you knocked down stands by outdoors, which means he's behind. The insurance policy is just in case the man who ran away screwed up. The rationale is clear, otherwise we wouldn't have had time to split up and be pinched."
"Speaking of which..."
"There may be a reason it's because we don't need two of them, but at the time we had an unscheduled person at the target's house in the first place, we should have been able to rendezvous once and then rebuild the operation. You didn't do it because you either licked us or you didn't have that much trust."
"I can't even say it's a trick... well, it's a trick."
"Yeah, I was talking, and somehow I was able to sort out the information. Stay with me for a minute. The place is... right, how about an example bar?