"... Um, is it one?
With a face that hasn't swallowed the situation by one, Riesha raises her hand small.
"As far as I can tell, that“ patchworker "wanted to interfere with our investigation, didn't he? That's why I targeted Mr. Elsa. I don't think there's anything strange about it..."
As I opened my mouth to reply, Celia, holding down her temples, stuck her left hand out here.
I whisper at the intention. [M]
Sometimes a lecture to people can deepen their understanding of things.
Celia herself would like to organize the information.
"It's not unusual to kill or kidnap witnesses or officials because of the sealing of their mouths. But nearly a decade ago, what's the point of doing that in a case that's already solved?
"I panicked because I realized we were investigating... Oh, that? Well, then Celia's father..."
"Yes, my dad wasn't a real“ patchworker, "it would mean. And he was trying to teach us that on purpose. It means..."
Giri, and Celia's back teeth rang.
"It's a declaration of war. Ahead of what we're about to do, I'm alive, if you can catch me, do it, I appeal to you."
Fists trembling in anger are white.
The occasional leaky groans saw the fury raging around inside Celia.
"... Celia, hey"
Grab Celia's arm as she raises and lowers her shoulders with a rough breath and take her out of the store.
Though I made it look like I resisted lightly, but it was fine, and when I strengthened my tone of voice, I arrived very generously.
"What are you doing, Rosie?"
The sun had already set outside.
Although the temperature was still hot, if the wind blows, I can feel the coolness.
"Celia was about to get flat, so I thought I'd pull out the gas"
Show Celia the worn out signs I've found from behind the store.
The depicted menu is ravageable and unreadable, it's left out, and I'm pretty sure it's something to throw away first.
No matter how much I break this, it doesn't seem to be a problem.
"You're the one who said there's no point in spreading it, Rosie."
"Right, it doesn't make enough sense to do something about the status quo. But it helps."
I borrowed some bricks that had been unwrought and prepared an impromptu foundation.
"Well, try to think you've been fooled. Imagine the face of a“ patchworker, "and we'll just step through it all we want."
I put my hands on both shoulders of Celia, who looked suspicious.
It was hardened by the much unnecessary force of excitement.
"But you can't if you give it a little relief. Shame on you, get rid of all the outside stories, and do it for real. Like?"
"That being said..."
"It's okay, I'll be there for you."
Place a sign on top of the foundation and make Celia stand on its front.
"How do you feel now?
"... you wouldn't have to tell me."
"It makes sense to say it in your own mouth. Come on, answer?
A sighing Celia stares at me over her shoulder.
"It sucks. Because of him, my dad..."
"And then I even sold you a fight. Yes, as if to mock you for years to this day"
"I can't forgive you."
"How long?
"If I can, I want to kill you with this hand."
"Fine. You feel black emotions boiling down from the bottom of your stomach, don't you?
"... ahhh"
"It's hot and drooling like boiling lava, grabbing you around your chest and scorching you from the inside out. See, you're getting breathless, aren't you?
Celia's breathing gradually gets rough.
He held his chest down and began to groan painfully.
"You shouldn't be saving that stuff up. We need to spit it out now."
"... oh, what can I do"
"It's easy. Okay? First, breathe in as much as you want. Spread your shoulders and chest to the limit."
Sounds like breathing.
Celia's posture, which was slightly more forward, reverts.
"And the plate in front of me with a voice out of my stomach as I spit out the drooling fluid caught in my chest -"
"Uhhhhh!!
The sign is stepped through with Celia's anger.
Because it had originally decayed, the board made a flashy noise, but it was lightly smashed and scattered.
"Rosie!? Mr. Celia!?
Reesha jumps out of the store when she hears her voice.
I saw Celia stepping on the sign with a breath on her shoulder, and she was circling her eyes about something.
"How are you feeling? Celia."
"... Ha, ha. Come on, come on. I see. It's not bad."
I could see a flame burning more violently in Celia's eyes, who roared her throat and laughed.
But that's fine.
I don't know when it's going to burn out. It's more dangerous to leave the sparks smoking.
If it starts to explode into some clap, it burns itself out without control.
Then you can light the fire from time to time and let the people around you manage it so that the flames don't get too big.
Fire, which is the key to the development of civilization, can sometimes also be a great superiority in destroying civilization.
Finally, evil feelings depend on how you use them.
Vengeance creates an obsession, something that can only be accomplished with that obsession.
"What's wrong? - Oh?
I see a sign splattered apart by a master with a glimpse of his face from behind Risha.
"Oh, excuse me, master. I broke it because I left it outside, was it important?
The master slowly shook his head to the side, leaking a grin at me.
"I don't mind. However, since it is in front of the store, please just clean it."
"Ah, yes. Sure."
The master, who nodded with a gentle smile, was returning to the store.
"... okay, shall we go back when we clean up too? Then let's continue the conversation."
"Oh."
"Ha!"
Using the bamboo brought from the back of the store, Risha also rendezvous to clear the wood pieces for 3 people.
I looked up into the night sky and stretched out greatly when I saw Celia with a carefree, serene look, whilst being unilaterally twisted by Risha.