"That's a less convincing face."

"Naturally. According to you, the Patchworker took action for justice."

"Malice isn't the only reason to kill, maybe it is."

"No offense to the patchworker?" Is there such a stupid story? "

Celia tells me to throw up.

"That's the difference between“ normal people ”and“ psychopaths. ”For us, serial hunter-killers, for him and his followers, righteous preachers who resist discrimination."

"But!"

Encourage Celia to settle her voice down.

"Celia, let me tell you one thing. The standard of good and evil is nothing but a posterior to the human being. I'm not really anywhere near the need to be good and evil. The point is, you just have to serve your purpose, right?

To my words, Celia weakens the shoulders she was pissing off.

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

"That sort of thing"

Raise your hand toward the counter.

I pointed an empty glass at the master who noticed this one and asked for a replacement.

"To sum up the story, here's the thing.“ Patchworker "committed murder out of his own sense of justice. People should be one beyond the hedges of the race, accompanied by a self-serving message."

"I also don't think what you're saying is wrong..."

"That's the problem. I'm fine with self-expression, but that's the wrong way. There could have been as much else to do."

"Not necessarily."

The master who was pouring apple juice says short.

"Not everyone is as smart as Master Rosie. Is it also Rosie who made that happen, the story of an elf with silver hair enrolled in the Romelian School of Magic Guidance?

"Yeah, well"

"It's not something anyone can do. Discrimination is so deeply rooted."

View the master.

"Something on my face?

"No, I wonder what the master would do."

"Hey Rosie! You're not the master..."

"It's not an impossible story. At least anyone with special feelings for discrimination is a suspect."

Hmm, and the master turns his gaze diagonally.

"The reason I joined an autonomous organization when I was younger was because I lost a dear friend to persecution for no reason."

"That's a silver-haired elf."

"... well, you can see it's not. You must have spoken the word for some reason."

"If you know the school story, you'll realize that Riesha is the silver-haired elf in the matter with me and while wearing a hat indoors. Yet you are not at all aware. Because I've had contact with silver-haired elves in the past."

"That's just great"

Encourage the master to follow with a striking look on his hand.

"I know you've already noticed if you're a sensible Master Rosie, but I wanted to clear up his carelessness. And I wanted to change an autonomous organization from the inside that didn't fit properly because it was a silver-haired elf."

"That's the way to stand up to the discrimination of masters?

"Yes. Nevertheless, I lost my dear men there for no reason, and now I'm running a shop in a place like this."

The muscles are through.

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

"Thanks, sorry to ask you something weird"

"That's okay. Feel free to call me if you need anything else."

Someone twisted my thigh as I dropped off my departing master's back.

"It just hurt."

"What are you going to do, Rosie! The Master has been chasing the Patchworker for so long!

He sticks his face out as he slaps the table.

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

"One of the trends in psychopaths who commit crimes is that they want to join the investigation of their case. Not only can you control the information from the inside, but you can look around desperately looking for yourself and savor the thrill and excitement."

"No, I've never heard of it. Where the hell are we talking about? Are you sure this is gonna happen?

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

"So, what's the result?

And Celia, who looks at me like she's criticizing me.

I just want to avoid any further deterioration in my relationship, but now what?

"... ok, ok, surrender. Let's follow your manners. From now on, when I doubt the master, I'll find clear evidence before I do, okay?

"Well, then I have nothing to complain about. He is my father's benefactor and my benefactor. You can't overlook the slightest disrespect."

I wish I could tell, things like that made Celia go back to her seat.

It's just, well, it's bad for Celia, but let's keep it among the suspects.

It's only a level of possibility, but it's more than zero.