"First, the answer to the first question."
Restore your mind to Giri's voice and grip the pen.
On the paper in front of me, he wrote, "Why did the information gather so quickly?"
"I don't know."
Celia looks at my face when I raise my eyebrows unexpectedly.
Not if you're surprised, write “unknown” at the bottom of the question you just wrote.
"Hey Rosie, this isn't the answer to the question. We've gathered information now, and there must be a reason there."
Hold the nodding ring to Celia's words.
"Giri, tell them you want to know what kind of person the person gathered the information from. If you can't tell me more... right, just ordinary people or not"
'... ordinary people. He always remembered the incident 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 thought.
I nod and then write, "Do you know anyone familiar with the Patchworker case?"
"Giri, please answer the next question"
"If you live in this city, you don't know. It's harder to find him. He said he was a very familiar person, or a no-rent kid with a neck strapped to his head."
When I wrote up Giri's words as they were, I heard a discouraged exhale from next door.
"Otherwise?
"They had an old man who had been eager to listen to me for years. Anemone or Anemoe?"
"He's a master."
Well, that's a fair result.
Then it would be impossible to be a person familiar with what happened seven years ago, other than a party.
"He says no comment on the third question."
I guess I just can't answer it because I don't know the person in charge.
Draw a line over the letter “Do you think Alec Nolent is a patchworker”.
I left a note beside it saying "The source's age is early teens”.
"Okay. Then ask me one last question."
The fourth question is, "Who comes to mind first when you hear about nobles rubbing out inconvenient facts with money and power?"
The answer came back without putting my hair down.
"The Glendrek family? Well, I agree with you on this one."
"What do you mean?
"Albert, the current Lord, has had tremendous power in a generation because he has uprooted and crushed opponents hostile to himself. Of course you'll never be on the surface."
What floats behind his brain is Miguel Rackman, the torso of school illegal gambling - a bunch of big boys who took him.
Glendrek...... No, you're more of an Albert kid than that. Aside from who those people are, they sealed up any traces of the incident and at the same time wiped out a man named Miguel.
mouth sealing of central figures, and out-of-the-box intimidation by blatant displays.
A series of streams, as if they were manualised, suggests the possibility that similar acts have been repeated before.
Guess.
In view of Celia's previous statements, it is believed that Alec Nolent is a law enforcement person like the police.
One day, he noticed a serious misconduct, or accidentally obtained information.
For example... yes, a very inconvenient secret for the Glendreck family?
I don't know what he did after that.
Did you check with the person to see if it was true, did you continue the investigation to corroborate it, and did you use it again for a strong contract story?
The only thing that is clear is that he was dressed in innocent sin and erased from society.
No, wait.
"... how did Alec Nolent get tailored to a“ patchworker ”when the Glendrek family has the power to turn it off as easily as one person?
"Oh? Well, then you couldn't just turn it off."
Kachiri and pieces fit in my head at Giri's words, which I said as extremely obvious.
"Yes, I am! Gilli, that's an additional question for him there.“ What would you do if you wanted to crush a hostile informant? "
After a few seconds of silence, the answer returned as I had imagined.
"It's best to spread bad rumors about being a chickenshit or letting him grab Gacenetta. Well, you're right, we're done with discredited informants."
"Don't you think that story also applies to the“ patchworker "thing?
'... I can read your thoughts somehow. If you've come up with enough evidence to rub it off, then you can devalue the evidence itself. Ha, you think that nobleman was doing it our way? I don't like it.'
Giri tells you to throw up.
I totally agree with you, nobles can hear you.
Celia, you can be happy.
Place the pen that was no longer held.
"What the hell are you talking about? If you don't write me an exchange..."
"Alec Nolent was probably grasping evidence of wrongdoing. The secret of lethally threatening someone who has sinned against him."