"Yeah, I've been waiting seven years to be called by that name again."
The master puts his hand on his forehead as if he were ashamed.
"But now we can finally act as“ real ”. Let me thank you, Master Rosie."
Master who takes his hat and bows his head with a gentleman's waist.
and a shadow leaps loosely from the edge of his sight.
"Why not?"
"Mr. Celia, I was hoping for you."
"... anticipation?
My master drops his shoulder with a face that looks sincerely unfortunate.
"I've been waiting, haven't I? You prove Alec's innocence and bring the Patchworker back to life."
"What...?
"At first I enjoyed it, too. There was something truly hobby about helping you raise hatred day by day and be sure to find a real" patchworker ""
However, the out-of-word master sighs loudly.
"Honestly, I'm disappointed. It's doubtful if it's really his daughter who can't get one clue after seven years"
"Oh, I'm my dad's..."
"Yeah, I guess so. But Alec was excellent. He was so good, he was killed for it."
Shake your shoulders and laugh.
You're laughing, but you're smiling, but your heart's not laughing at all.
A chill runs over its unnaturalness.
"Damn, it was hard to keep the case from weathering for seven years. The Patchworker must not be a ghost of the past."
"It was all a lie that you supported me and told me to clear up my dad's carelessness..."
Celia's plundering voice stabs her ear.
I tried to reach out to my body, which seemed like it was still stuck, and I stopped.
"You called me a family, and you said you wanted my dad's honor back, and it was all for you!
"No, I swear to my late friend, it's not for me. It's because of this ugly, distorted world, where indiscriminate discrimination travels."
It looks like the conversation is in place and not engaging.
It's like buttoning clothes differently - there was a fundamental discrepancy between them.
"Ha. How about an apprenticeship for Master Rosie, Celia? The truth is that you haven't even found your destination in seven years, and he hasn't arrived in half a month. After even spotting that I'm a“ patchworker "!
What makes him happy, the master exhales hot with a tranced look on his face.
"When I first heard Rosie's rumor, my chest jumped. Because that school where Albert Glendreck serves as a board member has been asked to admit a silver-haired elf."
So, as far as Celia's concerned, now you've got eyes on me?
"Yes. When Master Rosie visited my shop, I was convinced that the Goddess of Destiny smiled at me. I was chosen as the apostle of God to eradicate discrimination in the world."
"Maybe you actually did. Whatever, we were almost in that store talking about the case, so it's too convenient for you. But this time, I figured it out, so I let him use it."
"It's a goddess' call again, too. If Rosie hadn't taught me how to break into the school, I wouldn't have been here."
There is no way for a master, a complete outsider, to enter a school that severely restricts the access of objects and people.
So I told the master the secret way out I was using to get in and out at night.
Because I was treading that Swen would guide me later if I even let him inside.
And as per the prospect, this situation could be done.
"I really appreciate it.... Come on, the stage is finally climax. Please elaborate with your hands, the truth seven years ago."
"... Master, you know why I invited you here."
"Yes, of course. This is the quickest way to end both me and Albert at the same time...... right?
The master laughs, saying it as if it were some other HR.
You're saying you're putting one foot into ruin right now, but you're not aware of it?
... No, it's not. He just believes.
Because I am a messenger of God, I don't care if I can get over this level of phase.
If you're unsubstantiated confident, you can collapse as much as you want with three inches of mouth.
But I can't get the confidence to even call it blind fanaticism so far.
I knew from the beginning that I was too helpless when dealing with people different from the general mental structure.
That's why I have to fight on his mound.
“Patchworker" has rules. I win by following that rule, that's all.
"... okay"
Yes, I preface it and then I sigh.
I paid my eye-catching forehead and looked straight at the master.
"" Patchworker, "it's time for your stage to pull off the curtain. Seven years... no, let's end this eight-year history."