Dry applause echoes indoors.
Taking the gaze of everyone present on this occasion, the master spread his hands in a hawkeye act.
"Congratulations, Celia. You've finally uncovered the truth seven years ago and cleared Alec of his carelessness."
Celia leaned over for a moment and handed me two contracts.
Keep it, I guess.
"No, I still have one left."
"Well, what's that?
"You're under arrest, Patchworker."
Celia's spoken master's mouth slowly hoisted.
Its mechanical behavior is like a human loss.
Though he shapes his expression exquisitely, he is disgusted like when his mind is relative to an undisturbed android there.
"I'm afraid that won't happen. Of course, it's the same for Albert Glendreck's arrest."
"What?"
"I told you I didn't have to do that to Rosie's statement about sending him to the headstand. Because he's..."
"Grandfather!?
Shortly after Yuri's scream, the sound of the wine glass falling to the floor and cracking hits his ear.
"" Patchworker, "the one named you... Huh!
I lost my balance where I tried to get up off the couch - not that.
Albert slipped off the couch as if he'd lost his mind on the spot, falling to the floor and not even moving Pickle.
Reminds me of a way to kill a "patchworker" who would not cause any trauma other than surgical procedures when joining together.
Naturally, for him the corpse is material for the work.
"Mr. Celia, why are you angry? Didn't you hate Alec so much that you wanted to kill him with your own hands for seven years? That man is the culprit of all this, isn't he?
Tell him to be nothing. The master tilts his neck.
Do you really not know, or are you just behaving that way? Hard to tell from both.
"As long as we have that contract, we can prove Albert's guilt. That way, you can prove that Alec's sins were also innocent. You just have to watch there. Come on, let's make our dreams come true for over 7 years together!
"... a dream, you say?
"You are to dispel Alec's sins. And I'm sending my work to the world again as a" patchworker ". It is a well-known fact that Albert hated the elves in his silver hair. So the finished product will surely strike the hearts of many."
"Wait, silver-haired elves, etc. should be so convenient..."
At the end of the closed Celia's gaze was Swen.
Sure, he's taller than Albert, but he's very similar in stature.
"... no, I don't care about that. You get caught here, or in case you run away, it spreads throughout the King's Capital to be a serial hunter killer. Which Michi" Patchworker "is over..."
"That's not true, Celia."
The master who was looking at Celia with a white look on his face from the way over turns a gaze at me.
"The master's purpose is to prove that the" patchworker ”is alive and well - and to establish the idol of fear that those who discriminate will be killed by the" patchworker ”and connected to others. Instead, for the sake of being more realistic, I am not so sure that I am a" patchworker ”. Besides, if you don't have a way to escape, you'll be here from the beginning."
"Wise eyes, I'm afraid. I was right to leave it to you."
I bow my head respectfully, Master.
He starts moving again, and Riesha and Luclu move to a vigilant posture in the figure of Swen, who took the stand.
"Dear Rosie, I know you already know, but I dare you. You can't beat Swen if it takes everyone in this room to bundle up."
"I guess."
"But if you can hand over Albert's body there, promise me you'll leave this place without harming anyone. You guys don't need it anymore, and you don't have to waste your life even with me. Well, I don't think that's a bad story, do you?
Indeed, Swen's defeat is imperative if we are to make it through here.
But the difference in power between him and me is more obvious than seeing fire. Neither in the sense of experience, nor in the sense of strength, is it far from Swen where we join forces.
"I appreciate the offer, but unfortunately I'm not willing to take it."
"... is that right?"
The master's eyes are narrowed with sigh.
"It's a shame. I thought you were like a real fortune teller."
When the master raises his hand, Swen's killing temper grows more colorful and spreads all over the room.
This is the katana that has supported Glendrek from the shadows.
I can see the difference in character from ourselves.
"What are you going to do, Rosie! Everybody just like this..."
Once I got my distance from Swen, Reesha lined up next to me.
"It's okay, I'm not that stupid either. I don't think you can fight Swen and win."
"Well, then... you should have missed it..."
On the way to show you, Riesha rounds her eyes on the ring she took out like a trick.
"What, from where the hell?!?... not that, that's the magic guide Mr. Albert was using earlier, right?
"Yes, even if you can't beat Swen, with this, you can kill a“ patchworker ""
To that word, the master, who was turning his back and starting to walk, stops and turns.
Lifting up the edge of his mouth, he raises the two contracts he had kept from Celia high.
"Seems like you were just about to find out about me and say something, but you seem to recognize me wrong, so I'll tell you. Remember,“ Patchworker. ""
"Oh, no way! Stop..."
"I'm not a fortune teller, I'm a fraud."
Fire, that was too instantaneous.
Flames emanating from his fingertips instantly burn out parchment paper, turning into a black burning cushion and falling to the floor.
"... then what the hell!
"You've been lurking in the city well until today because you knew you could name“ Patchworker ”again if only this contract had been published. But now that Albert is dead and the contract is just a burning scum, the Patchworker is dead."
"Dead... me, but?
"Yes, I thought you said you'd pull the curtain onto the“ patchworker ”stage. Now you'll remain a copycat forever."
Master holding his head and looking up at the ceiling.
"Ah, ahhh..."
The groan leaking out of his throat was by far the most human, convinced that victory and defeat had been decided.
"Aaaaaa!! Swenn!!"
Swen disappears from sight with the golden cuts.
If it was meant to be, someone would have had one at this point, perhaps my neck, spinning straight behind me.
But...
"... Third Phase, glad I managed to make it"
"There was an anomaly in the board room, so come and see what the hell is going on... this"
Swen's right arm rolls to the floor with the dull sound.
Behind me stood a waking blonde with a straight sword in one hand.
"Hey, I guess you explain it right. Rosie."
"We'll see about that later. I'll take care of him for a second, Leonard."