The request from the master is to be released —— that is, acquitted.
The target is an unprecedented serial killer. No matter how many human beings will be saved as a result of cooperation, that is probably not all that is possible.
However, that is only if the normal method is followed.
There are also things you can't do without doing whatever fraud you can think of, such as tampering with evidence, acquiring members of autonomous organizations, or manipulating public opinion impressions.
Yes, if "there's nothing you can't do," then the method counts as one of the options.
... No, I have to count, is that correct?
What matters in the negotiating arena is not to make me say no.
From that point of view, I regret it, but I would say the master's negotiating skills are perfect.
Because I can't help but stumble upon a ridiculous demand for “release."
If you don't get it from the start, you can give it up at that point.
But it's a shame to let go of the information that's been flickered in front of you because if you reach for it, you'll reach for it.
By the time they think I am, I've already lost.
It's a really good way of doing things, precisely with the psychology that makes people fall prey.
"You must have wanted to eliminate discrimination from this world."
"Yeah, you're right."
"Then you can look at the current situation where a silver-haired elf might be used as an ingredient for your medication?
The master, who gave him a genuinely surprised look for a moment, leaks a dry laugh shortly afterwards.
And he sighed out a big sigh just saying he was disappointed.
"I didn't know you were going to appeal to human feelings like me...... are you really, that Rosie Mystiglia?
"I don't care who I am. I'll do anything that's possible, that's me."
"Yeah, naturally, you can get me out of here."
"Sure. But I'll decide if I do it or not."
Kick the iron plaid with your weight on your heels as you strengthen your tone.
The sound of tall metal echoed in the narrow dungeon.
"Don't forget,“ Patchworker, "I'm the one who holds your life."
"I see, what is your next step in violence? Is that one of the possibilities?
"No? I never thought violence would make me follow you from the beginning. I just want to say that after your death, we can alter every record you have about the Patchworker."
"... sounds stupid. It doesn't even threaten to talk about it after you die."
"Really?
Pick up the blurry light stone and then pull Reesha's hand back on her heels.
"Don't worry, I won't take the name” Patchworker "away from you anymore. But you might turn a killer with a noble ideal into just a perverted criminal."
"Do you think my disciples will forgive you for that!?
"You don't understand, you better value yourself higher. You're the only one in the world who can play“ Patchworker ”. I mean, isn't even those apprentices just a factor in tainting the name of the" patchworker "?
Step by step, step by step, and deliberately walk away from the master in footsteps.
I can hear you grabbing the lattice behind your back.
It took a fishing needle. After that, look at the gap and be bold.
"Wow, I get it! I don't want it until I'm released! So at the very least, please call for the death penalty to be postponed!
"Goodbye," Patchworker. "You should enjoy the life of the murderer in between."
"Oh, it's Stemon Cemetery! His name is Gene, and that's how it's engraved on Twilight!
Stemon Cemetery, a joint cemetery situated just off Slam Street known as Lalan.
I have heard that people don't even lean over because of insecure areas and that all they bury are unidentified or unpicked bodies.
I see, it's perfect as a condition for conducting an investigation.
Well, the catch is good.
No stopping or looking back, leaving the dungeon early enough.
I put the unlocked lock back in the picking, slapped the sleeping guard's cheek several times along the way, wiped off the sleeping pill applied to the water bottle's drinking mouth, and then went out to the ground.
"… ha-ha"
It was not long after Leisha left the royal castle that she exhaled a strange voice with her sigh.
"Nervous?
"Oh, isn't that obvious! We did something that wasn't weird to get caught on that spot!
"I told you, I can't choose the means this time. That's just the beginning."
"Is there more than that!?
"--Liesha"
You felt something in your serious voice color, Riesha's expression just a little strong.
"If you want to stop, now's the time. We're still gonna make it."
When you stop and say so, Riesha leans down with her back to us one step away.
"We just need to forget everything we've asked Stia and take on as much work as we can do as we've always done"
"... Rosie is sweet"
"Kind? Me?
I overhear unexpected responses.
"Because this is how you prepare your escape route. I'm supposed to be the one who chose this path, but he tells me he's okay with getting away..."
But then I go on and put my breath down.
Before the answer, his hand, which remained in the grip, was held back strongly.
"Me, I'm not running. I've decided to make it happen."
In the reddish scenery, my determined, empty eyes looked straight at me.