Let's set up a hideout for the exiles on the edge of the demonic realm - a cat banished from the demonic realm, but the most powerful daughter of mankind picked it up -

The meeting place was the same as usual, that cathedral attic.

I feel a little more alive again. I noticed more bookshelves when I tapped into my memory.

"I don't know, good luck, Cat!

"Yeah, good luck with your marriage, too."

"Ugh, stop talking about that... Bye!

When the noisy Heather left the room, the suspicious one in the hood proceeded to the back of the room.

Priest Holt, who was sitting at the table, and the unfamiliar Sister, who was present, are standing up.

"I'm sorry for the noise. So, if that's the case..."

Priest Holt nodded quietly.

You just don't look very much like a Sister. Behavior and tone were separate.

"I see you first, Lord Electrum Bell. The awkward monk is called Batavia, an investigator belonging to the French Ministry of Sealing of El Liana. I hear you know something about Sir Edward Pattington's footprints."

She was a woman of such a strong bureaucracy.

Wearing monastic clothes that don't look good at all, either for covert behavior.

The woman with the lens thick glasses, is it easy to understand?

"Yes. By the way, is this your investigation alone? No, they look like nuns, but I thought you seemed very dependable."

If there are any other investigators, I'd also like to know who the person is.

If I wasn't a cat human, I wouldn't have had to.

"Hmmm...... are you camouflaging? Then the answer to the question is yes, and even so, the martial arts and art there."

"Do you understand, well, that's the place to be"

He seems like a tough guy. You might want not to show yourself.

If that doesn't get the information this one wants, though, half the purpose for which I came all the way here will be ruined.

But when me and investigator Batavia quietly stomached each other, Priest Holt went in between and proceeded with the conversation.

"Actually, Lord Electrum, but I have a situation where I can't lift my hood. The truth is, even from me, this is a pretty dangerous bridge."

"Don't worry about that. As you ordered, the Awkward Monk is your neighbor with a moderate view. Be sure to keep your secrets if it's not like committing a crime"

An investigator with three white eyes wears his glasses back.

What do you say, there may be a little bit of acting.

Still, as we were unable to determine our attitude, she continued her words in a clear and clear tone.

"On the contrary, that's all we want in Sir Pattington's footsteps. The slightest hint of a button is trivial. Tell us more, Lord Electrum Bell."

"... ok. Lord Electrum, show me inside your hood."

For me, I was surprised that that Mr. Edward had a place.

He also has quite a place in the Elliana francophone, which he abandoned. Then there must have been some reason.

No. Are you talking about my hood and contents now?

"Do you mind? In some cases, you may lose your status."

"Thank you for your concern, but it won't. Sealed provinces are a strange kind of window clan in the diocese, and I have friends up there. Unless Agent Batavia runs wild, there's no problem."

Turning to the three-white-eyed Sister, she glanced in her arms.

It's not feminine. But when it comes to sounding like a bureaucrat in a religious country, it sounds like a bureaucrat.

If this happens, we can't help it.

I believed in the Holt priest, and let him lower his hood.

"... hey?!

I was just stunned by how unexpected you looked.

By the way, this might just be a good way to get ahead of the negotiations.

"Now, before I tell you where Mr. Edward is, let me tell you first. Edward Pattington, who the hell is he?"

"That's... that's classified. That's quite a level, too."

"You bet, even over here. I know enough to hold my head. I can't tell anyone anything about his secrets."

"Damn, what if... you met Edward Pattington...?!

What I want is who he is, what he was trying to do, and then the truth about my daughter.

Agent Batavia was still hungry for his information, jumping to my story.

"You don't seem familiar."

"That's right. Awkward monks are only 21, he disappeared from Sealed Province 20 years ago, and half of them feel like they're following urban legends from Awkward monks.... So, you met him?

They say it's 21. Being firm means there are aspects of being older and seen than you are.

That's what Batavia's figure proves to me.

"Yes, I met him"

"Is that true! Then where are you now!?

I did not answer the question promptly and shut up.

If I answer dead here, I'll give you too much information.

If you find out you're dead, there's also the possibility of putting up this negotiating table satisfactorily there.

Catfish pierced the poker face, turned her back and stretched lightly from her, and if she continued to scold for two days, she would be tired.

"Tell me."

"Yes, I can't answer that. He is the man who was asked by Assassin Guild to assassinate him with enormous rewards. Please give me that information first. Who is he?

Information if you want it.

To appeal to the will not to give way, I took one book towards the bookshelf.

It was a book about the teachings of the diocese. If you read something like this, you'll fall asleep.

"... a researcher"

"I already know that. The problem is the content of the study."

"But it's... it can't be said that it was..."

"I guess. If the upper echelons of the Demon Nation knew, they should try to deprive him of his research. The Demon Clan is divided into three factions, but this is the only common denominator."

To destroy the stagnation brought about by the Gigasline and to destroy man, the killer Nyx.

Orthodox Agarez is an ambitious man, to make him a convenient puppet.

The moderates are for order and stability in the demonic world. We want the resurrection of the vanished Demon King.

Investigator Batavia looked scared.

Originally, the uncanny Trileukochlear took on even more guilla and catfish.

"No way, did you even know that (...)......?

"No, it's the domain of hypothesis. But why is it that organizations that seal up people who belong to the demon gods were doing this research?"

If this information flows to the heart of the demonic world, it will be outrageous.

I guess Batavia understood that deeply, and now she's calculating the worst development that could ever happen, and she's not saying anything.

"Research that artificially creates demon kings. I just think so. It's like digging our own graves, not thinking too far ahead, stupid."

Batavia has finally regained consciousness outward from her own thoughts.

I reassembled my arms and spent a while staring at my face with those three white eyes in silence.

"Priest..."

When it settled, she finally bowed her head as she walked over to Priest Holt.

"I don't have to tell you. Take your seat off, is that okay?

"Yes, I'm sorry, but I was wondering if this is for each other..."

"Okay. Lord Electrum, be gentle with her."

"Huff...... that depends on Mr. Batavia"

Priest Holt has left.

Investigators from their home countries sit on a tree chair, elbow down at that table and hold their heads.

When he drew the poverty lottery, he showed me the inside and the outside of the mask of work. Then I'll stay between them and finally I'll be bumpy and crunchy.

"At the same time as his disappearance, the study was cut off…. They stole something unusual that wasn't even on the record."