The five of them went back to their room and took a breath. Misago and I are splitting up on the way.
"That's why."
When he returned to his room, he called Junko to explain the course.
"The people Misago asked for are the Junkos, right?
I'll see if I can figure it out.
"That's right. It's just that we have a purpose besides rescue. Originally Grimm Penis and Sea Chihuahua were my enemy stock. '
"Do you know how many more people are being held and where they are?
"I don't know where the rest is, and it could have been moved."
I heard Junko's words and I think I knew it.
It hurt to be inhibited by Masami. That gave time to the enemy side. Junko says Junko has another purpose, and the next time Masami shows up, he'll have to run away again.
"Masami, we'll figure this out. There is no guarantee that I can handle it. Bye. '
The phone gets hung up. When you can't expect it with your current answer, you sigh.
"I wish Misago would stay with me the whole time."
I fell asleep in a big letter on the bed. Shake says.
"I don't know what Junko's purpose is, but our clients are only Alisui and Tsutsuji. What we do is rescue people who have been exposed. I think that's why Misago tried to keep us only partly in this fight. I think he cared for me properly."
I saw Alisui sitting down in line in the same bed, and he said: I felt Misago's care came from the awareness that I was buying objections from Eko and the others, but don't talk about it.
"What if you run into Masami Toriyama again?
Ten nights asks, falling asleep in bed as well as shaking.
"Masami Toriyama can only be avoided. You should leave that to Junko, right? If everyone is gathered in a place where Toriyama Masami is, ask Junko for help. It's out of our hands."
Don't even say what you really can't expect from Junko. However, even where the tension was dropping due to defeat, it was not necessary to say that the tension was dropping further.
"Now again, it's hard to find where the kidnapped people are and where they've been moved, isn't it?
And, shake.
"It's not going to be easy for everyone to recon again, even if we put some time aside. Now you'll be pretty alert, and the odds of running into a magician sensing a subspace tunnel, up and down, huh?
Hearing the shaking words and circling his head properly, he is slightly impressed.
"Well, then, you're stuck."
Alisui makes a pitiful voice.
"That's not true. I have one hand. However, this technique is very burdensome. If I do, I'll be inactive for a while."
With an unpleasant look, open the mouth of a bag filled with miso. A small ball of miso floats out of a bag of miso and into the universe to activate the force and toss it with your fingertips.
The unleashed little miso balls each moved in pieces and went out of the door gap to the outside of the room.
"The art of Miso Ball reconnaissance. This miso ball is remotely manipulated, diving in through any small gap, going into all sorts of places to find where they're being held captive. I can see what Miso Ball is looking at. So, I'll say it again, but when I use this, I can't move for a while. It's a convenient, but rather troublesome technique, so I didn't want to use it if I could. My head hurts so much. Ten nights, shaking, and then you two will do it. Okay?"
"Yeah, okay"
"Whoa, I'm not gonna let you down. No."
Just in case, two people get themselves out of bed and nod.
"I won't be able to treat my injuries until I recover. The subspace tunnel for infiltration is Alisui. Tsutsuji's in charge of the rescue."
"Yes."
"Okay."
Two nodding Eko for instructions.
"Shizuku Miso is amazing. It's nothing."
That's what I said. Shake it out of bed.
"So you want to remember? I'm gonna start by getting naked and soaking miso all over my body."
"No, that's fine"
To his words, he said with one hand, smiling bitterly.
"Did they really do that? Rin, you've well acknowledged that. It's strange to me."
Ten nights asks.
"Shut up...... No more of that talk. If you want to piss me off, be prepared."
Hit a little tight gaze at ten nights. Ten nights I shake my head beside the puffy.
If the opponent had not been a pure child, however powerful, he would never have known, such as obtaining misogyny in such a way.
Jeffrey Allen had studied witchcraft for the reason that the police said he wanted to continue killing without getting caught, and was enough to be recognized as a one-serving mage at the age of twenty.
It was just then that Jeffrey met Eric Taylor.
To satisfy his desire for regularly boiling murder, Jeffrey was visiting a one-country town in Australia to spot his target.
It was Eric, only eleven, who Jeffrey laid eyes on. Seeing a beautiful boy playing with a cat in the garden of the house, Jeffrey was happy to find the big guy and even had an erection.
Hate, I couldn't execute the murder right away because the back-to-school students took off near the school route, so I decided to break into the house again.
When the sun was about to set, Jeffrey made sure there were no people around him before breaking into Eric's house dignified through the front door. I don't use magic in particular either.
Jeffrey doesn't use the art of becoming transparent, or he can manipulate others with hypnosis.
Sensing people's signs and avoiding witnesses as much as possible, and blocking your appearance with the art of phantom, to the extent that if you are unlucky enough to have witnesses, you will kill them promptly. The rest can also detect the presence of surveillance cameras and make them misty and no longer visible on cameras.
Go up to Eric's room, put out a knife, and Jeffrey approaches with a humble smile. But Eric had a reaction Jeffrey had never seen before.
"I don't like it. I don't want to die now."
Holding an old cat, the boy stares at Jeffrey and begs.
"When I die now, Tommy will be alone. Tommy's already weak, he's not long, and I want to see it through right at the end of the day. I want to take care of you till the end. After that, you can kill me, now you can miss it."
Jeffrey was distracted by the boy, who said it was more for the cat than for himself. That was a shocking event for Jeffrey, who had refused to be all human and other crumbs.
Jeffrey decided to miss the boy by the name of Eric and talked to him for a while.
Eric was in bullying at school. Eric was an unusual bearer of sensibility, because he was such a boy, like speaking out to rabbits and guinea pigs raised in school.
Children who don't have a single human friend and make fun of Eric talking to animals. Parents are also completely indifferent to Eric, and even if Eric returns injured, he won't say anything to Eric's poor test score.
Either Eric only opened his mind to the animal opponent first, or he became bullied because he only opened his mind to the animal opponent, which Eric doesn't even remember anymore.
I was listening, and Jeffrey totally liked Eric. I felt like being with this boy. That was the first emotion I had ever remembered in my life.
"I'm new to Jeffrey. So many people I've talked to."
That's what Eric told me with an innocent smile.
"I think Jeffrey is right. Humans are so ugly and dirty. I wish I hadn't been born human. Now I want to be born to a cat other than a human...... if possible. Cats are pure, they're cute, they're free, they don't lie."
"Then you can be a cat now"
That's what Jeffrey told me with a straight face, and Eric rounded his eyes.
"Whether you can be free or not will seem to have a heart. Why do you think cats are free? Is this cat you're keeping free? What you think of cats as free is looking at the way your mind is, not the situation, right? Why is your soul so unfettered when your cat's soul is free? If you think of yourself as a cat, then you're a cat. No one has to admit it, but if you admit it, you can do it. I'll admit it to you, too."
Jeffrey's words were equally divine to Eric. Just as Eric's presence was a shock to Jeffrey, so was Jeffrey's presence to Eric.
Since that day, Eric has stopped uttering any word of man. For the next ten years, only cat words have been uttered.
The day after the cat's life was exhausted, Eric began to leave the house and act with Jeffrey.
I understood all of Jeffrey's words, and I mostly heard Jeffrey, but Eric only gives a cat voice.
Whether walking on two legs, working out her body in training, or reading and gaining knowledge of various books, Eric recognizes herself as a cat rather than a person.
"Why do you think I'm killing people?
One time Jeffrey spoke in a somewhat lonely tone as he strolled along the coast at night with Eric.
"There are hobbies. Why do you think you can kill people?
"Meh?"
Eric speaks out with a nuance that he doesn't know.
"As I said when I met you, all the humans in this world are evil. Including me. I've been thinking about it since I was a kid. Why have we been raw as evil? Why isn't it pure? Who put this world in such a shitty setting? If it was one world without evil, maybe I wouldn't have been evil either. You're free. How did you say that, but the only way I could free my mind was to stain it with evil that I hated myself. I don't know who would understand this."
"Meh."
Of course Eric doesn't understand either. It is not easy to understand others, etc. But the fact that there is a good reason for Jeffrey to be Jeffrey now, and the fact that Jeffrey is pessimistic about a lot of things, only tells Eric.
Whatever Jeffrey does, Eric doesn't think deeply. For Eric, Jeffrey is the owner who adores himself. Because it's nothing more or less.