“Honorable Arrodes, my second question is: ‘How did Sherlock Moriarty escape from the ruins?’” Ikanser’s mood was a lot more relaxed than before.

The surface of the silver mirror shimmered, rapidly outlining Sherlock Moriarty leaning his back against the wall, his fists clenching and tightening.

Then, Ikanser Bernard and the surrounding Machinery Hivemind deacons and captains saw the private detective’s exaggerated smile before turning around and dashing out with his gun drawn.

At this moment, under the influence of the composed scene, they all felt an inexplicable sense of sadness and excitement.

The image in the mirror jumped, revealing Sherlock Moriarty wielding his revolver as he shot at the altar to no avail. The scene of those disintegrating bullets caused everyone present to be a little worried.

Then, Sherlock Moriarty threw out a brass key, and the altar showed signs of instability due to corruption.

With the erupting air blast, Mr. A fell to the ground and Sherlock Moriarty pathetically fled out of the temple building.

At this point, the image changed to have the slightly turbid Tussock River as the main background. Sherlock Moriarty and Mr. A floated in the water, looking up into the sky where there were no clouds or fog.

Almost instantly, Mr. A. became transparent and disappeared, leaving only Sherlock Moriarty looking around in astonishment.

“… The Church of Evernight’s reinforcements?” Ikanser said with a frown. “Unfortunately, he didn’t mention what appeared in his letter. We have no way of guessing. Was he trying to sell this secret for a good price, or was he simply affected by it and lost the relevant memories? Also, his experience of escaping from the underground ruins doesn’t show anything. It seems like the corresponding clues have been concealed at the same time…”

He analyzed it quickly, in procedural sentences, and then without too great a psychological burden, he chose to answer with reciprocity instead of taking a risk.

Arrodes doesn’t seem to be in the mood to be a prankster today. I can make the most of it… In his self-consolation, Ikanser saw bloody words appear on the surface of the mirror.

With a skip of his heartbeat, he had a bad premonition, suspecting that Arrodes had already recovered to his usual “state.”

The blood-like words wiggled and quickly formed into a question:

“Who was the person you gave your all to while trying your best to win the favor of, only to end up being abandoned?”

With his head buzzing, Ikanser’s face drained of all its color before flushing red.

The question pierced a deep wound in him while leaving him at a loss as to what to do.

If I mention who he is, then his reputation would be ruined before tonight… I’ve already become a kind of “legend” in some sense… Ikanser swallowed his saliva with great difficulty and bitterly said, “I choose punishment.”

lightning immediately descended. However, it was different from before. It was no longer silvery-white and had been dyed

him right on the head, causing his hair to stand on end and flash with the color of

as though he had

closed his eyes, and muttered to himself, “A Grade 0 Sealed

question. Where did the key that Sherlock Moriarty used to destroy

one of you is going to use

the Machinery Hivemind deacons and captains looked at each other. For a moment, no

splashing against the ship’s hold seemed to be the only sound left

suddenly woke up and opened his eyes. He saw the wooden ceiling covered with a crimson moon

that there was something

tilted his head to listen, vaguely

put on his

he took out a gold coin, flipped it, and quickly performed a

of danger, he took out the revolver under his pillow and put it in his

Klein opened the door and walked

away from the industrial pollution, the crimson moon quietly hung there, mysterious

crew members, Klein arrived at the area where there was

saw the former

the female bodyguard in the black coat, and the remaining two were the children of their employer, a girl of fourteen or fifteen years of

cotton nightgowns and outer coats. It was

the chilling night wind, but they still squatted there

hide and seek?

purposely increased the volume of his footsteps, causing Cleves and the others to turn their gaze towards

of some bounty hunters he knew in East

unique identity of being cold and

hunt that came by accident, but

Klein’s interest

first hunter of a game he had played in his previous life,

left hand which wore Creeping Hunger, he pointed at the shadow next to him with

the girl and said, without changing his tone, “Cecile wasn’t careful enough

she heard her name mentioned.

you! Klein said in amusement, “No, you can’t use the word

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