Asking someone questions was never easy, especially when the person being questioned was a rambling madman. You could never know how a madman's mind or logic worked, so the questioner often had no choice but to rely on subjective judgment to piece together a lunatic's fragmented account, half-guessing and half-verifying their way to the information they needed.
That was precisely what Punk's questioning of Kantiannu was like.
"Me? My work? Oh, right, of course I have my own work. You can tell, can't you? I'm a mage who's not good at fighting, so my job in this City of Sleepless Watchers is to organize the operational data of the energy arrays and submit regular reports, and then... then... right, that isn't my most important job. I have something more important to focus on. I also have to plan and promote Lord Dolush's 'trial,' don't I? We need enough powerful people to learn about the trial and join it of their own accord, right? Only then will the Archmage be satisfied. Yes, I need to plan all that properly. Mr. Klaus once told me..."
"Alright, stop, stop. Now tell me, what exactly is this 'trial' you're talking about? Was this ordered by Archmage Dolush?"
Listening to Kantiannu's incoherent babbling, Punk, who preferred logical thinking, could only feel an indescribable headache.
Leaving aside the mad mage's disjointed way of speaking, the things he said alone were terribly ambiguous.
What did he mean by "more important work"? What was "the Archmage's trial promotion"? Could it be that some strange event had still been taking place on the Semi-Mechanical Moon while Dolush led his army on campaign?
Fortunately, perhaps because this work really was important, or perhaps because his eagerness to learn about his wife drove him onward, Kantiannu abruptly shook his head instead