"The Knight Order will definitely reach Giant Horn City within four hours!"
"Neither Skinning Villa nor Giant Horn City can bear the consequences of what happens next. I don't need to spell that out, do I?"
Outside Giant Horn City, the two men who had just been fighting fiercely—Investigator Via, an Independent Investigator from Giant Horn City, and Count Albaris—were now sitting in the same car. Faced with Investigator Via's restrained, furious voice, even the Old Count had lost his earlier air of righteous indignation.
"I understand that, which is why I said you should think of a way to handle it—"
"Now's not the time to argue about who's right and wrong. Neither side can bear the consequences, so solving the problem is what matters most, isn't it?"
"..."
These nobles really are shameless, aren't they?
Investigator Via was left with a bellyful of anger by the Old Count's attitude. He said coldly, "Before we discuss any of this, shouldn't you first call that Old Vampire back?"
"Even now, she's still attacking our reality defense line!"
"..."
"It's not that I don't want to—"
At the mention of the matter, Count Albaris looked awkward again. "My great-great-grandmother wasn't allowed to remain in the Holy City of the Cross because her bloodline was aging and there was no way to resolve it. She had no choice but to be exiled here with me."
"Some of my research was actually meant to see whether I could help her regain her sanity—"
"Given her identity and standing, if she could regain her sanity, she'd become a strong contender for the title of Marquis. That's why the family was so determined not to let her be destroyed or remain asleep forever—"
"..."
"What good does telling me all that do?"
Investigator Via's expression