"Were you discussing the attack on Chaldea?"
Lawrence da Vinci and Munier returned to the control room together.
There were actually three permanent staff members in the control room: Captain Goredolf Musik, operations adviser Sherlock Holmes, and operator and driver Munier.
As the heart of the submarine, Lawrence da Vinci needed to remain in the computer room most of the time.
"It's about those three strange individuals."
Holmes looked at Lawrence da Vinci, then pointed at Goredolf, who had lowered his head.
"Based on the clues, one of them, Jefferson Hyde, was childhood friends with our new director. I suppose that would be the appropriate way to put it."
"I see. We really didn't ask about that in detail before."
Lawrence da Vinci walked over to a swivel chair and hopped onto it.
"So, could you tell us about it?"
"Director."
The memories of what happened after Lawrence was dragged off the ship had not been transferred into Lawrence da Vinci's Saint Graph upon Lawrence's death. Lawrence da Vinci had already been activated by then.
Therefore, there were certain truths Lawrence da Vinci did not know. All that remained were some of Lawrence's speculations.
In the long run, that was enough, but under the present circumstances, it was somewhat troublesome.
"...What is there to tell?"
Perhaps because the subject was one he did not wish to discuss, Goredolf seemed a little impatient.
"At least tell us what you know about Jefferson Hyde."
Holmes tapped his pipe against the table.
"As one of the suspected masterminds behind the attack on Chaldea, he has a close friend—or at least a former close friend—right here among us. Surely we can learn some information from you, can't we?"
"What kind of person was he before? What changes did he show in the period leading