Divination Club, Citrine Room.
When Nefi saw Mr. Moretti, the black-haired, brown-eyed Seer with an obvious scholarly air,
she could not help but exclaim, "You?"
This was the gentleman who had visited the bakery yesterday. He had even asked about Mrs. Slin.
Mr. Moretti clearly remembered Nefi as well, the unusually tall girl.
He smiled and nodded.
"Fate has brought us together again."
"What can I help you with?"
Nefi nodded. "I'm looking for someone."
The gentleman's smile froze at once, and his voice became serious. "Mrs. Slin hasn't come home?"
Nefi's eyes lit up. "Yes. Have you already divined it, Mr. Moretti?"
The Seer gently shook his head. "That doesn't require divination, only a little logical deduction."
"Then, could you describe the situation in general?"
Nefi explained simply, "Yesterday afternoon, Mrs. Slin said she was going to send a telegram."
"Then she never came back."
"Last night, I went to the telegraph office to look for her, but found nothing."
"Later, I went to the police station, but the policemen told me to go home."
"They thought Mrs. Slin had merely gone somewhere else and might already have returned home."
"But she hadn't."
"Mrs. Slin never came home."
"So this morning, I went to the police station again, but honestly, I have no confidence in the policemen."
"After that, I found this place."
"To seek your help."
Mr. Moretti looked at her. "All right, then. Which method of divination would you like to use?"
Nefi's beautiful eyes flickered with bewilderment.
Only then did she say,
"I don't know anything about divination, sir."
"Or you can use whichever method you think is most effective."
"My mother always says that professionals should handle professional matters."
"I trust your expertise."
The gentleman looked a little embarrassed. After giving it some thought, he