A fairly well-preserved stone-brick building had probably once been a shop.
The Knights had now converted it into a temporary prison. Its separate rooms had also been turned into interrogation rooms.
Mr. 3 wore shackles on both wrists. The embedded seastone left him weak all over, and he could only slump on the floor.
His hair, styled into the shape of a "3," drooped against the side of his face. His narrow eyes remained habitually squinted as he tried to hide his panic.
Click-
A Knight opened the iron door.
Sephiroth, who had just finished bringing down the rain, walked in.
Mr. 3 was no fool. He had some skill at gathering intelligence, and for someone at his level, his understanding of the "Great Angel" was already quite thorough.
"Lord Great Angel! I'm innocent!"
When Mr. 3 saw Sephiroth enter the cell with several women, he immediately slid to his knees and begged for mercy.
Miss Goldenweek, who sat in the corner hugging her knees without any shackles, also silently looked up.
...Of course, her paintbrushes and paints had been confiscated for the time being.
"Mr. 3, do you... do you know who Mr. 0 is!?"
Vivi gripped the cell's iron bars with both hands and anxiously questioned Mr. 3 inside.
Having only recently infiltrated Baroque Works, she did not yet know that even the officer agents ranked number five and above were unaware of the Boss's true identity.
"I-I really don't know!"
Although Mr. 3 had no idea who this girl was, he glanced at Sephiroth first. After seeing that the "Great Angel" had no objection, he gave his answer with considerable unease.
Even he felt that answering like this was asking for death. But he truly did not know.
"...He isn't lying."
A bright blue glow shone in