He's certainly confident. Could the Guild really deal with my trouble? Hearing Charles's assurance, Klein nodded slightly.
An organization that could establish itself in Backlund and bring together so many Rogue Beyonders certainly had some influence. Its relationship with the churches was probably unusual, too. Perhaps it really did have a way.
Klein lightly tapped his knee twice with his fingertips, then began cautiously, "Actually... this happened because I took on a private job."
"A private job?" Charles suddenly laughed, easing much of the tension in the room. "Every detective takes private jobs, actually."
"I understand. You just want to earn a little extra income."
He waved a hand. "As long as you don't go too far, we usually turn a blind eye."
"The Guild is quite lenient about these things."
Seeing how effortlessly Charles handled the conversation, Klein couldn't help considering an idea.
Why not tell him the truth and ask what he thinks?
At worst, I can abandon the Sherlock Moriarty identity and change my name again.
Uh... Just as he hesitated over whether to speak, Charles abruptly changed the subject. "Sherlock, you're a Beyonder, aren't you?"
!
He figured it out!
Klein's face instinctively threatened to twitch, but fortunately, his Clown abilities allowed him to rein in his expression without showing much of a reaction.
Stay calm, he warned himself. With so many Beyonders gathered in the Guild, it wasn't surprising that Charles, as its administrator, could spot the signs.
No, it was more likely that he was a Beyonder himself.
An ordinary person couldn't keep order in a Guild filled with all sorts of Beyonders.
Klein recalled how Charles had recruited him shortly after his arrival in Backlund.
Could he have noticed something back then and deliberately recruited me because of it?
He thought that guess