"So, she never intended to construct a vivid world full of flesh-and-blood people from the start, because she knew that really was beyond her abilities."
Fors walked toward Jessica. "So, who the protagonist of this book is... seems obvious. Let me talk to her first."
Klein sat down on the nearest bench, never taking his eyes off Fors for even a moment-he had to make sure he could come to her rescue as quickly as possible if anything went wrong.
The Bell-Ringing Girl came over and sat beside him, lowering her voice:
"Hey! I forgot to ask earlier. Did Detective Zreal send you to find me?"
"Detective Zreal?"
Klein hadn't expected to hear that name again. "No."
The girl took off her hood then, revealing a somewhat disappointed face. "I thought he'd sent you to find me."
Klein froze at the sight of her face, some hazy memories suddenly surfacing: the girl before him was actually the maid he had been searching for all along, Cynthia!
Right, I originally came here somehow because I was looking for her...
Damn it, just how much more of my memory have I lost?
She sighed and felt around inside her clothes. "Ah, I wonder how he's doing now. I still have what he gave me back then."
He's dead.
Klein thought for a moment and didn't tell her.
After all, he still didn't know when they could get out, so it was better not to dampen her spirits yet.
Klein hesitated before asking, "What was it?"
She averted her eyes awkwardly. "I can't really say. Since you're his friend, just ask him yourself when the time comes."
Uh, I'm Detective Zreal's friend?
Ahem, that must have been a white lie.
As for asking him myself when the time comes... better not.
*Huh, if