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"What lovely weather, Letty. Don't you think?"
Seeing that Audrey still seemed not to have recovered, Richard waved a hand himself, making a stack of papers on a nearby shelf fly over and land neatly in front of him like cards in a magician's hands.
"On a lovely day like this, it's fitting to do some good deeds."
"For example, empty our magazines, decorate our streets, then empty the decorations' family coffers and use their money to build schools and factories for the children."
Audrey's expression was slightly blank. Only now did she seem to have come to her senses. The bodies still hanging from protrusions in the wall outside filled her with an inexplicable fear-she was afraid of dead people, which was perfectly normal. She was a girl not yet nineteen, and she had never truly seen a dead person before. But the three people hanging on the wall did not look horrifying in death, merely unsettling. Audrey wanted to look again, but restrained herself.
She could not explain this sudden fear in her heart, either.
But as a Psychiatrist, she had guessed its cause.
"I really wish I could do this in the Northern Continent too."
Richard deftly leafed through the files and documents in his hands, stamping them or marking them with crosses with practiced ease. His face wore its usual gentle, genial smile, in stark contrast to what he was doing, had done, and was about to do. It was as though the two aspects of a devil and a righteous man had been fully integrated into a single person's body. She had never imagined anyone could be so purely kind and so insanely cruel-just like that day, it once again drove home to Audrey the extent of the mental abnormalities of High Sequence Beyonders