"Arbiter Rook?"
"Yes, it's me."
"Where are you?"
"What, do you want to come see me?"
"I'll report this."
"Report it? Heh, would you dare?"
"I don't see why I wouldn't dare. You're wanted by the Order God Church. I'm very curious what gives you the right to say that."
"I killed Pavaro with my own hands, and I'm certain Pavaro was dead then. So who exactly are you?"
"I'm Pavaro."
"I don't think there's any need to keep pretending during this call. What do you think?"
"I'm not pretending. I am Pavaro."
"Aren't you afraid your disguise will be exposed?"
"Arbiter Rook."
"Yes?"
"You're welcome to report it."
The other end of the line fell silent.
Kallen looked calmly at Alfred, waiting for the other party's response.
Since he had dared to borrow Mr. Pavaro's identity, he had considered this situation. Pavaro was already dead; that was a fact. But the people who had killed Pavaro had lost the right to speak because their crimes had been exposed.
Finally, Rook spoke again on the other end of the line:
"You know I can't do that."
"I hope you will. Or you could ask whoever is sheltering you now to report it for you."
"Pavaro, I'll call you Pavaro for now. There are some things we both understand perfectly well."
"No, I don't. And that includes this call, which I'll report immediately."
"I'm here to make a deal with you, Pavaro."
"I won't make any deals with a criminal who has turned his back on Order."
"I'll give you plenty of point vouchers, as long as you tell me how you became Pavaro!"
"I don't understand what you're talking about. I advise you to turn yourself in right now and face the judgment of Order."
"I could kill Pavaro once,