Elsa looked around, pulled over a chair, and sat at the head of the long table.
When Vanessa was absent, she presided over the meetings. After all, she was nominally the leader of the Communion, commanding the entire society.
Watching her drag a chair over from the side, Dorothea frowned. "Is it my imagination, or are there fewer chairs?"
Maeve's eyes lit up. "Someone's stealing chairs? I'll catch them!"
But Dorothea waved a hand. "How could anyone steal anything? This is the Abode. Everything is under the Lord's gaze."
Yet her tone grew hesitant. "But it is true that some things are missing."
Looking around the entire meeting hall, they could clearly see that some furniture was missing.
Even quite a few floor tiles in the corner had been pried up.
"This is a dream. Nothing here can be taken into reality. In other words, nothing here should be able to go missing..."
"You mean..."
Everyone's eyes settled on Dorothea.
The girl adjusted her Monocle. "Once you eliminate everything impossible, however bizarre the result, it must be the truth-"
She took a deep breath and looked at Maeve. "It was you!"
Maeve froze and pointed at herself. "Me?"
"No, not you. The dog lying on your lap!"
Everyone looked over together. The Golden-Haired Dog that none of them could catch was lying on Maeve's lap, its eyes lazily closed.
"You're saying it stole the furniture?"
"Given this dog's unique nature, I don't think it necessarily stole them. More likely... it ate them!"
"It might be able to eat and digest the furniture and floor tiles through some method we don't understand!"
"After all, even a thief wouldn't steal the floor tiles too, would they?"
Though bizarre, the analysis seemed to make some sense and held together.
Most importantly, none of