The player hadn't given up.
There was one last hope: Tracker.
Although this brother-in-law wore a stern face all day, he was an Inquisitor Knight, an enforcer of the law. Surely he would handle something like this?
Tracker: "Ah, another one of these..."
He sighed. "I'll take over. But don't get your hopes up. Pursuing this case will take a long time..."
Tracker: "Many victims give up in the end... because cases like these take so much time and effort. Well... many years can pass without any results. After holding out that long, all they can do is give up..."
Tracker: "But don't worry. Even if the victims give up, as knights who have sworn an oath, we will see justice done for them."
The player looked into his eyes and knew he was telling the truth.
But the words "many years can pass without any results" weighed heavily on the player's heart.
Back in that secluded little room.
Thops was still sitting on that battered chair, wearing a strained smile.
"It's all right. Things like this... they're normal, really..."
The player chose: [How can this be normal!]
Thops: "I'm just a Graven Stone! Even if it isn't normal, what can I do?"
The player: [...]
Thops: "Ah, sorry... you've been running around for my sake..."
"Haha, don't look like that. Her Highness the Princess actually invited me! How lucky is that!"
Forcing a smile (T∀T)
The player chose: [Can you accept this?]
Thops fell silent...
"...How could I possibly accept it!"
His voice was almost forced out through clenched teeth, filled with long-suppressed anger and resentment.
The player made a heartfelt choice: [I understand... I'll help you.]
Thops: "Ah, you..."
He looked at the Tarnished and nodded firmly.
"Yes, I understand... I'll leave it to you!"
The player turned