"Dunkirk, sir."

"Go investigate Detective Kyopa, it's been over a week with no response."

"She's probably dead."

A woman in luxurious attire, wearing a hood, crouched on the railing, facing Dunkirk, who was standing on the clock tower, overlooking the entire city of Bocity.

Seeing no response from Dunkirk, the woman broke out in a cold sweat before continuing.

"... Before reporting to you, I did a bit of investigation myself and discovered that only Mira from the police station has been consistently late for work recently. She's very likely the one who killed the detective."

"Should we arrest her?"

Dunkirk, blowing in the melancholic western wind, gazed down at the shimmering Bocity below, furrowing his brows slightly.

"Arrest just one person?"

"Of course not. All of Kyopa's special police."

"All my subordinates are at your disposal."

"We must capture all of Kyopa's people, without mercy."

Having spoken these cruel words, Dunkirk didn't even blink.

"Ah, sir, acting without evidence, while our factions may differ, this probably goes against legal protocols, doesn't it?"

The woman jumped off the railing, bowed respectfully, and spoke softly to Dunkirk.

"May I ask you a question?"

"Thinking about legal matters at a time like this?"

"Get it done immediately. I want to see the heads of all of Kyopa's special police in my office."

"If Mira is caught, she can be interrogated."

"But if she can't be caught, just kill her."

"I don't want to see anyone from Oedipus in Bocity again."

With one hand on the railing, the woman hesitated, nodded at Dunkirk.

"I understand, sir..."

After speaking, the woman spread her wings, intending to leave, but Dunkirk stopped her.

"Wait, did you find out about the incident at the Meisha bar earlier?"

"Was it the work of Turing and Merka?"

"Sir, you're right. twenty-three witnesses from the suburban police station have confessed, confirming that it was Turing and Merka's doing."

"I knew it... those two, they never let me rest easy in critical moments."

A hint of tenderness flashed in Dunkirk's cold eyes as she let out a deep sigh.

"Keep this matter under wraps as much as possible, say it was a fire, an earthquake, anything will do."

"You may go now."

"Yes."

Reporting to a tiger like accompanying a monarch, the woman eagerly spread her magical wings and fled from this cold-faced superior.

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"What's wrong with the two of them?"

"I don't know… probably quarreling, it's not the first time anyway."

Jose watched the two silent figures in front of him for over thirty minutes, rubbing his wrinkled cheeks with both hands, smiling helplessly.

Mrs. Marianna sat by the warm fireplace, quietly knitting, not directly answering Jose's question.

"Sister Altria, and Mr. Merka, too."

"Do not, do not argue, okay?"

"Before, weren't we so close to each other?"

Watching the two in a cold war, Yorkshire, who was sitting on the black piano chair practicing the piano, lost his concentration on playing the piano, advising the two, hoping they could reconcile.

In Yorkshire's impression, these two used to be inseparable, the kind of love-dependent couple who were always clinging affectionately to each other.

How could they suddenly become like this, that must have been quite a big conflict?

"Hmph, that's impossible."

Turing snorted and pursed his lips.

"Unless Merka apologizes to me first... Otherwise, um, at least I won't talk to him for at least a week."

Just as Turing finished speaking, he hesitated, furrowing his brow as he stole a glance at Merka, who seemed indifferent, feeling a pang of pain in his heart, and quickly changed his tone.

"A week... um, a week might be a bit too long, how about three days."

Turing pouted.

"I'm not going to apologize."

"Because I didn't do anything wrong in the first place."

Turing thought that with these words, Merka would give in, but he hadn't expected Merka to become even more stubborn.

"You!"

Turing felt like he was about to be enraged.

"I told you! It wasn't me who used magic at the Meisa bar that day!"

"But even if it was me, I probably would have done the same at the time."

"Think about it, in such a hellish place, who is innocent?"