Cuthes appeared at their shoulders, dazed flower-seller in tow, interrupting the conversation. "Tell me everything that happened, if you would?"
Defi glanced at the others, then realized that after the flower-seller, he was the only one here who was at the beginning of the incident. From the look of the flower-seller, she'd already been questioned. Creator, he didn't wake up this morning expecting to be interrogated. He was just buying a plant. It wasn't even him who killed it.
Still, he obediently recounted the encounter.
"You're from the southern mountains, aren't you? You must have some thoughts on this."
Ahaha. That story was surely getting traction; he should study more about the southern mountains. Defi put on his most nonchalant air. "Only that the beast being in that flower pot was no accident."
Considering how carefully the scyllarelis was arranged to look like a plant, Defi could understand the adjutant's fiercely furrowed brows.
I am here.