"If they want to frame me, they need to have someone survive the turmoil here so it could mark the starting point of launching the investigation or whatever. I mean, they can fabricate everything, but considering the actions of the acid magician within the first outpost, they are prepared to make their stunt as believable as possible."
The black-haired boy smirked at the corpse puppet and pointed out, before staring at the ceiling.
"Although, while we are talking about their plan... isn't it.. .excessive...? I know people are weird and all, but I can't help being suspicious about the things Miriette and Roiso have told us."
He asked, furrowing his brow and making Xeonith blink a few times, taken aback.
"What do you mean by excessive? From what the two sentinels have told me, the acid magician was quite unhinged. Is it really that surprising that she said something that she wasn't supposed to?"
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