Even though Gaius said half of what he thought of, he felt somewhat vague that he might be hitting the spot.
"... the thirteen books that I disposed of were definitely real fake books?
"Oh. The real fake book sounds weird, but it was definitely made by Prometheus."
"Hey, how do you know for sure?
"As I said earlier, fake books contain magic. So, the magic has a color for each individual operator. That's why you can't go wrong. The thirteen books I disposed of at that time had all the colors of Prometheus on them."
"So, some fake books burned with Zangi?
"Oh, it was the color of Prometheus."
"... doesn't that mean there are twelve more books, whether Prometheus is alive or not?
"Oh, I'm afraid so."
"... the remaining twelve books, do you think Signus has?
"Probably... na..."
So Carla looked out the window and looked away.
Although Gaius saw the appearance and wondered whether he was looking at the beautiful town of Thebe or awakening distant memories of the past, he thought he would not answer it from what he had heard and stopped listening.
Two.
After a while, I made arrangements for the hotel. Rodemul came back.