Gaius said so with a gentle smile at Abel and his junior classmates, looking back, largely, and walking into the school building.
Two.
"Dr. Bolonez, what are they doing there?
Gaius spoke quietly to Boronez's back, who was doing something unconsciously in the corner of the roof.
Bolognese then reacted violently to the voice, turning with great momentum.
"Become!? Come on, you're Gaius Schneider... don't be surprised. I can't believe I'm suddenly calling from behind..."
When Boronez confirmed that the Lord of the Voice was Gaius, he exhaled in a ho as relieved, placing the rag in his hand unwrought on a rather large bag containing painting tools and other things placed at his feet.
"Excuse me. I didn't mean to intimidate you, but my teacher was so unconscious that he was doing something..."
When Gaius said so, Boronez gave a hazy look for a moment, followed by a mild bitter laugh.
"Ah well. No, I'm very obsessed with one thing. I have a habit of forgetting me and punching myself in indifferently. [M] No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
"Doctor, what were you so obsessed with?
Gaius asked Boronez again.
"Ah, here it is. The wall here was black and dirty until just now. Actually, I like extreme beauty. [M] You can't just leave it like that when you see that dirt. But this dirt is pretty stubborn. He was fighting a bad fight."
Although the walls pointed out by Boronez were darker than the walls around them because they were wiped with water cloth or contained moisture, the dirt itself was almost washed off.
"Was I? The dirt... I see. You still have something like a little black stain?
"Ah yes, it is. I don't care how many times I wipe it. Who in the hell defiles a place like this? Trouble."
Boronez complained about bumps, but Gaius was also whining about something with bumps and voiceless voices again.
And a while later, Gaius' face suddenly turned into something purple and sunny.
"I see. Is that what this was all about?"
Gaius was convinced that he had approached the truth of another case.