"... El... didn't you erase all the memories of those involved in the assassination?
As soon as Gaius returned to his room, he lowered his back to the couch and asked Elle in a sigh mix.
Elle then returned to his original appearance by returning to Gaius's room and sat cleverly on the carpet in front of the couch.
"... but I'm sure I erased the memory of everyone but Lombardo and Shester..."
"... there's no way Shester would betray anything at all"
"Of course not. Besides, if it's not Lombardo, and it's not me..."
"Do you even have an idea?
"Maybe there's someone out of that forest before I show up in front of them..."
"... what do you mean?
"It wasn't Eden Forest that Gorkos was assassinated. Actually, Gorkos was killed around the halfway point between Esta and Eden. And they went to Eden to bury and hide the remains. And then, when they broke up and made a scene, I showed up."
"I mean, between the assassination of General Gorkos and the emergence of Elle in the woods of Eden, is there someone out of the group?
"No, I don't think I can think of anything else either. Just... then why is it now, six years after that? That doesn't bother me."
"Sure... but here we are... now we may not have time to go out to the basement or around greeting hell?
"Right. I just wanted to say a few words to Mr. Upak and the Delkias that you would probably be worried about...... I can't help it if this happens! El, let's go to the Elmour administration, too!
When Gaius said so, he stood up completely, and nodded forcefully with eyes to eyes with El in the front.
Two.
"Lombard Schneider! And it's Helmut Shester! You've both received a complaint from Pope Roenglin!
A loud voice echoed indoors as the fury of Eduardo Müller, Secretary of State of the genus Elmur, the great man of the arms who takes the alias of the eagle of Elmur by the sharp glance of its raptors.
When the Lombards feared together and thanked each other deeply, they slowly raised their faces, carefully disguised as calm so that the eagles of Elmur would not understand their hearts.
Then Secretary Muller began to whine against both names, looking sharply at their complexions with his eyesight, but not at all.
"... six years. Six years have already passed since that incident...... so why? Why is it that by now the low englin has been steaming back? Schneider, Chester, it doesn't matter either way. Do you have any idea?
Then Shester answered without interrupting her hair.
"No, there isn't! It can't be!
When Shester said so, he took Muller's eye directly from the front, keeping a close eye on him.