Oh, brother. You're back.

PETE. Everything okay?

　They met at the entrance to the basement.
　Lasse and Pete happened to meet out of Aria's sight.

I mean, why don't you get some new clothes?　You look like crap.

I don't care if you like it or not, we have a newcomer on the scene.

　Without caring about Lasse's point, Pete told him everything that had just happened.
　The existence of Aria must be valuable to Lasse.

　As Pete had expected, Lasse was intrigued.

"You're new?　I didn't authorize that, did I?

"Relax, kid. It's a rare child assassin. Most jobs are easy with this guy.

Wait, wait, wait. I don't understand. We've got a child assassin?

　Lasse slowly looks at Pete's face with a look of ridiculousness on his face.
　The information that they had caught a child assassin - in such a short time - was unbelievable.

　Lasse didn't trust Pete half as much as he usually did.

In the first place, even if he was an assassin, he wouldn't be one of us. Even if he was an assassin, he wouldn't be one of us. He'd just be an attempt on our lives.

"Why don't you just put an explosive in his collar? If you're cocky, leave it to the slavers.

...... Anyway, I guess we got our maniacal pursuer.

　Lasse, who doesn't seem to be lying to Pete at all, has no choice but to proceed with the story.
　If we keep following parallel lines, we're just wasting time.
　If you're going to do that, it's better to actually see it with your own eyes.

Ah. He just asked me if I'd seen a suspicious man. He was pretty easy to catch, but the vibe was the best I've ever had.

What the hell is that guy ......?　I hope you got him in custody.

Of course not. He didn't have a weapon, and there's no way he's getting out of that noose. If you're so curious, just see for yourself.

...... Tsk. I'm busy with the Queen.

　The moment Lasse lightly clicks his tongue and sets foot on the stairs leading to the basement.
　The sound of something being destroyed echoed throughout the basement.

　Lasse and Pete, who are still here, haven't moved at all.
　So it was natural to assume that it was the work of the third person.

　They looked at each other and broke out in a sweat at the same time.