Seiun wo Kakeru

Agie, along with Nazioni and Franco, was at Bona's house.

Age's face is slightly reddish with expressions such as her inability to contain her inner grump.

The hand held tight was white.

Nazioni and Franco are also in a bad mood.

He bent his mouth to the letter to, observing the village chiefs in the realm lining up before them.

There was a tingling air.

Nobody opens their mouth and waits for things to change.

Perplexing would be the village chiefs of the other villages gathered.

Though I sit in a chair for the most part and wait, I have a look of doubt.

I was barely forced to convene where I was returning, and I haven't been asked why.

Some of them seemed to remember rebellion and anxiety over unilateral actions.

Nevertheless, I didn't even have time to give a long explanation.

The ones from the distant village were about to leave soon after packing.

Some of them had already left.

As something that stands above people, the value of information is known to some extent.

Of course, compared to modern Japan, which has become an advanced information society, it is a very eagle tale.

Nature and neighboring villages are solidified, and there is a secret exchange of information.

Each voice was small, but if gathered, it would sound quite loud, but this was not forced to stop.

Instead, it would just cause a backlash, because of the decision.

Age feels sorry for those gathered, not having any connection with the killer at all.

But if we miss this moment, when many village representatives gather, it becomes almost impossible to conduct an investigation.

I want to catch something indecent at all costs.

I want to stifle you.

They ruined people's precious weddings.

Though I calmed down once, my anger was boiling back at the bottom of my belly.

After I uncover the killer brilliantly, I want him to be punished considerably.

By the way, I don't know Age, but the crime of burglary is terribly heavy in this day and age.

If I knew I was going to cut my hands off, I'm not sure I would have tried to pursue it this far.

The facilitator Franco took it for me.

Because it's problematic for Age, the groom and victim here, to come forward.

"Thank you for responding to my sudden convocation. I think there is confusion, but I want to explain the situation here first. Until today, Age's blacksmith was vandalized by someone."

"What?

"Who the hell..."

"What's the purpose? You want to steal technology?

On purpose, the place became noisy.

Something that opens your eyes to surprise, something that looks around you quickly, something that keeps an eye on things without expression.

Some show sympathy for Agie as she sees fit.

Some exchanged opinions in a whisper with the blur.

each reaction. Agee observes jizzily and silently.

Nazioni and Bona on this occasion would probably be doing the same.

Compared to Age, people are used to observing and moving people.

It would be very comforting to be on your side.

But who is it?

As a matter of fact, Age had some anticipation ahead of time.

People living on the western side of the island have had previous interactions and commercial distribution has just begun, with very few benefits of working stealing.

It is difficult to believe that the relationship will extend to the offense until it carries the risk that it will deteriorate significantly in the future.

That's why I thought very simply that it wasn't the people on the east side.

(Do you understand, Bona?)

(No... I can't tell by the reaction alone)

(I thought it was Mr. Ghazir)

The most suspicious thing was Gazelle, who somehow got tangled up in Age.

But Ghazir had an unexpected look on his face.

I don't even show any suspicious sniffing, like wiping sweat or letting my eyes run softly.

If this actually extends to the crime, it would mean Grandpa Raccoon, but I don't think so either.

Do you mean white as far as this matter is concerned rather than old?

"So, what did they call us? At least I didn't do it, and I don't know who did it."

He raised the question as Dinan represented.

You had the same question, and the village chiefs around you swoop their heads vertically.

Some of them appeared to be clowns and Zilva.

Aren't these three suspects either...?

I don't know. It's also unclear whether the killer is still here in the first place.

Even as Age, I don't want to doubt them with AC.

Considering who I knew, I didn't think of myself as someone who would do such evil.

I wanted to think that if possible, someone stranger drowned in an immediate desire and dyed his hands.

"I want you to cooperate with the investigation. Specifically, I want to check my belongings."

"You're suspicious of us?

"It's a proposition!

"Look it up. How do you take responsibility if you don't get proof!?

The anger echoes.

The room was a crisp and trembling voice.

The intimidation of a person who turns red in the face and opens his eyes is considerable.

But no fearful member has been chosen.

Nazioni, as well as Franco and Bona, have livers sitting on them.

They are all those who are at a minimum ready.

I was flushing it flat.

Age, too, did not tolerate fear because of the myriad of negotiations she had had on so many previous occasions and, above all, the anger she had.

"If you're not going to cooperate, you're just going to get more suspicious. If you are confident in your innocence, we would like you to cooperate even more."

Franco says pissilli.

He had a sharp voice that made the place quiet.

The village chiefs found themselves troubled.

If all of a sudden you suspect, everyone is offended.

I want to say no, but I don't even want them to suspect me.

That feeling seems clear to me.

"We came all the way from far away, to celebrate our wedding, to prepare souvenirs. I know what it's like to be a rough groom. I feel sorry to have such an uninvited guest. But at the same time, you want us to be suspects."

A clown glanced at Age.

I'm complaining about something with my gaze.

I thought a little bit about what you wanted to say.

"To those of you who helped me with the investigation, let me give you a production in the blacksmith as a feeling. It's a form to add to a wedding gift."

"I see. Well, I don't mind..."

"Um, I understand sincerity. It's not a rush to cooperate."

"It's just, well, right after they rough it up. Don't expect anything too good. It's just a feeling."

The clown's quest for an opinion around him put in a lot of rebellious voices.

The tingling air also calmed down considerably.

Signs of Franco and Nazioni have also disappeared.

As lords, they have their own prestige.

If easily refused, it would scratch authority, and if held back too much, it would cause extra backlash.

I didn't put it in my attitude, but I was pretty angry inside, and I would have been worried.

"So what do you do?

"Property inspection comes first. Or they have one more thing."

With Franco's words, his gaze is directed at Age.

Agie nodded and came forward.

"Is anyone wearing wooden shoes on this occasion?

Each village chief faces each other.

Then we checked each other's feet, and some came forward.

When the village chief's entourage is combined, it becomes a cool number.

"The blacksmith was heavily vandalized. Things are scattered, feet are in desolate and difficult condition...... By the way, the blacksmith floor is called Sanwa Soil" Taki ", a mixture of various things around the soil."

Sanwa Soil is an essential floor covering for a blacksmith.

It is made by mixing three types of soil and stiffening them together, so it is called searing with three Japanese soils.

The scaffolding can be firmly consolidated by tightening it very hard, but what is excellent is the soil nonetheless, in that it softly absorbs sound reflections.

If this is made concrete or tiled, the sound will echo and damage the blacksmith's ears.

The faces gathered give a strange look to Agee, who began to suddenly explain.

But here's the real deal.

"I'm supposed to tap it and tighten it hard, but the killer must have been too busy and in a hurry to find something, it left a crisp footprint"

Footprints are still stored.

It was hard to be careful if the Ages would not erase their footprints in sorting it out.

"Footprints can vary in shape depending on what you're wearing, the size of your feet, your weight, etc. It will also vary depending on how your shoes are reduced. Together, we'll have a big lead on finding the killer."

Well.

Are there any dumb killers who are losing their complexion with this?

Age slowly hoarded between them and said away.

"Let me check your shoe marks."