The Other Side of the Last Boss

I turn to the man.

"Then why don't you put it down first? Let me ask your name. Give me your ledger, too."

When I told him, the man was upset.

I guess he didn't think he was going to talk to me all of a sudden.

"I didn't bring you a ledger. Like you just said, if they force you to take it away, you're in trouble!

I narrow my eyes.

"Indeed. Let me ask you your name. Since the documents are well maintained in the Bank. This doesn't mean you don't have the money to give it to you, just in case."

"Oh, uh..."

A man is speechless.

"Is that it? I don't think so, but it's not like we haven't opened an account in the bank."

I come one step closer to a man.

"So what are you coming to do?

A man can't answer.

I'll be there for a beat, and I'll get to the core.

"Can't you answer that? I guess that is. There's no way I can tell you I'm coming from Scottyard for a workmanship!

I raise my voice and point at the man with my fingers.

"Chichi, chichichi"

The man wandered openly.

"What!?

"Was a Scottyard spy in here fanning?"

The crowd made a fuss as if they had hived.

I gesture to calm down with both hands.

While everyone is quiet, the man seems to have calmed down a bit, and attempts to argue.

"Oh, that's not true. That's not true."

"Then why are you here? You're useless to the Bank!

"………… I'm with you."

One more man comes out of the crowd.

He had a strong face and an atmosphere where he was not the only one.

"This is my ledger. He was with me."

I'll give that ledger to Martha and get confirmation.

"Sure. Master Clyde, you're here."

"See? Then I'll let the money go down. 'Cause nobody seems to put it down."

Clyde walks out towards the bank entrance.

"May I confirm one thing?

"……… What?"

Clyde's eyes are alert.

"Are you Scottish? When did you get to Britton?

"Do you need to answer such a question? Interrogation or something."

"No, I wish I could prove my innocence."

I shrug my shoulders.

"If he has accompanied you, why couldn't he say it and, alas, panic?

Clyde doesn't answer my questions.

"I guess you haven't even met. It is common in spy organizations. I guess he didn't know about you."

Well, even if I did, there's no way I could introduce you to the spy's boss.

"You have proof and you're saying?

"Then I'll check with you, but do you know Mr. Clyde's address? It's in this ledger."

"Uh..."

The man's eyes swim.

"The house is that way. I didn't even memorize the address myself. I just moved in."

Clyde talks to Bella Bella from herself before the man runs out.

I hear the information this guy knows can already be pursued.

"Were you guys together last night? We seem to be close enough to work together at times like this."

"I wonder how it went. I forgot."

Clyde avoided making a clear statement.

I guess they're being careful not to take the word for it.

"Then let me answer. You weren't with me last night. That's right. Mr. Harkim!

"Hey, why are you giving me my name!?

The man at the bottom named Harkim became even more suspicious of behavior after being named.

Most likely, this name could also be a pseudonym.

"You were with someone else at home. Was your name Mr. Gordoger?"

"Stupid...... were you tailed? That can't be right."

Yeah, I didn't tail him.

"That's what it is."

I started to see rushing colors from Clyde.

"I don't have a problem with that per se. What conversation did you have inside?"

"It's a public story. It's none of your business what you talk about."

Harkim had a trembling leg, but he stretches his best.

"Right. There's nothing wrong with a public story. But what about this word?"

I'll keep their conversation going.

"'This job was too big for me at first, but it was surprisingly easy to win,'" and a bonus. Yeah, I'm gonna have to get this for a Scottyard pound. Ha ha '"

Their tone is imitated as well.

Gordoger's way of speaking was distinctive and would have given them the impression that they had really heard the conversation.

"You had this exchange."

"Kid, you guys are such idiots."

Clyde's face turned bright red with anger.

"Oh, that can't be right. What we talked about was a soundproof back room. There's no way it leaks outside. No way. By magic? That's not possible either. It's an apartment that protects the magic of site vision."

A world where there is magic that you can freely see as if you were watching over the camera.

There are problems with that magic that seems to be visible everywhere.

Conversations between government greats, spy conversations, women bathing.

There are many occasions when people are in trouble when they see them.

So there is anti-magic to it.

But even its protective magic can't prevent the Evil Gods' Ibil-eye vision.

That's why I watched. The room.

I was listening. That conversation.

"You're lying to me! Do you have proof? Evidence."

Clyde screams.

There's no such thing.

"Let's say we magically see if that's a lie."

"Bullshit again. Such magic doesn't exist in this world."

"Ibilsnake."

I do the crushing magic with a small voice.

Something strange happens to Harkim.

"Hey, what is it?

The uncomfortable man takes off his upper body clothes.

On the man's skin, the snake was moving endlessly.

It's like a picture on your body is moving.

"What is it? This. Yeah. Yeah."

"It's a serpent of judgment. That snake eats you from the inside out when you lie. Your brain is so crisp."

"I've never seen such magic before!

There's no way it's because it's evil attribute magic.

"A snake in your body naturally sees through your lies. Now the question. Are you a Scottyard spy?

The man gets upset and sees the area as a dick.

And Clyde and I met each other.

"There's no way I'm allowed to do this. Hey, you guys, okay?"

Clyde tries to fan around, but all the crowd only sends a cold gaze.

"Fuck."

Clyde tried to hit me.

But at that moment, he grabs his body from behind.

"You shouldn't be violent. Please calm down."

Long on the beard side. Musculoskeletal flesh.

It is Gareth, the head of the Fifth Corps.

"What is it, this guy, that I can't shake it off at all!

Some arm stands in the human race, but so does the baby for the Legion Leader of the Evil Gods.

There's no way I can move.

"Now, shall I get an answer? Too late, snakes start eating brains."

"Hi. good. Yes, I'm a Scottyard spy."

"You idiot. Oh."

Clyde makes a sad scream.

"Because if you lie, you die. The snake disappeared, I'm glad."

When the confession was made, I unlocked the magic.

I guess I've had enough.

Should I give these guys to the government constitution?

I don't even have an in-laws to investigate spy nets.

"You shouldn't have come out."

I point out Clyde's mistake.

If I hadn't come out, at least Clyde wouldn't have been caught.

"This assignment is a serious responsibility. It was never tolerated, for example, to fail in this way. If only you weren't here. Ahhh!

Clyde's grudging screams echo around the Bank of Britons.

"But unfortunately, I'm done. I'm not interested, but Britton will want the information you have."

"There's no way we can talk about that!

Clyde looks ready and eats his teeth off.

Then a bubble blew out of my mouth and I began to cramp (convulsions).

"Nah. What is this guy?"

Gareth rushes to examine her body.

Clyde was already dead.

"Were you poisoning the back of your teeth? Fair enough."

This one was a fine spy.

I guess he had information that he should never give to Britton.

"Now that we know this commotion is Scottyard's workmanship, does anyone still want to put the money down?

Nobody answered my question with YES, and one person walks away with another.

"If you have an account with another bank and you have someone you're anxious to know, here's what you should tell them. He told me to move the deposit to Bank of Britons. He said he could pull down as many deposits as he wanted there!

I close my speech by saying so.

This is the end of the disturbance around the Bank of Britons.

Perhaps the disturbances in the other banks should not be far away and calm down.