The Hilton Investigative Office has always been a very quiet place, largely unattended, and although the King thinks it can take on some business, more people are used to the old ways - so not many people visit the Hilton Investigation. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info For the incumbents at Hilton, they are understaffed and don't like to get involved in too many inconsequential matters.

What's more, in the two offices of the Hilton Investigation Agency, one is unmanned all year round, and the other has only one staff member who does not like to go out most of the time.

Jill was the clerk.

He was looking through a somewhat defective book, and many of the pages in it had fallen off. It seems to have some problems with its save.

Then there was a knock on the door—and Jill looked at the door in silence for a moment, glancing at the empty desk opposite, before he said in a loud voice, "Please come in." ”

Jill isn't good at interacting with people—though it's gotten better in the last few years.

He still couldn't remember many faces, but he could make some impressions of them now than he didn't recognize them in previous years—and the man who came in, Jill had a deeper impression of them—the thin girl, with her black dress looking only a little more dignified than that of a commoner, and her red eyes were rare.

Fitney.

"Hello, is Mr. Coriford there?" asked Fitney, who seemed a little surprised at first when he saw Jill.

"He's not here. Jill replied lightly.

If Coriford had been Gil at this time, he would have asked Fitney what was going on - he had done a good job as a good man, but unfortunately Gil was not good at and didn't like to do that kind of thing, and he seemed much more stiff at this time, and he looked like he wanted to get rid of everything.

"Is that so, can I ask about something else?" the girl walked in—Jill frowned casually.

Lately, Coriford has been out of the office, and it's inevitable that he'll find himself in a situation where dealing with one person can be a real headache.

"What are you asking?" said Jill.

"Did Mr. Coriford help the Avril family? I have heard that he is on good terms with Miss Polina. ”

Jill finally looked up at Phytenay - Fitney was a little different from usual, a faint smile on her face, and it was impossible to see what such a smile meant, but Jill felt very bad.

"It's his private business, I don't know. Jill couldn't see anything on Fitney's face, so she lowered her head again.

"Do you have a good relationship with him? It's only been a few years since the Hilton Investigative Office was established -- and I've heard that he was once a civilian, and that a civilian could sit in such a position. Fitney didn't care about his attitude and continued to ask, "I heard that you were promoted by him, which is really a strange thing. ”

Jill didn't speak.

"Mr. Corifo is a man to be admired, and I have heard that he has a wide range of hobbies that led to the association with Miss Polina, and if I remember correctly, Miss Polina is the actor of Hella in 'Merte Sesi' - and it is not a good thing to blame herself for so many things. ”

"That's true, but Colifor's support for Polina as the heroine is not something he could have done. ”

"Oh?"

"Some say he received some inheritance—things that they thought didn't exist when their family fell, but he found them. Jill said slowly, and he looked up at Fitney again, looking at her with an intriguing look in his eyes, "It was the author of the script of 'Merte Sesi' who gave him the power to choose the heroine, but I always felt that if he hadn't had the talent for it—or maybe he didn't have the right name, he would have been the leading actor, right?"

Fitnair heard sarcasm from Jill's mouth - but who knows what he was sarcastic?

"He used to be a civilian, before he worked here, but he was lucky. Jill added.

"Like Mert Sesi?"

"Miss Aven, do you believe this story is true, why don't you read it and evaluate it?"

"Are you going? I think you think this story is very real. ”

"Of course, the author is the one I've ever met who likes to write about the pain of reality in a script — though I think it's boring. ”

Fitney's eyebrows furrowed, "Why? Isn't it fascinating to have something to do with reality?"

"Pain is not a script, some people die in pain, those things are also reality, even if their pain is reproduced in the form of a drama, but it is no longer that emotion - it is better to devirtual something, to make it seem less hypocritical. Jill's tone was unceremoniously.

It's like three years ago.

"Really, it seems that you are a man with a lot of stories, have you ever encountered anything?" Fitney's attention shifted to Jill.

Jill didn't want to mention it—he didn't know why he was talking so much.

This feeling...... It's not my own intention.

By nature, Jill became vigilant, looking at Fitney with a little more caution in his eyes.

"Like, a ruined home, an incomprehensible shattered dream......" Fitney said to himself, seemingly noticing that Jill was beginning to be wary of himself—a flash of shock flashing in Jill's eyes.

In a trance, she seemed to give herself a unique illusion.

Who is she?

Jill had no interest in this Evan Freyton, just like the other nobles, but she suddenly walked up to him and mentioned something she didn't want to recall......

Who is she?

"Well, it's getting late—and since Mr. Coriford isn't here, I'm not going to say anything more here, you're a good clerk, and the Hilton Investigative Agency is more than you think...... Much better. Fitnair looked out the window at dusk, the light falling on her, coating her with a fading aura.

Fitney left.

Jill kept his eyes on her for the last moment, afraid to forget any of her movements.

Feeling distraught, he haphazardly took out a piece of paper from a drawer, on which he scribbled something haphazardly.

Something came back to his mind, making him lose sight of his surroundings.

So he didn't see that Fettnay, who had already left the place, appeared outside the window of the office, and she passed by the window and casually glanced inside.

"Miss, it's time to go. Dick's voice rang out beside her.

"Dick, I don't know why you trust me. But I always want you not to understand me - people like me will end up with nothing. Fitney said slowly.