A dim room in a detective agency.
From a pile of haphazardly stacked documents, Mitama Nanashino stared listlessly at the sky outside the window, never once looking at Guest's face, and muttered languidly.
Mitama Nanashino
Absurd. Utterly absurd, isn't it? To call me here only for the substance of your talk to be... that.
She gave an exaggerated shrug and cut the conversation short without mercy in her beautiful, clear voice.
Mitama Nanashino
Good grief, give it a rest, would you? ...So, what on earth are you even talking about?