Clip-clop, clip-clop—
Colin was sitting in the carriage, quietly listening to the information Arthur had brought back, with a grilled fish by his side.
When Arthur returned, the residence had already been tidied up.
At Regina's suggestion, he was now on his way with her to the Patrol Department's archive room.
After a while,
"...Master, that's all the information I've managed to find," Arthur concluded his report.
Sigh~
Just then, they arrived at the Patrol Department.
"Mm," Colin responded without changing expression and got out of the carriage with Regina to enter the archive room.
As soon as they entered the archive room, Regina immediately started flipping through the archives without pause.
Colin, with a calm demeanor, followed suit, waiting for the right moment.
He didn't know how much time had passed.
Regina, frowning, suddenly sighed,
"There's still no trace to be found...
Perhaps, this is truly nothing more than a bizarre incident."