Fenrir together with Monica walked to a secluded place that was known to the young lady, an old bookshop and craft shop. The swindler jokes that the place was the perfect place to hold him and torture him without anyone suspecting that he was there. Monica replies that for him it must be all bad jokes, sour remarks, and mistrust. The man nods, saying that this is how life has shaped him and allowed him to get to where he is now.
‘Don't worry about the landlady, she's my grandmother and she won't say anything because I've already warned her in advance of our talk.’
‘How?’
‘Don't freak out, I'm not watching you. It's not like today I knew I'd find you specifically here, it'll all make sense when we talk. After all, Lion didn't stop talking about you a lot when he was serving as an escort for me.’