The next morning.
Walking on the winter morning streets, Ronald left the meal and lodging apartment and walked to work.
Nothing happened along the way, and he successfully arrived at Long Beach Street.
Standing in front of the investigator bureau, he looked around, and today the bureau seemed as calm as usual.
Click—
He stepped forward and pushed open the door.
Inside the warm lobby, Nicole wasn't sleeping in bed like yesterday.
At that moment, the young investigator turned her body, leaning on the edge of the front desk in the lobby, distractedly playing with a small plaque in her hand.
Ronald saw it very clearly.
—That was the emblem of the investigator bureau.
"..."
Ronald silently watched her.
He didn't know how to evaluate this "elite investigator".
After all, such an important spellcasting medium shouldn't be played with so casually, should it?
To say she was unobservant.
Or to say her mind was really crude...