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Carol...

Mr. Vice President...

Mind your manners.

I'm sorry! I just got carried away.

What were you doing?

I was thinking about this story.

Story?

Yes. The series of strange tales that started in November of 1930.

Once, we traveled together on a train, didn't we, Carol?

Do you remember what I said to you at the time?

Let's see...

Wow! A rainbow!

Carol...

From the time that we were children, we have thought of rainbows

as being beautiful things, without any doubts at all.

Why is that?

People who do not know about the refraction of light

may also think of it as a harbinger of a natural disaster.

Something unwelcome might be coming down through that rainbow.

The vegetation may be burning up at the base of that rainbow.

Why is it that we feel a sense of fairy tales

from that bit of seven-colored information?

Have you ever thought about that?

No.

I mean, even if I did think about it, I couldn't tell,

and besides, our job is not to think about things,

but to report to others the outcome of what has already happened.

319 points.

Out of how many?

It's true, our job is to convey the truth to others,

but the moment that we obtain any information, be it truth or falsehood,

we must not stop thinking. We must not stop at just determining

whether the information is true or false.

Such is the responsibility of those who deliver information to others.

But, what is there to think about?

Just thinking about something doesn't change whether or not it's true, right?

Yes, it does change.

Do you remember, Carol?

Yes, Mr. Vice President.

A story is neither information, nor is it accumulated information.

It is the result of what has been thought.

Carol, why did you think that these stories started in November, 1930?

Well...

What's the matter, Carol? And you call yourself the assistant

to Gustave Saint-Germain, Vice President of the Daily Days ?

Well, I...

Let's say, Carol...

It is 1711,

and it would be best to start inside the Advenna A vis , as it crosses the Atlantic.

Or, perhaps,

it might be best to start with the nasty business

that happened aboard the transcontinental Flying Pussyfoot,

which was covered up.

Either way, Carol,

you have chosen November of 1930 as the start of the story.

Why is that?

Mr. Vice President, it's because...

It's because, you see, I thought about what would be easiest to understand.

It was at that point when these incidents first came before our eyes.

That's why.

156 points.

Out of how many?

Indeed, it is easier to understand.

But Carol,

you should think about more than just the time axis.

The characters are also crucial.

Let's say...

Yow!

Isaac!

What if we were to look at that eccentric pair of robbers

as being the main characters?

Or, perhaps,

the young lad, suffering with a cursed destiny?

Or, perhaps,

the Gandor Family's brilliant young capo?

Or, perhaps...

If that's what you mean...

Charity? Please, do you have any charity to offer?

The Lord is watching your actions.

In time, the Lord will judge your actions...

Old-timer...

He seems main-characterish.

"-ish"?

Yes. "-ish."

I'm in a good mood today.

Take it.

Thank you very much, sir!

The Lord is sure to bless your actions!

Quit being so pious only when it suits you, old-timer.

Just a moment, sir.

I have some flowers I picked this morning, to thank you.

They're probably wilted anyhow.

I'm not so sure about that... sir!

Well, he's pretty close, isn't he?

Say, tell me something...

Stay back, you monster!

Did you know that I was Firo Prochainezo, of the Martillo Family,

old-timer?!

I see now!

"Main-characterish." You may indeed be right about that.

Aren't I?

Still, Carol, depending upon whom you focus on,

the same incident switches form in an ever-changing manner.

In other words, there is one incident,

but there are as many stories about it as there are people involved.

Listen up, men!

Destroy everything!

No need for warnings or negotiating!

Now, it's our time!

Nobody else exists in our world!

Gandors, Martillos, it doesn't matter! Crush them till there's nothing left!

Make it as though they utterly never existed!

So, what became of that idiot, Luck?

Chick- san is handling him.

He's seeing if he still has enough sensitivity left to feel any pain.

Boss, they got us again!

What's the damage?

A gambling parlor, a bar, and a ticket window.

Luckily, nobody is dead.

Those Runoratas! I'm gonna blow them away!

Clobber them! And kill them dead!

We dragged back one of the guys that went after the ticket window.

All right...

You're the bastard that came after our turf, are you?!

You've got a lot of spunk, huh?

So you're saying, it starts when the Mafia and the Camorra go after each other?

In one instance.

Luck Gandor has been put to sleep.

Word was that he was pretty capable, but it was child's play.

The Gandors are a small-time outfit, anyway.

It won't take much trouble to wipe them out.

We've made arrangements to purchase some newer, special bombs from certain sources,

so in time, we'll also round up the Martillos.

Never mind that. There's something that I need you to do.

Or, perhaps...

Big Brother Dallas...

Where are you?

Or perhaps, Carol,

it wouldn't be too surprising for us to be the ones at the start of this story.

We couldn't be!

Dallas Genoard. You know him, right?

Yeah. He's the second son of the Genoard family.

He's the son of Raymond Genoard, whom you killed on your own,

without instructions from me.

Dallas Genoard is the younger brother of Geoffrey Genoard,

whom you also killed on your own. You follow?

Yeah. So what about Dallas?

He contacted the office.

He said that you're the one who killed his father and brother, Gustavo.

He also says that he has proof.

T-That can't be right. I even paid off the court officers.

There's no way there's any proof.

Then how is it that Dallas named you?

Well...

Deal with it.

Find him, and bring him here.

Y-Yes, sir.

But what about the Gandors?

Dallas has first priority. Find him as soon as possible.

Y-Yes, sir.

Do I get to decide whether he comes in dead or alive?