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Carol.

Vice-director.

Such bad manners.

I'm so sorry!

I just got all caught up in this!

What were you doing?

I was thinking.

About these stories.

Stories?

Yes, about that series of mysterious stories that started in November 1930.

There was a time when we were traveling on a train together,

wasn't there, Carol?

Do you remember what I told you then?

Ehmm...

It's a rainbow!

Carol.

Concerning that rainbow, without a sliver of doubt,

we've always considered it to be a beautiful thing.

Why is that?

Among those who know nothing about the refraction of light,

are probably also some who think of it as a prelude to a natural disaster.

Through that rainbow, something bad might descend.

The vegetation at the foot of that rainbow might be on fire.

Why do we feel that these rainbows are so fairytale like?

Have you ever thought about that?

I haven't.

I mean, even if you think about it, there's no way to know.

Besides that, rather than thinking, it is our job to relay existing information to the people.

319 points.

Out of how many points?

Like you said, our job is to relay information to the people.

However, the moment we obtain information, unrelated to whether that information is true or false,

we cannot stop thinking there.

We can't stop thinking after determining its authenticity.

That is the responsibility of those who hand information over to the people.

But thinking... About what?

It's not like the truth will change if we think about it.

No... It changes.

Do you remember now, Carol?

Yes, Vice-director.

A story...

It's not information, nor is it the accumulation of information.

Its conclusion is predefined.

Carol, why did you think this story started in November 1930?

Ehmm...

What's the matter, Carol?

And you call yourself the assistant of Daily Days' Vice-director, Gustave Saint Germain?

That is...

For example, Carol...

It is the year 1711.

It might be a good idea to start from within the ship, Advena Avis,

which was crossing the Atlantic.

It might also be a good idea to start from the tragic event that occurred on

the transcontinental train, Flying Pussyfoot, and was secretly swept under the rug.

Regardless of all that, you have chosen November 1930 as the start of the story.

So... Why is that?

Vice-director, that is...

That is because I considered the difficulty of its comprehension.

When we caught hint of that story, that was the first thing we came across.

That's why--

156 points.

Eh, out of how many points?

It may definitely be easy to understand it that way.

However, Carol...

You shouldn't think only about the chronology.

Humans are like that as well.

For example...

Ouch!

Isaac!

How about we see that peculiar robber duo as the lead characters?

Or...

That boy who suffers from his cursed destiny.

Or...

Gandor family's intelligent executive.

Or...

If that's what you mean...

Please... Can you please spare some change?

The guardians watch over your actions, and your actions will eventually--

Old man.

Because he is lead character-ish.

Ish?

Yes, ish.

I'm in a good mood today.

Take it.

Thanks so much, Mister!

The guardians shall bless your actions!

Stop playing the devoted believer only when it suits you.

Please wait a bit, Mister!

As a thank you, please take some flowers I picked this morning.

They probably withered by now.

I wonder about that, Mister!

You don't think so?

Hey, tell me.

Don't come near me, you monster!

Did you do this knowing that I am Firo Prochainezo from the Martillo family?

Old man!

I see now!

Lead character-ish... That may be true...

I thought so!

However, Carol...

Depending on who you place in the center of the same accident,

the characteristics of said accident change kaleidoscopically.

In other words, there is one accident,

however, there are as many stories explaining it, as many as there are people involved in it.

Got it, men?!

Destroy it all!

No need for warnings or negotiation!

Now is our time!

In our world, no one exists but us!

Whether it's the Gandors or the Martillos destroy them without leaving a trace;

make it so that it seems as if they never existed in the first place!

And?

What happened to that idiot, Luck?

I'm letting Chic handle it.

Though I'm not sure if the guy has any nerves left to feel pain.

Boss, we've been done in again!

What's the damage?

A gambling hall, a bar and a betting ticket office...

Luckily, there weren't any casualties.

I'm gonna beat, trample and kill those bastards with my own hands!

We've brought one of the guys who got to the bookies.

Was it you?!

The one who attacked our turf?!

You're quite spirited.

In other words,

You mean to start from the conflict between the mafia or their families?

For example, yes...

We put Luck Gandor to sleep.

There were rumors that he was brilliant,

but it was as easy as taking candy from a baby.

In the end, the Gandors are just a puny organization.

We won't need to go to much trouble to destroy them.

We have made preparations to buy new model taxi bombs from certain sources.

Some day we will take care of the Martillos, too--

Rather than that, I need you to do something for me.

Or...

Dallas-niisan...

Where are you?

Or... Carol...

It wouldn't be strange if we were the beginning of this story.

You're kidding.

That is Dallas Genoard.

You know him, right?

He's Genoard's second son and...

He is the son of Raymond Genoard, whom you killed without informing me,

and he is Jeffrey Genoard's little brother, whom you also killed.

You know what I mean, right?

There's something going on with this Dallas?

I just made a phone call to his office.

He's saying that it was you, Gustavo, who killed his father and brother.

There seems to be evidence as well.

That can't be...

I'm sure we paid off the justice department and...

There's no way there can be evidence.

Then why does Dallas know your name?

That is...

Put an end to it.

Smoke him out and bring him here.