However, Lara didn’t accept Zich’s suggestion right away. She had never thought of distancing herself from Glen—not even once. Zich continued, “I apologize if I come off as rude, but what are you doing right now, Ms. Browning?”

“Me? Ah… I am patrolling,” she said in a quiet voice with her head lowered. Patrolling wasn’t such a lowly task that she should speak of it so meekly. Furthermore, from what Zich knew of her, Lara Browning was someone overflowing with justice to the point of rigidity. There was no way such a person would be embarrassed about having to patrol; instead, she should’ve placed great importance even on the most menial tasks and felt proud about doing them.

‘It’s probably something related to Glen Zenard,’ Zich thought. Perhaps, Glen was ignoring her, and Lara was patrolling and wandering around the city aimlessly. Zich stroked his chin as if he was in great thought. 

“Ms. Browning, you weren’t part of the investigation to search for Til, right?”

“…Yes.” 

Lara would not be wandering inside the city if she was. Everyone with an artifact had already all gone outside the city to search...