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Carole.
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, Carole?
Do you remember what I told you then?
Ehmm...
It's a rainbow!
Carole.
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, Carole?
Yes, Vice-director.
A story...
It's not information, nor is it the accumulation of information.
its conclusion is predefined.
Carole, why did you think this story started in November 1930?
Ehmm...
What's the matter, Carole?
And you call yourself the assistant of Daily Days' Vice-director, Gustav Saint Germain?
That is...
For example, Carole...
It is the year 1711.
It might be a good idea to start from within the ship, Advenna 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, Carole...
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, Carole...
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 Tic 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... Carole...
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.
Okay. But, what about the Gandors?
Dallas is your top priority.
Find him as fast as you can.
O-okay...
Can I decide whether to let him live or die?
Let him live or die?
Do what you want.
Okay, men!
Dallas!
Find that bloody second son of Genoard's!
Dead or alive!
We've got to make him pay for making fools out of the Runorata family!
What a pathetic man.
Say something!
What happened to the guts you had when you attacked our turf!?
You must've been prepared for something like this!
Don't give me that "Gehaah" crap!
I'm telling you to say something!
Why?
You look as if you've seen a ghost.
You are supposed to be dead!
Mr. Tic, Mr. Tic!
Yeees, what's wrong, Mr. Luck?
Take care of one more for me.
Understood.
But the previous person hasn't had his blood and grease cleaned off yet.
That's why I think it's going to be veeeery painful.
I'm sorry.
Wait please!
I'll tell you everything!
Everything!
So don't hand me over to that freak, please!
Who is the one who turned me into a beehive?
Luck.
Firo.
It's creepy when you smirk like that.
What are you reading?
"Thy soul shall find itself alone
'mid dark thoughts of the grey tombstone;
not one, of all the crowd, to pry
into thine hour of secrecy..."
I was scared to death of this poem when I was young.
But it's different now.
Ever since that incident a year ago...
Why is that?
It seems my nervosity has disappeared as much as the need to fear.
Towards death, that is.
You don't think about it?
Nope.
Please forget what I said.
Anyway, strange people have been wandering on our turf.
Must be some spirited folk from Runorata.
When push comes to shove, I'll help you any time.
Firo, please pretend you don't know.
It is our problem.
Don't be so cold.
We can't cause problems for the Martillos.
No need to worry.
I've called upon Vino.
Vino?
Claire is coming over?
She'll arrive with the Flying Pussy Foot tomorrow.
Isaac and Miria are on the same train then.
I heard an old friend of Mr. Maiza is riding on it as well.
Let's pick them up together, then.
Are you sure?
Yes...
His injuries are very bad, but...
he was definitely a passenger aboard the Flying Pussyfoot.
How many bodies does this make?
We've discovered over ten so far.
They have been abandoned over a range of multiple kilometers along the track.
Mr. Inspector!
What in the hell has happened here?
It's top secret, so...
it's best you didn't know.
It seems he was aboard after all.
An immortal, you mean?
Yea...
His name was on the passenger list at Chicago station.
What is the status on that person's safety?
That's what we're supposed to find out right now.
An incident this big...
I wonder if we can keep it hidden?
Inspector Saliban.
What?
It seems there are survivors among the people who fell from the train.
What?!
Mr. Luck!
Hey, you all right?
Y-y-you were definitely shot just now...
There's no... problem, right?
Ouch!
Ehh?
It doesn't hurt.
Isaac!
Your wound has disappeared without a trace!
That's some crazy magic!
A pigeon might just appear next!
What a useless guy.
You... There's no way you could have lived!
Firo!
Firo, where are you?
I'm here.
No way!
At least allow me to do this much.
We'll pay for the damage caused.
So... about what you've seen today...
Don't be absurd!
I haven't seen a thing!
If I say anything, the best that'll happen to me is that I'll be sent to an asylum.
However, I don't think we can just ignore this.
I'll find you.
For sure.
I heard that the Flying Pussyfoot is quite a strange train.
I've seen it once, but it looks to be some sort of decorative-type.
If I had to say something about it, it's an antique of bad taste.
I want to see it more and more.
That's a pity.
There was an announcement just now that
the Flying Pussyfoot had some mechanical trouble, so the passenger cars were switched for flatcars...
For real!?
Anyway, before entering Manhattan,
the front car will be switched with an electric car,
so you won't be able to see all of it.
That might be so...
Now that I think of it, what kind of person is that old friend of yours, Mr. Maiza?
Yes...
Even though he likes to be on his own,
he tries to carry all the burdens by himself.
A person like that, I guess.
The type that wouldn't live long, were he an ordinary person, eh?
Then Claire would be on the opposite side of the spectrum.
She's bright but way too selfish.
You're right about that.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!!
You gonna watch me or arrest me?
Make it clear!
Even though I look like this, I'm not in a very good mood!
If I knew things were going to turn out like this, I should've killed you earlier.
Or... Shall I kill you right here?
But... What...
What's wrong?
You're saying you don't want to be killed by me!?
It hurts, it hurts!
Wait a bit!
I'm sorry Nice, but I beg of you!
Walk a little slower.
Hey!
Hey!!
Hey!!
Oh! Eniss, Firo and Maiza!!
It's been a long time, my good people!
I'm glad you're all healthy!
you and Mr. Isaac, too!
What happened? You look like shit--
If you live long enough, I'll tell you sometime!
It sure has been a long time!
Hey Miria, I wonder where that "other place" is.
It means it's not at "home", right?
Then that means it's "somewhere", not "home", right?
Then where is that "somewhere"?
It must be the "somewhere" of the uncertainty of an old woman!
You're amazing, Isaac!