In the darkness, a tattooed Ogre with a pair of yellow eyes walked out. It was Polio.
"Welcome, Sherlock."
Polio walked out from the dust and stood before Sherlock.
Sherlock maintained his posture. He didn't feel short with his five-meter height when he stood in front of Polio.
"You won't even take along your Lord Overseer? I remember the first time we met, you were cordial. This is making me sad."
Sherlock sighed and showed an expression of regret.
"It seems like you already knew my plan. When did it start?"
"Ah, since you started meeting Morgan at Bankazia."
