"Wanna wash," I said shortly.
She gave me the book she had brought with her. "You have known about the massacre of the mixed-bloods, forty years ago, haven't you?" I nodded at the question. "Can you investigate it for me?"
"Meaning?" I still could not get what she talked about. "What do you want to know? It is a very old case, a long time ago. There might be possibilities that evidence has gone, and so as the witnesses. Why didn't you investigate it long ago?" It was like unearthed an old grave and only scattered bones were found, with the body that had turned into soil.
"Because my best dog has just arrived." She smiled ambiguously. "Just read that note first. I'll give you the task three days from now." Then she left my room without closing the door. I wondered why Azalea always behaved ambiguously like the other astral being who kept following me.
