With nervousness and curiosity, Agatha covertly surveyed the place.
It seemed to be just an ordinary residence, where most of the furniture was somewhat old but tidy, and the air in the room was fresh, perhaps because the windows had been opened not long ago to let in some breeze. From the direction of the kitchen, there was the sound of boiling water, which sounded like the clatter of a tea kettle.
This didn't resemble an "arrival spot"; it was entirely a civilian dwelling.
Of course, Agatha knew from the start that this place really was just an ordinary house—up until a few days ago, it had been listed as a rental property in the registry at the citizen service center. She just thought... since an indescribable visitor had chosen to make it their temporary abode, shouldn't there be something special about it?
But she found nothing of the sort.
"Would you like some tea, or perhaps some coffee?" Duncan came up beside Agatha and casually asked.
