"How many Holy Light Imprints will it take for me to reveal and break the conspiracy that entwines me?"
Annan inquired.
In the face of such an offensive inquiry, the tragic playwright showed no anger whatsoever.
He simply looked at Annan through the mirror with a smile that was neither hasty nor sluggish: "That depends on the specific nature of the conspiracy.
"The word 'conspiracy,' if spoken in a broad sense, has a very wide implication. Just those who 'conspire' against you with 'love' as their goal number no less than ten; then there are those who do not even know of your existence, yet their schemes pertain to you—does that count?
"If I were to tell you everything, then this wouldn't be a matter you could solve with just over a hundred Holy Light Imprints. This has become closely associated with the truth of 'conspiracy' itself."
"Let's take it one by one."
