Beatrice's logic wasn't hard to understand. She had taken a night off to drink with her sister, and it just so happened that on that very night, the tavern exploded. The culprit turned out to be an acquaintance of Lyle's, and it occurred after they had consumed Lyle's famished flesh. Beatrice, already dissatisfied with Lyle, naturally connected all these coincidences into a straight line.
"Those bones in the box are theirs, I demand an explanation now!"
Alianna was soothing the aggressive Beatrice while Lyle went to inquire about the situation from the troublesome trio at the literary society.
"Another accident?" Lyle looked at these notorious troublemakers with a mocking gaze. "Mr. Delusion, so you're a Lich now?" At this point, Mr. Delusion's head was a complete human skull, which had nothing to do with his usual robotic appearance.
"Spiritual transmission device, I transferred my data soul into this body, I also wanted to savor the taste of a fine wine."
