Chapter 396: Arc 6, - 12: Au Revoir
"Think it’s better this way kid?" Morgana shuffled papers on her desk.
"We think so. I mean, you can handle these kinds of things better, unless I’m wrong," Fumeko raised a brow.
Barely giving a tilt of her brow, the detective in blue stood up, "I’m sure it’ll take time, nothing’s gonna be solved in a day." She had an envelope in her hand that she handed to the secretary bird by her side.
Kira took the envelope in her beak and walked towards the large open window behind Morgana’s desk. She hopped up on the sill and flew off with a flap of her pearly white wings.
"I am worried about this place. If the cult decides to attack the company..." Fumeko looked around Morgana’s office. Files, books and documents clogged the shelves, while a coat holder hosted a number of jackets and extra shirts.
Plaques and trophies were in cases, ones that looked like what a school or university might award—cheap, gaudy and nonetheless official. "They won’t," Morgana answered bluntly.
"Huh? What makes you so sure? Considering the detectives here are the most capable at figuring out the cult’s plans," Fumeko furrowed her brows.
Morgana folded her arms, "They won’t. The cult may be anarchists, but their terrorism has method and limits. They don’t see Burnetrout as a threat, nor do they particularly care about threats. Their enemy is the regime across the pond.
Call it a hunch or an educated guess, but unless we have something they particularly need, which we don’t, they won’t bother us. If this place does get attacked, it won’t be targeted—it’ll be like the great fire."
"If you’re that confident..." Fumeko muttered.
"You got any sleep kid? You look about ready to keel over," she examined up and down.
"No, but I’ll get some soon enough," she let out an involuntary yawn.