Chapter 118
Riamon and Erucel bickered as they climbed the stairs.
“When are you going to get a clue? You’re still barking up the wrong tree and talking about being the leader.”
“Q-Quiet. How was I supposed to solve that difficult problem? You didn’t figure it out either, so don’t talk.”
The puzzle presented by Lace, dressed as a professor, was this: figure out which senior professor falsely accused and suspended him.
Riamon clicked his tongue at Lace’s bizarre antics.
“Honestly, that guy is like a lingering thought. I don’t understand why he’s so obsessed with his memories from when he was alive.”
“They say ghosts can’t pass on unless they resolve their grudges.”
“Aren’t those things artificially made? If you’re dead, you’re dead. When you think about it, they’re just memories; it’s not like they’re the same person.”
Edina, who had been quietly listening behind them, sighed deeply.