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The great tome before the witch contains an entire world, not just a single tale.

When does a story stop being a story?

There must come a point when the rest of a tale is sealed within a cat box, never to be disturbed again.

Just a little longer. Then they will say their goodbyes.



No! No machines! I want you to do it by hand! So please, just a bit more gently... ow!

It'll get better if you spit on it.

Gyah! Don't just start licking me all of a sudden!

Hmm, I think this needle should be thick enough. This'll hurt like hell, so you'd better close your eyes. 5, 4, 3, 2--

D-Don't say that right before you start! Gyaaaah, gyaaaaaahhh!



I'm home, my master! I brought some sesame salt!

Why sesame salt? You aren't planning to put it in tea, are you?

It's Erika's toy. Erika, did you bring your chopsticks?

Yes, my master! Great detectives have their magnifying glasses! Furuda Erika has her chopsticks.

Are you ready? Pour out that sesame salt and use those chopsticks to separate the sesame seeds from the salt.

Yes, my master! Please watch my fantastic chopstick-wielding skills!


How rude. I'm playing with her. Ah yes, Erika, the mailman just came by with a letter addressed to you.

A letter?! I sense a crime calling to me. Don't tell me, I'll guess who sent it!

The postmark is from Heaven. It's probably from Dlanor or someone. I'm surprised you're still in touch. Just by the presence of this postmark, see how far Bernkastel's reasoning has taken her.

Hey! You can't do that, my master! Van Dine's 9th! It's forbidden to have multiple detectives!

Then you'd better get out. So long, Great Detective Erika.

My master, how could you?! I'm Erika, Witch of Truth!


H-How could you, my master! Lady Lambdadelta! It looks like there's not enough room for the two of us!

Are you serious? Are you challenging the great Lambdadelta?


Wait... you aren't thinking...

Let's see if my rival can handle this.




So? What does the letter say?

Is there anything about how Dlanor and the others have been doing?


What's a meowoof?

What, you don't know?! You're so out of touch! They've been all the rage lately! Even I got a female meowoof a few days back.


Well, there's all kinds of combat training. What's she doing?

Looks like kickboxing and Chinese Kenpo. Could that be Eva's influence?

Doesn't she look like she'd fight pretty good standing on one leg?

Good point. A certain someone must've toughened her up by making her stand on one leg all the time.


I'll bet he has a hellish coach.

His butt's probably swollen by now.

So, what about Dlanor?


Well, why don't we? Crime sounds fun.

They say crimes occur wherever the detective goes.

Well, one of these days, if I feel like it, I might drop by to bully her. Oh, and there's also something here about the Siesta Sisters.

Wait. I don't want to hear it all at once. Let's hold off a bit for dramatic effect...

Okay, that'll do it.

Ah, I finally grew my right arm back! Do the left one now, please!

Let's have some tea first. Erika, bring in a can of black tea and the pot of dried plums.

Yes, my master!



If you go north, I'm heading south.

Then if you go east, I'm heading west.

I hope we can find another charming tale like this one.

Next time, I hope you aren't playing the villain again, Bern.

You think so? Being the bad guy was pretty fun.





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