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A trial is coming to a close.

The head inquisitor passes down her sentence.

The target of her wrath: An unassuming maid.

The maid pleads again and again, but the important points have already been covered.

That leaves the whydunnit, but who cares? Motives, the Inquisitor says, are unnecessary to mysteries...

Lord BATTLER holds a majestic book in one hand.

Battler hesitates, kisses the book, and lays it gently in the coffin.

Shut away in that cat box, the only unchanging, inviolable... eternal tale.

This way, no one will be able to defile your tale. No one can deny it, and no one can argue against it. Between just me and her... just the two of us, this is the one and only certain truth.

No more time.

The man runs.

A mystery with no motive isn't a mystery. It's propaganda.

...Come. It is time for us to leave. If we're too noisy, we'll wake her from her dream.

You're right. What else should you do with a sleeping kid except put a blanket on them, turn off the lights, and walk away quietly...

Battler speaks a few final words, but only in his heart.

No words exist to convey Battler's feelings at this moment.

...

...Thank you.

Oh, I have done nothing deserving of your gratitude.

I'll leave the rest to you.

All her arguments fall on deaf ears. Her feelings are irrelevant. Only her alibi carries weight, and it has been disproven.

The motive can be determined after the fact.

By force, if necessary.

As she cries in vain, the trial is interrupted.

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The Inquisition is not pleased by this interruption. The whydunnit is unnecessary! This woman's guilt has already been settled!

Without a motive, even the slightest uncertainty in anyone's alibi becomes a hole in everything.

But why? If she isn't the culprit, why would she lie about her alibi?