| The annual school cricket finals ended in chaos. As the excitement faded, new leads surfaced in the Clock Tower Fire case—now, "Nightingale's" misfortune seems closely tied to both "Warning Letter" and "Swan." | |
| Meanwhile, strange things are happening all over campus: animals have gone missing, there are whispers in empty classrooms, bright irises bloom in forgotten gardens. All these mysterious have cast a shadow over our once peaceful school. | |
| As the truth begins to emerge, the undercurrents on campus only grew stronger. What kind of storm is the Detective Club about to face? At this very moment, the sacred messenger quietly opens a new chapter in our story. |
Chapter 1: The Bustling Detective Club[]
| Every store begins with a spark. And right now, the quiet campus courier is turning the very first page. | |
| An anonymous screaming parcel, a lucky cat miracle on Crown Street, and yet another request to find a missing pet. That's the third lost turtle this month! Can't the President take on a serious case for once? When we opened the screaming parcel, a broken wind-up mockingbird jumped out—and even the client burst out laughing! | |
| Patience, everyone—only experience will make us better detectives. Besides, "Touchstone" is off investigating the ghost cipher mystery at the library. I'm sure he'll solve it in no time. Look, here he comes now! Morning, "Touchstone." Any luck with the ghost cipher case? | |
| I did! But I've never seen a case so tangled and hard to crack! Who would have guessed the grumpy old librarian was keeping hamsters in the pipes? | |
| Hey, everyone! Ready for the next challenge? | |
| Huff-huff! | |
| Wait! "Touchstone," is that a ghost cipher on your face? | |
| If a dirty hamster fell on your face, you'd have these beautiful marks too. | |
| President, it's already the 16th. "Orpheus's" ninth letter must have arrived. Any updates on the clock tower fire? | |
| "Warning Letter" is nowhere to be found, and as for "Swan"... | |
| "Sorry, my appointments are booked until winter." She dodges us with the same excuse every time. | |
| Don't worry. I called everyone here to plan our next move. | |
| Your so-called next move is to roll in the mud with Mr. Boar this morning? Look at your shoes! Mr. Boar, you're on cleaning duty today. | |
| It's all part of an investigation! On my patrol this morning, I found suspicious muddy tracks by the flowerbeds near the field. | |
| Probably Mr. Boar's doing, or maybe a cat from the woods to the southwest. | |
| Ugh... that does make sense... Ahem! Listen up! "Warning Letter" has been back in class since yesterday, and the Dance Club's performance was a hit, so "Swan" is free too. Also, there are two Scouts who gave leads to the school about the case that we haven't talked to yet. | |
| I ran into "Vesper Bell" in the courtyard just yesterday. | |
| That's right, it's a perfect time to restart the investigation! Why don't we— | |
| A faint knock interrupts "Wild Child's" impassioned speech. With no response, the visitor quietly opens the door and steps into the Detective Club, moving with cautious, hesitant steps. | |
| Good morning, "Signal." Delivering the mail in person today? Where's Wick? Mr. Boar keeps asking about his old pal! | |
| (This campus messenger stands shyly by the door, gaze shifting between the floor nd Mr. Boar, wanting to respond to "Touchdown's" greeting but unsure how.) (Interestingly, "Signal's" post dog, Wick, is a regular at the Detective Club, but I rarely see "Signal" himself outside class.) | |
 Face Though he keeps a polite smile, I can sense his anxiety and restlessness. Mailbag A bulging mailbag, its clasp about to burst. Oddly, "Signal" hasn't delivered today's mail yet? Shoes It's been raining since last evening. "Signal's" shoes are muddy, but his clothes are dry. He's probably been running around campus since the rain stopped. | |
| "Signal"? Is something wrong? Don't worry—the Detective Club's motto is to never let a client down. | |
"Signal" |
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| "Signal" stays silent for a moment, then pulls out a note. A pencil sketch of his dog, Wick, stands out. | |
| Did something happen to Wick? | |
| "Touchdown" studies the water-stained sketch seriously. "Signal" nods slightly. | |
| Wait, look! There's a message from "Pistil"! "Wick went out for delivery yesterday at noon and hasn't come back all night. Please help find him!" | |
| Missing all night... Wick never runs off. He's a smart dog, could it be... | |
| Don't jump to conclusions! We don't have any evidence yet. | |
| Right. We're serious detectives. We have to visit every mail recipient and see if anyone else saw anything. | |
| Got it. We'll take the case and help you find Wick! President, let's split up and— | |
| It won't be easy. The rain last night probably washed away any tracks. If we can find out who Wick delivered mail to yesterday and retrace his route, we might find some clues. | |
| Listening quietly, "Signal" hands us a neat list of yesterday's recipients. | |
| Don't worry, "Signal." Leave it to us! You'll see Wick before the end of the day. | |
| After seeing off the silent messenger, the Detective Club holds its first meeting of the day. | |
| Why so anxious, "Touchdown"? You nearly scared "Signal" just now. | |
| I remembered the rumor... | |
| "When the messenger loses his eyes, the seventh holy spirit closes its innocent gaze, and the evil hand will open the gate to the other side?" | |
| You remember the prophecy! Ever since "Lady's" guinea pig and calico cat Jasmine vanished, everyone says it's coming true. They say the culprit is... Hey! Mr. Boar! Don't eat the delivery list! | |
| The sound of paper tearing fills the air as "Touchdown" frantically snatches a few chewed-up pieces from Mr. Boar, glaring. | |
| Don't blame him. If even a clever post dog like Wick can disappear, any animal would be scared. | |
| Luckily, the list isn't too damaged. We can place it back together. | |
Reassemble the shredded delivery list chewed up by Mr. Boar
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| "Rabbit's Foot": Often found in the Activities Building "Warning Letter": Often found in the Library "Chamfer": Often found in the Workshop "Feather Fan": Often found in the Dormitory living room "Swan": Often found in the Activities Building "Tyrant": Often found in the Main Building's office area "Vesper Bell": Often found in the Activities Building | |
| Done! Before we search for Wick let's check today's class schedule! | |
Chapter 2: Departure Time[]
| On this beautiful morning, the detectives set out on another adventure. | |
| Speak to "Answer" | |
| The breeze is gentle, the sun is warm—a perfect day for an outdoor investigation! The group gathers at the door, full of energy but not sure where to start. After a few silent seconds, "Wild Child" scratches his head. | |
| Let's see, "Warning Letter," "Swan," "Vesper Bell," "Rabbit's Foot," "Tyrant," "Feather Fan," and "Chamfer"... | |
| Seven suspects! I love the number seven—maybe it's fate. | |
| What a coincidence! While we look for Wick, we can question "Warning Letter" and "Swan"—both are suspects in the clock tower fire case. | |
| I heard "Warning Letter" isn't fond of animals. Could it be him? | |
| I suggest we try "Swan" first. Wick delivers so much mail to her, he's practically her personal messenger. | |
| Wait... why is "Vesper Bell" on the list? This is getting suspicious. I say we start with him! | |
| As for "Rabbit's Foot," he's been hiding in the classroom, practicing magic all day and night. That's pretty suspicious, too. Look, there's "Chamfer"—she's now "Universal Shaft's" assistant. The lab accident yesterday could be a clue as well. | |
| You mean the explosion yesterday afternoon? The whole northwest wing shock, and smoke was pouring out—everyone saw it! Luckily, "Universal Shaft" assured us everything was fine. | |
| "Feather Fan" is on the list, too. Have you heard about the missing art pieces? Some say she's involved. | |
| But mentioning it to her face is asking for trouble! "Tyrant" has been meeting with mysterious guests. We'll need to visit his office, too. | |
| Relax, we're just asking about Wick. | |
| And maybe we'll find some clues about the fire along the way. We're not there to pick a fight. | |
| Since we're talking about the clock tower fire, going to the Library to find "Warning Letter" would be the best choice. Let's set out. | |
Chapter 3: A Tense Interrogation[]
| A tense exchange, probing for answers—will it end in silence? | |
| Speak to "Warning Letter" | |
| Fresh paint on the library walls hasn't dried, and the smell of paint mixes with old books, filling the detective's noses. "Wild Child" stifles a sneeze, glancing around while avoiding "Index's" gaze. He quickly spots "Warning Letter," who sits quietly, absorbed in a thick tome. Unfazed by the approaching group, he continues turning pages, the swirling dust adding a touch of vitality to his otherwise subdued presence. | |
 Face He looks pale and tired—maybe from illness, maybe from dislike of us. Shirt His clean shirt has some green, sparkly powder on it; the powder feels hard and like stone. Uniform His uniform is neatly pressed, but the cuffs have brownish yellow fur—just like Wick's! | |
| (Things feel tense—how should we start?) Hello, "Warning Letter." nice to meet you. Ugh, I mean, long time no see. I'd like to ask... | |
| About Wick | |
| Have you seen "Signal's" post dog? You've got fur on your sleeve just like Wick's... | |
| This isn't your concern. Your detective games end here. | |
| "Warning Letter" doesn't want to talk. How can we ease the tension? | |
| About the Clock Tower Fire | |
| A witness saw you near the clock tower fire. As club president, I need to ask... | |
| This isn't your concern. Your detective games end here. | |
| "Warning Letter" doesn't want to talk. How can we ease the tension? | |
| About Your Body | |
| We heard you were sick, "Warning Letter." We were all incredibly worried! ("Warning Letter" falls silent, his demeanor softening slightly, surprised by the genuine concern.) | |
| I have a few remedies—good for health and banishing illness! | |
| Huff-huff! | |
| Thanks... What do you want? | |
| About Wick | |
| Do you know Wick, the little dog who delivers the mail? The fur on your sleeve matches his exactly. | |
| I saw him yesterday. He brought my mail to the library. | |
| You... you didn't do anything to him, did you? | |
| Do I look like someone who would hurt an animal? | |
| But you don't seem to like them. Remember when that owl flew into the senior classroom? You looked furious and stormed out. Given that, how patient do you think you could really be with Wick? | |
| Sigh. I was bitten by a dog as a kid. That's why I keep my distance from dogs that seem aggressive. | |
| ("Warning Letter" scratches at a rash on his arm, then quickly covers it when he notices me looking.) | |
| I see. | |
| Wick is smart—he usually keeps his distance when bringing me mail. But yesterday, he was oddly excited, even tried to jump on me. Luckily, "Encyclopedia" was in the library too. She managed to clam him down after a bit of effort. | |
| About the Clock Tower Fire | |
| A witness saw you near the clock tower fire. As club president, I need to ask... | |
| So that's your real reason for coming, isn't it? Someone told you I was at the tower that night. | |
| The witness is pretty credible. | |
| I actually like the Detective Club "Orpheus" started—it's perfect for curious minds. But Demori isn't the place for detective games. Let me put it this way: a diligent woodpecker should make sure the tree nests in is sturdy. | |
| I like your metaphor, but—if by "tree" you mean Orpheus... | |
| As a member of the "Roaring" Council, I want to help the tree grow strong. To do that, I don't need to satisfy anyone's curiosity—just tend to the tree and deal with the pests. | |
| But you and "Swan"... | |
| No comment. I remember nothing about the fire or that night. | |
| (His tone is calm, but his voices rises a little—he seems agitated.) | |
| Sorry... but I doubt you want to end up like the next "Nightingale." | |
| Threats don't work on us. | |
| Since you brought up "Nightingale," you must... Why are you poking me, "Touchstone"? | |
| "Index" has been staring at Mr. Boar. She's coming over! Let's get out of here before she scolds us again. | |
| What an arrogant guy! | |
| Did you see his rash? Maybe he doesn't actually dislike animals—maybe he just can't be around them. | |
| I can't get along with him either! | |
| No, that's not what I meant. If bring near an animal gives him a rash, close contact could be dangerous. | |
| Is it really that serious? | |
| I have a friend in the circus—he could go into shock if Mr. Boar got too close. So it's pretty unlikely that "Warning Letter" did anything to Wick. | |
| Then I misjudged him. Poor "Warning Letter." Still, why does he have to be so mean? We're not playing games here. | |
| It's fine—I expected him to stonewall us. Honestly, if he'd told us anything useful, I'd be suspicious. Besides, we didn't leave empty-handed. I think I'm close to figuring something out about him! | |
| Don't do anything reckless. His father, Duke Kreiss, visits campus often. I saw him walking with "Tyrant" just yesterday. | |
| Now that's what I call strategic investigating! | |
| "Cheers" told me the "Roaring" Council used to be just a puppet for the school board. But ever since "Warning Letter" became chairman, things have changed. | |
| So, President did you find anything? As they say, fight fire with fire. | |
| No comment! Ahem, it's a secret for now—I need to dig a little deeper. Let's go talk to the other recipients. Finding Wick is our top priority. (Everyone turned toward the Activities Building, which was the closest to them. Touchdown" remarked that it had been a long time he'd seen "Rabbit's Foot" perform a new magic trick. I notice "Warning Letter" standing by the window, gazing blankly at a flowerbed. Following his line of sight, I spot a cluster of irises blooming in the soil.) | |
Chapter 4: A Visit to the Magic Society[]
| The once-fiery paint on the archway has faded, trophies in the corner gather dust, yet the detectives are not the only visitors here today. | |
| Speak to "Answer" | |
| We don't want to hear any more excuses! | |
| Next time, if you're still here, you'll have to explain yourself to "Big Shot"! | |
| Noticing the Detective Club approaching, the group of upperclassmen quickly makes their exit, nearly knocking over "Touchdown," who had been packing in the doorway. They offer us a quick nod before hurrying away. | |
| The Magic Club used to be most popular club on campus, but now even the fire "Rabbit's Foot" painted on the sign is peeling, and the trophies are covered in cobwebs. "Rabbit's Foot" stands awkwardly on his little stage, his downcast expression blending in with the shabby surroundings. | |
| How's it going, "Rabbit's Foot"? I heard "Tyrant" has his eye on you. You're almost catching up to our President in skipped classes! You don't want to repeat a year, do you? | |
| ("Rabbit's Foot" is startled by our arrival and quickly hides something but nothing escapes a detective's eye.) | |
 Face Since the accident, "Rabbit's Foot" has become withdrawn. He looks nervous even now. Shirt Tucked at his waist is a poster for an upcoming show. "Brand New Mechanical Magic Show"—the ink is still wet. Arm Worn cuffs, a faded collar... Behind every stage performance is a lot of hard work in solitude. | |
| Hello, guys... | |
| Are we interrupting your practice? | |
| You want this room too? It's not as nice as the Detective Club's. It's cramped... I wouldn't recommend it. | |
| Hey, cheer up! We're not here to kick you out. I missed your last show, but I heard the floating trick was amazing—though the dove hitting the chandelier was... | |
| People loved your show! "Cheers" told me you're looking for a new venue? Too bad the auditorium is closed after the fire. I would've loved to see your giant elevator trick. | |
| Huff-huff! | |
| So... what brings you here? | |
| "Signal's" post dog Wick is missing—we're trying to find him. | |
| That clever pup? Who would want to kidnap him? | |
| Exactly! Who could do something to such a sweet dog? We'll catch whoever is responsible! | |
| You got mail from Wick yesterday, right? Do you remember anything about his visit? | |
| Let me think... I was rehearsing here all morning, then went to the library in the afternoon to look for a legendary magic manuscript. I ran into Wick as soon as I got there. His bag was stuffed with letters. He gave me my mail and left. Later, I saw him crossing the courtyard toward the main building. | |
| Did you notice anything... "Rabbit's Foot," are you paying attention? | |
| Sorry, I got sidetracked... Honestly, I didn't notice anything unusual about Wick. Anything else? I've already sold a lot of tickets for this show, and I really need to get back to rehearsal. | |
| ("Rabbit's Foot" scratches his heard, eyes flicking toward a corner where a box just big enough for a small dog sits. No movement comes from inside—maybe he just doesn't want us prying into the secrets behind his magic tricks.) Thanks, "Rabbit's Foot." If you remember anything else, let us know. | |
| Ever since that botched performance, people have dismissed his magic as just parlor tricks. "Rabbit's Foot" is talented, but all anyone talks about is his worn-out clothes. | |
| Poor guy... Do you know why his levitation trick failed? The former president stole his props the night before to trade for booze! | |
| What?! | |
| I heard it from the bar owner on Crown Street himself. | |
| That jerk. | |
| Honestly, I'm not too worried about him. Great performers always find their audience. Just like a good detective cub always has clients. Now, let's head to the next recipient, "Vesper Bell." | |
Chapter 5: Behind School Walls[]
| As last, they push open the door, sealed tight by whispers and rumors. | |
| Speak to "Answer" | |
| When "Touchdown" heard they were going to find "Vesper Bell," the usually unflappable ex-football captain and cricket star actually gulped. His big hands fidgeted nervously with his tracksuit zipper, as if it might bite him. | |
| First, "Lady's" precious guinea pig vanished without a trace one windy night. | |
| ("Touchdown," lowering his voice, didn't even finish when a cold draft swept through the hallway, making him shiver.) | |
| Then, during the Scouts' campout, the cat Jasmine disappeared after a heavy snow and was never seen again. | |
| ("Touchdown" ticked off each chilling rumor on his fingers, and with every one, Mr. Boar gave a low, rumbling, grunt, as if solemnly agreeing.) | |
| The calico cat by the lake? I've seen her—she'll come running, purring and rubbing against your legs. I even saw her licking "Black Sheep's" hand once! | |
| That's big news in Demori! Next time I see "Black Sheep," I'll have to ask him about it. | |
| And some say, right before these animals vanished, strange lights could be seen from "Vesper Bell's" lab. Some even say... | |
| Alright, that's enough. "Vesper Bell" might be a loner, but he's definitely not some kind of monster. | |
| Let's focus. Of all the scouts, only "Vesper Bell" has never been sent to detention. Besides finding Wick, we should ask him about the clock tower fire and the missing animals. | |
| Ahh! There it is! The weird lights! Is it some evil animal experiment? Or the ghosts of those animals haunting the halls? | |
| "Touchdown" turned ghostly pale, hand shaking as he pointed at "Vesper Bell's" lab. We all looked, and sure enough, prismatic light flickered through the tightly shut window, and a strange, sweet scent drifted out. | |
| This is much easier than dealing with the library ghost. Wait—is that "Reversed"? | |
| (The light suddenly went out. A few minutes later, "Reversed" opened the door, gave the startled "Touchdown" and the rest of us a puzzled look, nodded, and walked off.) (Mr. Boar, impatient, grunted and herded into the cold, gloomy classroom.) | |
| "Vesper Bell's" lab is hidden in the basement. It's dimly lit and thick with the smell of chemicals. "Wild Child's" gaze scans the shelves—glass jars of all shapes and sizes, their contents blurry and unsettling in the gloom. He then turns to look at the quiet classmate, wondering how to begin. | |
 Face He looks exhausted, with shadows under his eyes. Letters He has a letter in his pocket, and it looks like something bit it. Wait—that's the "Orpheus" seal? Gloves His gloves smell faintly of chemicals. I think I recognize that scent from science class. Something like formaldehyde? | |
| Hey! Did you kidnap Wick? Don't tell me you stuffed him in one of those jars! | |
| ("Touchdown's" tone is sharp and urgent. "Answer," startled by the outburst, quickly tugs his sleeve from behind.) Hi, "Vesper Bell." We're with the Detective Club, investigating the disappearance of Wick, "Signal's" post dog. We have some questions for you. | |
| About Wick | |
| Did you see Wick recently? | |
| ...... | |
| ("Vesper Bell" doesn't reply, but his expression shifts, looking worried.) | |
| About the Clock Tower Fire | |
| You're the only scout who's never been in detention. Do you know anything about the clock tower fire? | |
| ...... | |
| (Still no answer, but now he looks guarded.) | |
| About Yourself | |
| We're investigating the recent disappearances of animals on campus. Were you involved? | |
| ...... | |
| (Still no answer, but now he looks defensive.) | |
| "Vesper Bell" seems determined to ignore us. That only makes him look more suspicious. Did he really hide Wick? | |
| President, any ideas to get him talking? | |
| Since when did you get so cunning? | |
| Because I trust you've already got something on him. | |
| Right. Next time, try to find clues before I do. That item on "Vesper Bell"—it could be our way in. | |
 Letters There's a faint "Orpheus" seal on the envelope. Is "Vesper Bell" this month's recipient? | |
| "Vesper Bell," you're the one who received "Orpheus's" letter this month, right? | |
| When I got the letter, I knew you'd come, just like when you exposed "Plank." You're a lot like "Orpheus," always asking about what I've seen in the past. | |
| Every letter from "Orpheus" reveals some hidden truth. What secrets are you hiding? | |
| Yeah! Out with it! | |
| I've done nothing wrong. | |
| If you're innocent, why would "Orpheus" write to expose you? Come on, tell us everything—starting with those missing animals! | |
| I never thought "Orpheus's" successor would believe such rumors. But since you insist... When Jasmine froze in the snow, I wrapped her in a wool blanket. When "Lady's" guinea pig died, I gave the poor thing a proper burial. | |
| Wait—burial?! | |
| So those lights just now... | |
| That was "Reversed," guiding the lost souls. | |
| Oh... | |
| I apologize for jumping to conclusions. But why didn't you ever defend yourself? | |
| Rumors are loud. For friends who are gone, silence was the only way I could protect them. | |
| But silence makes you an accomplice! Anyone who knows the truth should speak up! | |
| Silence isn't guilt! The truth is a weapon for schemers, hope for the just, and for me— Just like the two witnesses you looked for, their ideals were swallowed by the detention room. But I don't want to see more classmates disappear like your last president. | |
| Out last president fought alone, but the Detective Club is different now! We've solved many cases and earned people's trust—we can be trusted. | |
| "Wild Child," did you become president just by solving "Orpheus's" riddle, or do you have your own sense of justice as a detective? | |
| Does it matter? | |
| To a club president, it matters a lot. Only with your own justice can you stand firm in this troubled school. | |
| ("Vesper Bell's" question is hard to answer, but he looks sincere. I think of the vanished "Sixpence," and I'm at a loss for words.) For now, let's trust "Orpheus." If we passed his test, we're worthy successors. (I know a few words won't change "Vesper Bell's" mind, but the name "Orpheus" carries weight.) | |
| Alright. For the sake of "Orpheus's" letter, I'll answer your questions. | |
| About Wick | |
| Wick came yesterday to deliver "Orpheus's" letter, right? Did anything unusual happen? | |
| He arrived in the afternoon, after the explosion at the workshop. You must have heard it too. | |
| I was in the clubroom at the southwest corner of campus. It was too far to hear anything clearly. | |
| The tremor was strong here. As soon as it stopped, I wanted to check, and Wick arrived with the letter. His mouth and paws were wet, as if he'd been playing in water somewhere. | |
| (The nearest water source around here... is the workshop?) | |
| When Wick came to you, was he scared? I mean... | |
| He always knew what I was doing, so I think he liked visiting. He played here for a long time before reluctantly leaving. | |
| About the Clock Tower Fire | |
| Do you know anything about the clock tower fire? | |
| The scouts were camping that day. You already know that. | |
| The lake is a distance away from the clock tower. Did the fire draw you in? | |
| No, there was no fire when we were at the lake. We went because we heard arguing. | |
| Arguing? "Warning Letter," "Swan," and "Nightingale"? | |
| I'm not sure... | |
| Was it hard to tell because it was too far away? | |
| No, it's because I heard... a strange roar... | |
| A roar? | |
| Yes, it didn't sound like something a human could make. | |
| Ugh... this is getting weirder and weirder... Please continue. | |
| The roar drew all three of us. "Flintstone" thought someone was there and suggested we check it out. We'd barely started up the stairs when we saw the clock tower catch fire. Oddly enough, we didn't smell anything strange at the time, but the fire spread incredibly fast. I wonder if accelerant was used? Later, I found some bright green, glittering powder on the grass beneath the clock tower. I only told "Orpheus" about this myself. "Orpheus" then told me that similar powder was found on the clock tower railings, too. I was an assistant at the Ecology Lab, and I've never seen anything like it. | |
| Was anyone else told about this? | |
| Only "Orpheus" and now you. I sincerely hope you can find the truth behind "Nightingale's" disappearance. | |
| ("Vesper Bell" glances at the letter from "Orpheus," hands it over without a word, then turns back to the shelves, retreating once more into his own world. I caught sight of his pale face, marred by fresh animal scratches, and quietly chose to leave.) | |
Chapter 6: Grace with an Edge[]
| Looking eyes with the detectives, "Swan" offers an elegant greeting, her words edged with subtle judgement. | |
| Speak to "Answer" | |
| "Vesper Bell" is such a good guy! Now that the misunderstanding is cleared up, all those rumors were so unfair to him! | |
| Weren't you the one who suspected him the most? Quick, go apologize to him. | |
| I already did. Besides, I'm part of the Detective Club now. I've learned to back up my deductions with evidence. | |
| Well done, "Touchdown." You've clearly invited from the president. Looks like you'll be ready to go solo soon. | |
| "Vesper Bell" revealed so much crucial information, yet I feel like we're getting further from the truth. | |
| Speaking of truth... Wait! Hey, "Swan"! Good to see you! | |
| (What!? The plan to use a flimsy excuse to strike up a conversation with "Swan" and wheedle out information was ruined!) Still, "Swan" seems to be in a good mood today. How should I approach her? | |
 Face Her gaze is sharp and proud. With her incredible dance skills, "Swan" quickly became a campus celebrity. Hands "Swan", who seemed cheerful moments ago, now looks a bit put out, but she greets us gracefully nonetheless. | |
| Deciding that sincerity is the best way to start, "Wild Child" gets straight to the point. | |
| A Midsummer Night's Dream is over. Do you still come to the dance studio every day for practice? | |
| This is my personal dance studio. As president of the Dance Club, daily practice is my responsibility. I only feel secure here. | |
| Insecurity? Well, as someone involved in the clock tower fire case, do you feel afraid or guilty. | |
| Huh? Is the Detective Club interrogating me like a criminal? I hear you've been running around campus since taking over "Orpheus's" club, yet you've accomplished nothing. | |
| We've solved plenty of cases on campus! | |
| Like finding those missing pets? I wonder if you've found even a trace of "Nightingale" yet? Still, truth is scarce here. You'd do well not to upset the balance. | |
| Your tone suggests you know a lot of secrets? | |
| Then you and "Warning Letter"—are you involved in "Nightingale's" death? | |
| "Nightingale" did things she shouldn't have. I think she needed to face the consequences and find her place here. So do I. The spotlight, the most dazzling place on the stage and in the studio—that's where I belong. If you want to find your place, the first thing you need to do is produce evidence linking me to the "Nightingale" case. | |
| (She seems so hostile towards "Nightingale." Could they have some hidden history?) | |
| If you have no other questions, I have practice. | |
| One second—we have something else to ask! Did you see "Signal's" post dog, Wick, yesterday? | |
| That clever dog? He always brings me letters, though I didn't see him today. | |
| Wick disappeared while delivering letters yesterday. Did you notice anything strange when you last saw him? | |
| I received my letter yesterday afternoon, before the rain started. After rehearsal, I strolled through the courtyard as usual and spotted "Turpentine" sketching. Wick ran up with a letter, played with me for a while, and then suddenly dashed off. Noticing dark clouds rolling in, I was about to leave when I saw "Tyrant" walking a guest to the entrance before heading back inside the main building. That's all I know. I haven't hidden Wick, nor could I have kept "Nightingale" locked up. I hope, on your next visit, you can bring something more interesting. | |
| (With that, "Swan" turned away without another word. We exchanged a look, then made our way to the nearest Workshop, hoping to try our luck with "Chamfer.") | |
Chapter 7: Secrets Beneath the Waterwheel[]
| In the workshop, there's always something unexpected to discover. | |
| Speak to "Chamfer" | |
| The group squeezzed past a huge Faraday cage by the wall, struggling to reach "Chamfer," surrounding by gears and axes, hammering away at her workbench. Noticing "Universal Shaft" wasn't there, "Wild Child" breathed a sigh of relief, only to accidentally knock a packet of screws off the corner of the workbench. "Chamfer" looked up toward the sound. | |
 Face She seemed nervous, her eyes darting toward the large human-shaped object covered in cloth on her workbench—suspicious. Could Wick be hidden underneath? Uniform A faint, barely noticeable smell of gunpowder hung in the air in the room. Wait... A closer looked showed charred edges on "Chamfer's" clothing. A letter was shoved into her picket. Hmm? The edge of the letter seemed slightly singed as well. Gloves Grease stains were on her hands, suggesting she'd been tinkering with machinery for a long time. | |
| Oh! It's you! How about it, Mr. Boar? Want to try my mud bath machine today? It automatically regulates the temperature. Hello, "Answer." Did the anti-gravity umbrella work well? | |
| It came in handy during the downpour yesterday! Although the deployment was a bit sluggish. Is everything alright? That explosion yesterday really scared us. | |
| Oh, it's nothing, it was just a piece of equipment overheating and spontaneously combusting. Luckily, I wasn't in the workshop at the time. I'm learning so much here with "Universal Shaft"! Lately, I've been helping the Astronomy Cub maintain their equipment, and the Chess Club wants a set of voice-controlled automated chess pieces. That weirdo "Eccentric" added new components to my model without asking. Now the pieces randomly discharge electricity and attack each other. It's such a headache. So, what brings you here today? I assume it's not just to bring Mr. Boar for a bath? | |
| We're investigating the disappearance of "Signal's" post dog, Wick. He set out to deliver a letter yesterday morning but didn't return all night. | |
| What!? How could that happen? I liked that little dog. When "Universal Shaft" wasn't around, we payed in the pool by the waterwheel. You're here because Wick delivered a letter to me yesterday, right? | |
| That's right. Please tell us about yesterday. | |
| Wick seemed busy yesterday. He delivered the letter and left right after. I was busy cleaning up my workbench after the explosion, so I didn't notice where he went. | |
| Well then, I'm just glad you guys weren't hurt in the explosion. | |
| ("Chamfer's" statement seems flawless, but my intuition tells me she's definitely hiding something.) | |
 Face (Sensing my gaze fixed on the object beside her, "Chamfer" looked flustered.) | |
| I think... I know your secret! | |
| Wha—what? | |
| (Sensing my gaze fixed on the object beside her, "Chamfer" looked flustered.) I suspect you've been hiding Wick. That thing under the cloth on your workbench—there's the proof! | |
| President, unless Wick can transform into a human, that shape under the cloth doesn't look anything like a dog. | |
| Alright, you got me. But it's not Wick! This is my friend, like Mr. Boar is to "Wild Child." He's my best friend! It's just... I can show you yet. I was planning to reveal him at the Open Day as a surprise. But as "Touchstone" said, Wick doesn't have a human form. Let me call him! Wick! WICK! See? He's not under there. | |
| ...... | |
| (Recall your observations of "Chamfer." Point out the suspicious details.) | |
 Uniform (Sensing I was using my sense of smell to trace the source of the explosion, she looked flustered, furtively tucking the edge of her sleeve in, as if trying to hide something.) | |
| I think... I know your secret! | |
| Wha—what? (Sensing I was using my sense of smell to trace the source of the explosion, she looked flustered, furtively tucking the edge of her sleeve in, as if trying to hide something.) | |
| You're not being honest about the explosion. It's highly probable that you caused the incident. | |
| Sigh. I didn't want to hide this from my friends... Does this have anything to do with Wick's disappearance? This isn't very honorable for a trained inventor like me. | |
| We won't overlook any clue, no matter how small. | |
| When Wick delivered the letter yesterday. I was so engrossed in reading it that I accidentally dropped the fry ice into a centrifuge tube and then placed it in the centrifuge. | |
| That sounds dangerous! | |
| It sounds dangerous, and it really is... I was ordered by "Universal Shaft" to read the workshop rules aloud ten times. | |
| So, you received the letter before the explosion? | |
| Yeah... But I didn't kidnap Wick! He arrived just after the noon bell and left right after delivering the letter. Besides, he had already left by the time the explosion happened, so my mistake didn't affect him. | |
| Alright. So Wick was here after the noon bell and before the explosion. That's a very important clue. It should definitely help narrow things down. | |
| Please let me know if you find Wick! You're welcome back anytime. Maybe Mr. Boar's voice synthesizer will be finished soon—that would be a nice surprise! | |
| Phew... I can hardly wait to see "Chamfer" unveil her amazing mechanical friend at the Open Day. | |
| Don't forget what happened on the last Open Day... You're right. Before the next Open Day arrives, we absolutely must solve the mystery of the clock tower fire. Next, let's visit "Feather Fan" in the Dormitory. | |
Chapter 8: Shadows Behind the Canvas[]
| After much hesitation, "Wild Child" knocks gently on "Feather Fan's" ornate wooden door. | ||||||||||||||
| Speak to "Answer" | ||||||||||||||
| A muffled sound of something heavy being moved came from behind the door. As "Feather Fan" opened it, "Wild Child" and "Touchdown" were just about to speak when "Answer" shot them a warning look that told them to stay quiet. Clearly, blurting out blunt questions at a lady's door would have been terribly rude. | ||||||||||||||
| "Wild Child" wasn't too eager to step into "Feather Fan's" room. Sure, the neatly arranged ornaments and paintings spoke volumes about her taste, but to him, the souls trapped in plaster and canvas felt lifeless. And with the rumors about campus art disappearing—some whispering that "Feather Fan" might be involved—he couldn't help feeling uneasy. | ||||||||||||||
| You're here about that little post dog, aren't you? "Signal" is a diligent student, and his dog is just as hardworking. | ||||||||||||||
| (Was it imagination, or did "Feather Fan" glance at me with faint disapproval when she said the word "diligent"?) | ||||||||||||||
| He went out on a delivery yesterday and hasn't returned. We wanted to ask if he came by here. | ||||||||||||||
| I was polishing my collection when I heard the knock. The pup handed me the letter at the door and left in a hurry. The bell had just rung when he ran off. | ||||||||||||||
| Where did Wick go after that? | ||||||||||||||
| I saw him heading toward the Workshop. Other than that, nothing happened. | ||||||||||||||
| ("Feather Fan" looked tense, like she was hiding something. But getting a straight answer from such a strict teacher would be difficult.) ("Wild Child's" gaze shifted to the desk. A half-unwrapped, almost person-sized painting leaned nearby—hard to miss.) | ||||||||||||||
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| Nearby, the unwrapped painting revealed a silver of the deep night sky with glittering stars. | ||||||||||||||
| The letter on the desk had clear tooth marks along the edge—almost certainly delivered by Wick yesterday. The envelope seemed to have a distinct pattern. | ||||||||||||||
| The book on the desk were stacked neatly. Except one lay facedown. Painting Auction Catalogue? | ||||||||||||||
| Anything else you want to ask? I doubt this academy has anything so serious that you detectives need to poke around in. | ||||||||||||||
| Uh... no! We're just helping look for—well, we'll be going now! | ||||||||||||||
| See you tomorrow in Modern Languages. And "Wild Child"—I expect that homework on my desk, on time. | ||||||||||||||
| Find anything? The way your eyes lit up at "Feather Fan's" desk... you're up to something, aren't you? | ||||||||||||||
| Maybe, I did notice something interesting, but without proof, we shouldn't act too fast. | ||||||||||||||
| I saw a letter with tooth marks—almost certainly from Wick. What stood out was a distinct pattern on the envelope. Pattern? Yes. A very noticeable design—identical to the one on a book right next to it. That book... I remember the title was... | ||||||||||||||
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| Painting Auction Catalogue | ||||||||||||||
| Right—it was the Painting Auction Catalogue! | ||||||||||||||
| "Feather Fan" loves art. No surprise she'd own that. | ||||||||||||||
| Remember the half-unwrapped painting by the desk? I'm sure I've seen it before. | ||||||||||||||
| What kind of painting would even catch your attention? | ||||||||||||||
| I suspect that book is the key. | ||||||||||||||
| And as for the painting... remember our old friend who's always sketching in the Central Court? I think it's time we paid him a visit. | ||||||||||||||
| Let's go! | ||||||||||||||
| Speak to "Turpentine" | ||||||||||||||
| "Turpentine" was stationed at the corner of Central Court, sketching the Founder's statue. The pencil strokes gave the stone face an uncanny resemblance to "Tyrant." | ||||||||||||||
| Hey there, roommate! And Mr. Boar! You both seem lively as ever. Found any cases brimming with imagination lately? | ||||||||||||||
| Funny enough, we're working on something interesting. It's about a painting. You know much about the school's art collection? | ||||||||||||||
| If it's a painting, nothing escapes my eye. Ask away! | ||||||||||||||
| At "Feather Fan's," I saw a painting—wrapped up tight. It showed... Let me think. The one by her desk—tightly wrapped—was... | ||||||||||||||
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| Deep night sky with glittering stars | ||||||||||||||
| I'm certain! It was a deep night sky with glittering stars, all wrapped up tightly. | ||||||||||||||
| You're sure? Hmm... | ||||||||||||||
| Something wrong? | ||||||||||||||
| That sounds like Moonlit Night. It used to hang in the library's east corridor. The school said it needed restoration and locked it in storage ages ago. Yet now it's in "Feather Fan's" living room—sealed up tight. | ||||||||||||||
| We also saw a copy of the Painting Auction Catalogue stuffed hastily among her books. And when we knocked... | ||||||||||||||
| She seemed like she was hiding something. | ||||||||||||||
| Moving a painting that big from the library to the dorm isn't exactly easy, let alone without being seen. | ||||||||||||||
| "Cheers"? You move quieter than a cat. I'm calling you for our next stealth job. | ||||||||||||||
| Startled you, didn't I? Gotta run, need to deliver something to "Rabbit's Foot." | ||||||||||||||
| ("Cheers" winked at us, hefted a heavy crate, and sped off like the wind.) | ||||||||||||||
| What are you all actually investigating? Involving "Feather Fan" is risky—don't blame me if you end up in detention. | ||||||||||||||
| We're looking for Wick. He went out to deliver letters yesterday and hasn't come back since. | ||||||||||||||
| "Signal's" post dog? I saw him just yesterday afternoon. "Swan" was watching us paint, and Wick handed her the letter. "Pistil" stopped by to trim the flowers for a bit, but when it looked like rain, she left early. If there's any news about the missing painting, be sure to let me know! | ||||||||||||||
| Wow, finally a case gets the big artist's attention, huh? | ||||||||||||||
| At least it's a bit more imaginative than the usual ones! | ||||||||||||||
Chapter 9: Beyond Light and Shadow[]
| Outside "Tyrant's" office, the group stands in silence, their gazes flicking between one another. | |
| Talk to "Answer" | |
| I thought you'd never work up the nerve to approach "Tyrant's" office. | |
| Even if he's not grilling you on Latin 24/7, doesn't that pressure make you want to actually hit the books for once? | |
| When the time is right, I'll get serious about studying. | |
| That's good to here! I'm not climbing up to the top shelf for your books anymore, then. | |
Well-Dressed Man |
Next year's list of recommended students is already in front of the board. Looks like we've found a future Commander's Medal candidate... |
| Thank you. Contributing to education is my duty. | |
Well-Dressed Man |
I heard "Bad Ending" is planning to resign? |
| The new literature teacher is a Demori alumnus and knows the system well. I think he'll fit in better here. | |
Well-Dressed Man |
Excellent! The Duke always said you were too young, barely a few years as a principal. Well, I guess our efforts paid off. I'll take my leave then. Oh, and next time I come, maybe refresh your wall decor a bit? A little change would do wonders. Need me to spell it out? |
| No need—next time you drop by, I guarantee you'll be impressed. | |
| Moments later, a well-dressed man left "Tyrant's" office. The group kept quiet in the corner, watching in sync as "Tyrant" tracked the visitor's exit before finally turning back to hell. | |
| So—should I hand you over to "Feather Fan" for detention, or have you copy your Latin textbook ten times? | |
| Speak to "Tyrant" | |
| Salvē...te? Good afternoon, Principal! | |
| "Tyrant" frowned and sighed, but let "Wild Child's" small mistake slide. | |
| "Tyrant" is a huge photography buff. Every time you step into his office, the oversized campus photos are almost overwhelming. Rumor is, there's even a darkroom hidden in here, and he'll vanish in there for hours if he gets the chance. "Wild Child" quietly scanned the pictures. | |
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| The walls were covered in photos, all of campus scenes. One showed the bell tower before the fire. This one looks like... the main building, only three trees outside look newly planted. Must have been taken years ago. | |
| That old gentleman looks like the former principal. Apparently, he was full of wild ideas; the teachers could hardy keep up. And there he is, shaking hands with "Tyrant"... | |
| Wait a second, isn't that the guy who just visited? He definitely looks familiar. | |
| Uh, Principal, we're here on "Signal's" behalf. His post dog went missing yesterday, and we're trying to find him... | |
| I see. I haven't seen him today—something must have happened. I'm glad you're helping search for him. | |
| ...... | |
| So... about Wick— | |
| Yesterday afternoon, I showed my guest around campus. I got back to my office in the evening, and that's when Wick dropped off the letter. He looked exhausted, not his usual self at all. He was muddy and filthy—probably from rolling around outside in the rain. That's all there is. Any other questions? | |
| No... that's it, thanks. | |
| I don't mind your detective games... But I do hope "Wild Child" can put in some time practicing Latin pronunciation and grammar. | |
| You don't mind? | |
| And one more thing: eavesdropping—especially on your teachers... | |
| I swear we didn't hear a thing! Not a word! | |
| Good. Off you go, and stay out of trouble. | |
| "Tyrant" was surprisingly easygoing today. He even smiled and told us to be careful! | |
| And he actually said he didn't mind our "detective games"... I can't read him at all. | |
| Wait—our beloved Mr. "Bad Ending" is really leaving? I liked him. | |
| Yeah, it came out of nowhere... I'd love a chance to talk. "Encyclopedia" is going to be crushed. | |
| That list they mentioned—was it for new students recommendations? They're already picking freshman? How does it feel to be the experienced senior now, President? | |
| I just hope nobody "helpful" tries to shoehorn someone like me into this school again... Hey, how come the photos "Tyrant" took look so unfamiliar? It's the campus, but it feels different somehow. | |
| Those are all from before the renovations. The Duke Kreiss—you know, "Warning Letter's" dad—oversaw the renovations before you transferred. They stripped all the old ivy and painted everything. Didn't you notice how new everything looked when you got here? | |
| Sorry, I thought it was for our grand welcome... or maybe just to impress Mr. Boar. | |
| ...... Oh! Remember during renovations, "Tyrant" missed class for once? Latin was canceled—everyone was thrilled. I'd just gotten back to school then, and saw "Big Shot" arguing with him. | |
| "Big Shot"? He's always so deferential to Tyrant. | |
| Who knows—class reps have their own problems too. | |
Chapter 10: The Truth Written Clear[]
| Even the smallest fragments of testimony can pry open the truth. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Speak to "Answer" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Looks like another dead end. Where could Wick be? | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| President! You carry "Orpheus's" legacy—you must have an idea! Give us your thoughts! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Of course! I think I've got a lead! Even though we haven't found Wick yet, every witness gave us a piece of the puzzle. If we piece them all together, the answer should reveal itself! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| I'm totally lost here... | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| First off, we know Wick is a dedicated post dog. He's never gone off route or gotten lost. The fact that he's missing now? I'd guess... Someone hid him on purpose. And I'm pretty sure... | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| The culprit is one of the seven recipients! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| That's it! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Hang on—why not someone else? Or maybe someone from off campus? | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Because every recipient got their letter directly from Wick! If someone had hidden him beforehand, someone's letter would be missing. Let's assume Wick didn't go off-campus. In fact, I'll take it a step further: the last recipient hid him. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Makes sense. So all we need to do is figure out who got their letter last? | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| But how? No one knows the actual order... | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Exactly! What really matters in all seven testimonies is— | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| The critical detail hidden in each testimony is— | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Time Received | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Right—the real question is not "who" but "when!" No one gave an exact time, but their statements all contain indirect time clues! If we follow those hints, we can find out who was last. To work out the order, we need reliable events—things that can be cross-checked! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| You mean, events that can validate each other? | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Remember "Chamfer" and "Feather Fan's" statements? They both mentioned the noon bell. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Feather Fan" got her letter before the bell, "Chamfer" got hers after... | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Exactly! Those are solid facts. Let's note those down first, and then put everything in chronological order! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Who was the last recipient? Arrange the testimonies in the correct order to uncover the truth | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Signal": Around noon yesterday, Wick left the dorm to deliver mail and never returned that night. "Feather Fan": Wick hurriedly dropped a letter at my dorm room door, then left immediately. The bell rang at that exact moment. The bell rings. "Chamfer": Shortly after the noon bell, Wick rushed into the workshop to deliver a letter, then took off. I was so absorbed in reading it that I accidentally caused an explosion. An explosion occurs in the Workshop. "Vesper Bell": After the explosion stopped, a clearly shaken Wick brought me a letter a the Activities Building. I calmed him for a while, and by the time he left, he seemed unusually excited. His paws were wet when he arrived. "Warning Letter": Wick delivered a letter to me while I was reading in the library. Usually, he's calm, but this time, he seemed unusually excited and kept trying to pounce on me. "Rabbit's Foot": I received my letter in the library. A while later, I glanced out the window and saw Wick running from the Central Court into the main building. "Swan": I got my letter in the courtyard at dusk. After plating with me for a bit, Wick suddenly ran off. It looked like it might rain, so I decided to head back too. On my way out, I saw "Tyrant" seeing off a guest and heading back into the main building. "Tyrant" enters the Main Building. "Tyrant": Right after saying goodbye to my guest, Wick arrived with a letter. He looked completely exhausted. It had already started raining when he left. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| The last person on Wick's route—the one who hid him—was... | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Accuse "Tyrant" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| That's right, "Tyrant"! Fine—then he locked Wick away to hide some terrible secret. We just don't know what it is... yet. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| And to think we thought "Tyrant" was so unusually pleasant today... | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Remember what "Tyrant" told us? Wick looked exhausted when he delivered the letter. That fits—because "Tyrant" was his final stop. Based on the clues, Wick's route went: | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Wick's Delivery Route Click the glowing points on the map to deduce Wick's movements | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Let's reconstruct Wick's delivery route in the exact order each recipient received their letter. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Alright, let's get started! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| We know Wick started from the dorms, just before noon. "Feather Fan" said that the moment she got her letter, the noon bell rang. That means she must have been the very first recipient. Who else mentioned hearing the bell? That's right—"Chamfer"! She remembered receiving her letter right after the bell struck. "Feather Fan" said that the noon bell rang the moment she received her letter. "Chamfer" also mentioned the bell in her statement. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| "Chamfer" was so absorbed in reading her letter that she accidentally caused an explosion. Also, "Vesper Bell" said Wick had just handed him a letter when the blast startled him. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Vesper Bell" also noticed Wick's paws were wet, probably from playing near the waterwheel. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Exactly! Which means "Vesper Bell" must have gotten his letter right after "Chamfer." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Who's next? Hmm... no clear lead here. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| But "Vesper Bell" did say something important: Wick was unusually excited, and it took him a while to calm Wick down. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Unusually excited... Wait—someone else mentioned that! Oh! It was "Warning Letter"! He got his letter in the library. "Vesper Bell" testified that he had comforted Wick for a long time, and that Wick had left in an unusually excited state. "Warning Letter" also mentioned that Wick was abnormally excited. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| There's someone else who got a letter in the library—"Rabbit's Foot." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Right, and Wick only left after delivering to both of them. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Rabbit's Foot" said that shortly after getting his letter, he looked out the window and saw Wick heading toward the main building. "Swan also saw Wick enter, so she must have been next. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Finally, Wick went into the main building to deliver a letter to "Tyrant." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| According to "Tyrant," Wick looked completely worn out. He'd run al over campus before delivering the final letter to him. That confirms "Tyrant" was the last recipient. Looks solid to me. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Which means Wick was probably caught "Tyrant" in the middle of something shady, so "Tyrant" locked him up. Makes perfect sense! Explains why he was so nice today. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Just to be sure, why don't we confront "Tyrant" again? | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Brilliant! And if anyone claims Mr. Boar cracked the "Coronation Riddle" instead—I'll set them straight. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Just a minor deduction... self-taught. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| You're incredible! Probably the first student in school history with the guts to put "Tyrant" in the hot seat. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Chapter 11: Forgotten Echo[]
| On stage, the detectives tread on forgotten echoes, step by step, closing in on a truth hidden in plain sight. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Speak to "Answer" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| The Detective Club was just about to step into the main building when they nearly bumped in the School Counselor and "Model Student" talking by the entrance. The moment they noticed us, they clammed up. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| You again? Is this about yesterday's sports field accident? Nothing major—just a training accident. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| The detectives traded puzzled looks. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Training accident? | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Yeah—one student fell during training yesterday afternoon. Messed up their leg and got cut near the eye—looked back but it wasn't. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| It looked rough, but no broken bones. Good thing the counselor got them to the infirmary fast. And Wick was a big help—he was the first to spot them lying in a corner. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Wait—Wick? Yesterday?! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| That's right! "Signal's" post dog! Shot out of nowhere, tugged my pant leg, dragged me over, and that's when I saw the student. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| And then? | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| We hurried them to the infirmary. Wick ran alongside us the whole way. It even started raining, and one student slipped, so poor Wick ended up coated in mud. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| And... after that? | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| We were too busy looking after the injured student to pay attention to anything else. Why? What's going on? | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Where did Wick go after you got to the infirmary? | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| No idea... probably went back to his route. I saw him dash off towards "Tyrant's" office. Later, when he came out of the building, he rubbed again my leg, and I noticed there was still a letter in his bag. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Wait—that doesn't add up! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| What's wrong? | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Wick didn't stick to the delivery list—he went off-route! He must've caught the scent of blood near the sports field and gone to help... but when he left the main building, he still had a letter. Which means one thing—"Tyrant" might not be out culprit after all. We need to check the last few recipients again. But "Model Student" testified that Wick escorted an injured student from the sports field to the main building before delivering to "Tyrant." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| When Wick left the main building, he still had one letter left, and the last recipient wasn't in the main building at all. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| The main building... Wait—"Rabbit's Foot" claimed he saw Wick go in, but he never mentioned the injured student. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| That's right... and the only time Wick went into the main building was when escorting that injured student. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Does that mean "Rabbit's Foot" was lying? | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Remember, he said there was nothing unusual that day, but that can't be true, because... | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Because there was an explosion in the workshop! Anyone who heard it would know something was wrong. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| And there was one other person who didn't hear the explosion. Someone whose testimony proves it! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| And there was one other person who didn't hear the explosion. Someone whose testimony proves it! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Wild Child" - A Quiet Detective Club When the workshop explosion happened, I was in the Detective Club room in the southeast corner of campus. It's far from the workshop, so I didn't notice anything unusual. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Could "Rabbit's Foot" have been near the detective club at the time? | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| It's possible. The club is in a remote spot, so it makes sense Wick might have gone there last. Let's try mapping the route again. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Signal": Around noon yesterday, Wick left the dorm to deliver mail and never returned that night. "Feather Fan": Wick hurriedly dropped a letter at my dorm room door, then left immediately. The bell rang at that exact moment. Facts: The bell rings. "Chamfer": Shortly after the noon bell, Wick rushed into the workshop to deliver a letter, then took off. I was so absorbed in reading it that I accidentally caused an explosion. Facts: An explosion occurs in the Workshop. "Vesper Bell": After the explosion stopped, a clearly shaken Wick brought me a letter a the Activities Building. I calmed him for a while, and by the time he left, he seemed unusually excited. His paws were wet when he arrived. "Warning Letter": Wick delivered a letter to me while I was reading in the library. Usually, he's calm, but this time, he seemed unusually excited and kept trying to pounce on me. Facts: "Tyrant" enters the Main Building. "Model Student": Wick escorted an injured student from the sports field to the main building, then headed toward "Tyrant's" office. When he later came out, there was still a letter in his mailbag. "Tyrant": Right after saying goodbye to my guest, Wick arrived with a letter. He looked completely exhausted. It had already started raining when he left. "Swan": I got my letter in the courtyard at dusk. After plating with me for a bit, Wick suddenly ran off. It looked like it might rain, so I decided to head back too. On my way out, I saw "Tyrant" seeing off a guest and heading back into the main building. "Rabbit's Foot": I received my letter in the library. A while later, I glanced out the window and saw Wick running from the Central Court into the main building. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Let's say "Rabbit's Foot" was near the detective club. That means Wick left the library, when to the sports field, then to the main building for "Tyrant." And finally, Wick delivered to the detective club for "Rabbit's Foot." That would make the route... | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Wick's Delivery Route | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| This version makes perfect sense too. Oh, right! Remember this morning when Mr. Boar and I found that clue by the flowerbed near the field? That proved that Wick stopped to help the injured student and went off his planned route. "Model Student" mentioned that someone slipped, and "Tyrant" mentioned Wick was covered in mud—it all lines up perfectly! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Amazing! That means Mr. Boar won't have to clean up the mudfest! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Huff-huff! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| We've fathered every clue connected to the case—it's time for the final deduction! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| We just figured out Wick's delivery route changed, which means... | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| It means "Tyrant" isn't the culprit—the real one lied about when they got their letter! So the culprit must be— | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| "Rabbit's Foot" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Rabbit's Foot"! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| But why "Rabbit's Foot"? He doesn't care about anything except magic. Why snatch Wick? | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Remember what "Rabbit's Foot" said when we talked to him? He slipped up right then. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
 Shirt A poster for a magic performance sticks out from a pocket. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| That is the motive! He needed a reliable assistant for his act. Honestly, I suspected him from the start. Remember his reaction when we said Wick was missing? | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| That clever pup? Who would want to kidnap him? | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| He blurted out that someone was already going after Wick. It's far already going after Wick. It's far too soon! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| That's our President for you—true successor to "Orpheus," sharp as ever! Alright, let's go catch our culprit already! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Chapter 12: Under the Spotlight[]
| Applause remains the truest response to a magician's performance. | |
| Speak to "Rabbit's Foot" | |
| After our thorough investigation, we're certain you've been "holding onto" Wick. Now hand over the poor pup. | |
| The club bursts into the dimly lit classroom. "Rabbit's Foot" is standing on stage, staring into the blank space. At his feet, Wick wags his golden fur happily, gnawing on his shoe. | |
| Huff-huff—huff! | |
| Mr. Boar breaks the silence first, squeezing past to crouch beside Wick, "Rabbit's Foot" keeps his head down, silent, as "wild Child's" little partner bumps into stage props. | |
| We believe you didn't mean any harm... and now we see that's true. A secret performance does need a reliable assistant—but "Signal" can't be without Wick either. | |
| I'm sorry. I don't think I'll ever find another audience. This was meant to be my farewell performance, and Wick was the only partner I could count on. I was going to send him back after yesterday's rehearsal—but now the show won't happen. | |
| Won't happen? You're canceling? | |
| I got a letter from him... inviting me to his show. I didn't even know he'd made it to such a big stage. On a magician's stage, even the tiniest mistake is fatal. Maybe my career really ended the moment that pigeon crashed into the chandelier. | |
| I don't believe that. Sounds like an excuse. | |
| "Touchdown" stares blankly, and "Touchstone" scratches his head. "Rabbit's Foot" turns pale, looking at "Wild Child," who seems totally unaware of how cutting his words sound. | |
| If you'd truly given up, you wouldn't be secretly looking for venues. You wouldn't be rehearsing tricks alone. You wouldn't have brought Wick here as your assistant. Someone who's finished with the stage doesn't keep practicing. Right, Mr. Boar? | |
| ...... You know, I used to compare the two of us—both having stood on the stage—and wonder what made us different. I think... I might just be a little closer to what I love. Maybe that's my one bit of luck. | |
| You are lucky, my friend! | |
| Well then, what are we waiting for? You've got your assistant, your stage, and now your audience! The show starts today! | |
| No one dwells on "Rabbit's Foot's" gloom—everyone's already leaping into action. "Signal" brings ribbons, "Dollhouse" decorates the stage with handmade decor, "Pistil" fills the air with the smell of freshly baked star-shaped cookies, and "Cheers" appears with his infamous lemonade. "Touchdown" drags in "Vesper Bell" and "Reversed" for good measure. | |
| When "Rabbit's Foot" steps onto the stage, "Touchdown" flips the switch. All eyes are on the stage—small and shabby maybe, but in this moment, shining bright. | |
| Join "Rabbit's Foot's" magic show! Follow "Rabbit's Foot's" instructions Select the correct item below | |
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| Actually, yesterday, after I hid Wick, I saw the list of delivery recipients in his bag. That's why I lied about going to the library. Sorry, "Signal"...... | |
"Signal" |
...... |
| "Signal" points toward the stage, where Wick and Mr. Boar are happily chasing each other, enjoying the peace of the campus. | |
| (I hate to break the mood, but now that I think about it, there was something odd about "Signal's" letter.) | |
 All of Wick's letters have a faint tooth mark—including the letter from "Orpheus." | |
| "Signal"—it's great we found Wick, but now will you tell me your connection to "Orpheus"? | |
"Signal" |
...! |
| What evidence links "Signal" to "Orpheus"? | |
 Letter from "Orpheus" A letter from "Orpheus" delivered to Demori Academy on the 15th of this month. Faint bite marks from a canine are visible along the egde. | |
| All of Wick's letters have a faint tooth mark—including the letter from "Orpheus." Does this mean you have some link to him? | |
"Signal" |
...!! ...... |
| "Signal" frantically waves his hands in denial, eyes darting toward the letter, then bows before hurrying away, leaving the group bewildered. | |
Chapter 13: Final Chapter[]
| The curtain's fall is never the end—only the beginning of a new journey. | |
| Speak to "Answer" | |
| Case closed! "Signal" and Wick are back to their routine. | |
| "Signal" has already made plans with "Vesper Bell" to care for the animals, and those scary rumors about "Vesper Bell" have finally ceased. | |
| Hooray! Another step closer to the front page of the school paper! And was that cheering from our fans? | |
| Snap out of it! We may have Wick back, but the clock tower fire case is still unsolved, and we've made no progress. | |
| Who says we haven't made progress? Our only suspects were "Warning Letter" and "Swan," but now we have something solid. Neither of them denied being linked to the "Nightingale" case, and "Vesper Bell's" testimony has plenty to dig into. | |
| Like the mineral powder? | |
| Exactly! The powder on "Warning Letter" matches what "Vesper Bell" mentioned. That's our next lead. | |
| Leave it to me! The Ecology Lab has been trying to recruit me anyway. I'll head over and dig up intel. | |
| And more importantly, "Signal's" link to "Orpheus" just came to light. That's the blind spot we missed—we never asked how "Orpheus's" letters were getting onto campus. Signal is the missing piece we need. | |
| Good evening! | |
| "Turpentine"? Now that's a rare visitor! | |
| I've got some fresh, juicy news. I checked the auction listings found that some pieces supposedly "being restored" on campus have shown up in private auctions. And just now, I got the latest catalogue. Listen to this: Moonlit Night, a painting of a deep night sky filled with glittering stars. | |
| The one we saw in "Feather Fan's" office, right? | |
| Exactly! | |
| So... "Feather Fan" might be secretly sending paintings to auction? How could that be! "Feather Fan" has always cherished works of art, and "Tyrant" would never allow it! | |
| Precisely! Which is why I want to join the Detective Club. Seems like you're finally getting real cases. | |
| Hey, everyone! | |
| "Pistil"? Why are you running? Catch your breath before you— | |
| Did... did you hear? The Ecology Lab... they lost a whole batch of rare minerals! | |
| Guess there's no rest for us, then. New case, here we come! | |
| "Forgotten Echo" has ended, had ended,[sic] but the story of Demori Academy is far from over... | |
Daily Classes[]
| Take a class | |
| The professor says everything in life has a bit of philosophy in it—even a blank piece of paper could be a deep essay, right? | |
| Way more fun than I expected. Zzz... | |
| Skip Class | |
| Morning, "Wild Child"! If I were you, I wouldn't miss a class this interesting. | |
| If I think I'm in class, then I'm already there. | |
| Let's go! I can't wait to see you use those wild philosophy theories to out-argue "Touchstone." | |
| Take a class | |
| I thought this class was just about shaping clay all fancy. | |
| Mr. Boar's learning faster than me. So jealous! | |
| Skip Class | |
| Huff-huff... | |
| Hey, don't look at me with those hopeful eyes... Alright, fine. Who would've thought my buddy would ever get excited about going to class? | |
| Take a class | |
| "Cross Point" keeps trying to get me into horseback riding. He says I've got the markings of a natural. | |
| Mr. Boar made a new friend. | |
| Take a class | |
| Every time the test tube spits out some weird-colored smoke, "Homeostasis"'s hair seems to get even thinner. | |
| Turns out experiments are actually pretty fun! | |
| Skip Class | |
| Hey, lab partner! You won't want to miss today's potion experiment. | |
| Huff-huff? | |
| That's right, Mr. Boar! Just drop a couple of dribbles of your drool into the starchy mix, and watch it vanish like magic! | |
| Now that's an offer you can't refuse. | |
| Take a class | |
| I took "Encyclopedia" advice and spent three days in the library. All I got was some quality naps. | |
| Next year I want to try even crazier math! | |
| Skip Class | |
| Morning, "Wild Child"! "Encyclopedia" has a bunch of great stories for ready for you. Skip class and you'll miss out, so hurry up! | |
| Let's get moving, Mr. Boar—we don't want to miss a single word! | |
| Take a class | |
Philosophy Question: What's the main question in "Audentes Foruna Iuvat"?
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Art Question: What's most likely to happen to a marble sculpture over time?
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P.E. Question: What's the key to staying balanced while jumping on horseback?
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Science Question: What's the first chemical change when sugar is heared?
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Literature Question: What defines a sonnet?
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| Just like one of "Touchstone's" made-up masterpieces! | |
| 100% | |
| Elegant penmanship, poetic in tone—"Wild Child," you have created a work of art! | |
| "Touchstone" slides the test over, the bright red 100 practically glowing: "You even saw through all my trick questions—looks like you've mastered the art of test-taking." | |
| 80% | |
| Though not without its flaws, those very flaws leave room for improvement, and that itself is a kind of perfection. | |
| "Touchstone" sets the test on my desk and gives my shoulder a proud pat: "'Feather Fan' would be so proud of her star student!" | |
| 60% | |
| No more and no less, just right. Passing today, perfect tomorrow. Each steady step you take now builds the foundation for future success. | |
| "Touchstone" fans the test out like a magician: "Not too much, not too little—now that's a perfect score." | |
| 40% | |
| Barely missed the passing mark? That is quite alright. Today's small step may lead to a great leap tomorrow. | |
| "Touchstone" hands me the test with a look of disbelief: "Honestly, I'm starting to think Mr. Boar snuck in at midnight and danced all over this." | |
| 20% | |
| Such an imaginative score, "Wild Child." With greater effort in your studies, I am certain you will be pleased with the progress you make. | |
| "Touchstone" dangles the test like a piece of modern art: "Twenty points! Now that's what I call creative scoring." | |
| 0% | |
| You have managed to avoid every correct answer perfectly. You will stay behind with Mr. Boar for some tutoring. But don't worry, with time and effort, your grades will improve. | |
| "Touchstone" sets the test down and winks: "Congrats on a new record—dodging every right answer! 'Tyrant' will be thrilled to see you at after-school tutoring!" | |
| This is indeed the work of "Touchstone"! | |
Map Dialogue[]
Interacting with characters around campus would trigger short conversations.
"Reversed"
| Hey, "Reversed"! There's been a ton of weird stuff going on around campus lately... Have you noticed anything strange too? | |
| Trouble never starts for no reason and the truth is never just a rootless shadow. It's like a reflection in the river of fate—clear, yet impossible to grasp. But don't worry, I'm pretty sure the Detective Club can figure everything out. | |
| Whoa... that's deep. No clue what you just said, but it sounds impressive! |
"Answer"
| Morning, "Answer." Why do I keep finding you around the library... Any new leads? | |
| I think I got a hint from Papa Legba. There might be deeper secrets hidden here. | |
| Secrets always hide in plain sight, you just need patience to dig them up. | |
| Are you sure you don't want to take my advice? | |
| Join the Dance Club? Get clues out of "Swan"? I think you should ask Mr. Boar. He's the star of the Dance Club—maybe he can let something slip. | |
| Guess I'd better prepare a guide for dealing with fans first. | |
"Cheers"
| One can have no thoughts without books! | |
| And perception is blind without a drink! I haven't forgotten that! Hey, "Cheers," how's it going? Heard those library ghosts are driving you up the wall. | |
| It's not that bad. Rumors have spread across campus. Some even say you can hear scary howls at night. | |
| Haven't you checked it out yourself? | |
| Even the Psychic Club folks don't dare go poking around this time. | |
| Are you close with the Ecology Lab people? | |
| Rumor had it those spooky howls are coming from their building. | |
| Honestly, that sounds creepier than the library's ghost ciphers. | |
| That's why you can't just stroll into the library. You'd better be well prepared first. | |
"Turpentine"
| Good morning, "Turpentine." | |
| Morning, my dear roommate. | |
| I've been wondering, what really makes a case imaginative. | |
| Like, painting isn't just shapes, it's about capturing the soul. | |
| Oh, so you want a case that's not just mysteries, but has hidden secrets underneath? | |
| Right! So, ready to use your eyes and heart to find a case like that? | |
| Profiling is basically sketching a criminal's psychological portrait, just with your mind, not a pencil. | |
| So, it's like imagining their little inner drama? | |
| Well, when you put it that way... | |
"Model Student"
| Hey, "Model Student," busy in the infirmary? | |
| Just patched up "Touchdown" and Mr. Boar. They were racing, one face-planted, the other twisted an ankle... | |
| That's how they race? | |
| Yep, they came in together, helping each other, and nobody knew who they were. |
"Signal"
| Morning, "Signal." | |
| Woof-woof! | |
| If the next "Orpheus" letter comes in... Could you have Wick deliver it to the Detective Club so we can check it out first? | |
"Signal" |
...... |
| Just kidding! |
"Tyrant"
| Let me think... what can I say to the principal today that won't put him in a bad mood? Ogito ergo... wait, that's Desca... Veni, vidi, vici? Nah, too arrogant... Carpe diem! Seize... seize what again... Sal... Salve! | |
| Your Latin's getting better, kid. | |
| (Yay—he even looks a bit happier!) | |
| Salve! Good morning, Principal! (The principal nodded. He seems to be in a good mood today.) | |
| Can I help you? | |
| Uh... I was just wondering, as a detective, how do you take photos that really tell a story? | |
| A sense of story come from tension and conflict in the picture. Don't just chase the perfect shot. Be brave and capture moments full of emotion and contradiction. | |
| So those "imperfect" moments are actually more important? | |
| Exactly. | |
"Touchstone"
| Morning, "Touchstone." Skipping class, too, I see? | |
| What's with the sass, President? I'm just helping with the case. | |
| Should I ask "Tyrant" to make Detective Club a required course? | |
| Not a bad idea. Our cases are tougher than any exam. | |
| Honestly, I thought "Feather Fan" would lock "Rabbit's Foot' in detention... Or at least let "Tyrant" tear into him. But why does he look totally fine, like nothing happened? | |
| Surprise! Turns out they're both huge fans of "Rabbit's Foot's" magic shows. | |
"Vesper Bell"
| Hey, "Vesper Bell," any trouble from "Touchdown"? | |
| Actually, I should thank "Touchdown." He helped a lot with the firefly event. Summer's over, so the nights will slowly get quiet again. |
"Warning Letter"
| Oh, hi "Warning Letter." I hardly ever see you outside. Are you feeling any better? | |
| Just the library dust, made me cough a bit, that's all. | |
| Mr. Boar's already told Wick to stop jumping on people, so... | |
| Thanks... Would really love to see that puppy in the library again, though. | |
| Those flowers by the corridor—were they you? The blue irises are lovely! | |
| Just planted some bulbs there last year on a whim... They grew even better than I hoped. If you and your pal leave them be, I bet they'll bring you some luck next year. | |
"Swan"
| Morning, "Swan." You look like you're in a good mood today. | |
| Mm, good morning. | |
| Were you at the clock tower... the night of the fire... (Uh-oh, awkward.) | |
| Little detective, the first lesson in elegance is knowing when to stay silent. |
"Rabbit's Foot"
| Hey, "Rabbit's Foot"! Heard the Magic Club's show ran into a bit of trouble? | |
| Yeah... "Big Shot" wants our classroom, saying they have "more important things." | |
| If you need a place, the Detective Club's activity room is free. | |
| But what if something goes wrong again... Am I gonna get blamed and dragged off? | |
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| Hey, "Wild Child," lovely weather today. Fancy seeing a magic show? | |
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"Feather Fan"
| Good morning, "Feather Fan." Back from an auction? | |
| Not very polite to ask that in public, kid. | |
| Oh... sorry, I'll be sneakier next time... | |
| The precious art at the auction is a witness to time. As the dorm supervisor, I don't just manage these treasures—I protect them. | |
| You always seem to find stories from old paintings and sculptures. How do you do that? | |
| Art is a silent language, telling stories of human light and darkness. If you listen with your heart, you'll feel them calling across time. They may be worn by time, but in a new setting, they shine differently. It's the same with the school. Old and new together—that's what gives it life. |
"Chamfer"
| Hey "Chamfer," how's work with "Universal Shaft" going? | |
| Bearings and screws every day. Easy enough! Wanna give it a try? "Universal Shaft" might even bump your grade for finals! | |
| Thanks, but I was thinking of helping "Homeostasis" in the Ecology Lab. Rocks might be more my thing. | |
| Hey, "Chamfer," how's your mechanical friend coming along? | |
| Great! Been in the workshop the past few days, turning its joints and power system. Just fixed the overheating servo in its arm, so it moves way smoother now. It can do the basics, but I've also added some simple gesture recognition. But... shh, it's still a secret! Prepare to be amazed! | |
"Pistil"
| Hey, "Pistil," heard Mr. Boar's a "special guest" in the flower beds again. | |
| Don't remind me. He treats the flowers like an obstacle course. He barreled through, trampling some of my favorite tulips. Funny thing is, sometimes he helps till the soil, so I guess he's making up for it. | |
| Thank goodness. Let's hope he's not digging for carrots in the dirt. | |
| Been a while, "Pistil." Busy helping "Dollhouse" with "Rabbit's Foot's" stage? | |
| That's right! Got to see his latest magic show too. | |
| The cookies you brought were, delicious, and the flowers were gorgeous! | |
| Yeah, I baked those myself and picked the flowers fresh, just wanted to add a little surprise. | |
| Amazing! You're welcome at the Detective Club anytime. We all miss you... and your cookies. | |
"King of Demori"
| Hey there, buddy! Staying put in the grass today? | |
"King of Demori" |
Meow! |
"Touchdown"
| Hey, why are you so out of breath? Did you race "Vesper Bell"? | |
| That guy barely leaves his club room unless he has to. He found a sparrow with a broken leg, so I ran to "Model Student" for medicine. Oh, and the bandages! He got scratched across the face again by those unruly rabbits in the woods. | |
| Poor "Vesper Bell"... If Mr. Boar were here, he'd have given that rabbit a piece of his mind. | |
| Hey! "Touchdown," seen Mr. Boar anywhere? | |
| If I'm not mistaken, he and Wick just sneaked into the activity building again. | |
| Can't imagine what kind of fun could attract both of them at once. | |
| Maybe they're checking out "Rabbit's Foot's" magic show again, see who can score higher? | |
Club Activities[]
| I've always wondered how Wick understands the delivery list. | ||
| My guess is on "Signal" and Wick have some kind of secret mind-reading going on. | ||
| You got it. Just like me and Mr. Boar, we've got that same unspoken understanding. | ||
| I solved a case for a client today, came back to the Detective Club, and found the president fast asleep in the chair. | ||
| I dreamed of solving the clock tower fire case, even saw the suspect's face! | ||
| Wake up and couldn't remember a thing? | ||
| Looks like solving cases is still up to us folks who are awake. | ||
| I remember the President saying he never wanted to take a Modern Languages class again. | ||
| Yeah, he was pretty set on that. | ||
| But I saw "Feather Fan" smiling as she snatched his course sheet and blithely checked Modern Languages. | ||
| "King of Demori" ran off again! | ||
| Hope it's not with Wick this time, or we'll have two cases on our plate. | ||
| "Touchdown," where do you even hear all these rumors? You know them better than your homework! | ||
| The president always says that the stranger something sounds, the more likely it is to be hiding the truth. | ||
| Mr. Boar told me he's learned a new trick to make the Detective Club's key go "poof!" | ||
| I thought he just lost it! | ||
| Well, guess what? He's the real magician—the master of making things disappear! | ||
| The president actually went to the workshop? | ||
| He's there to help "Chamfer" and "Eccentric" test their new invention. | ||
| Wonder if he's asking for some kind of clue analyzer machine? | ||
| Nah, the president always says his detective brain is the best analyzer there is. | ||
| I've been thinking, when this case hits the school paper headline, maybe we need a catchy Detective Club motto. | ||
| Like, "We didn't trample the flowerbed, the real culprit did." How about that? | ||
| I never thought "Pistil" would actually ask me to be her dance partner for Dance Club. Honestly, I'd rather stand on my head than dance. | ||
| It's great for training reaction speed and poise, you know! | ||
| Next time we investigate, try throwing in a waltz step or two, might even throw the culprit off! | ||
| Well... I guess I agree with "Pistil." Grace and quick reflexes—sounds like the real detective skills to me! | ||
| I walked past "Tyrant's" office today and caught a glimpse of him sighing over a magazine. | ||
| You sure he wasn't sighing over his Latin test? | ||
| I thought everyone knew "Tyrant's" photography kept getting rejected. Was that not common knowledge? | ||
| Feels like it's been a while since I saw Mr. Boar at the Detective Club. | ||
| He's been hanging out at "Vesper Bell's" place a lot lately. | ||
| I even saw him yesterday, all curled up in "Vesper Bell's" lap, eating a cookie, looking way more comfortable than ever! | ||
| When did the President learn to spot mutually confirming events? I'm impressed! | ||
| I suspect he picked up some tricks from the former president's notes. | ||
| Probably those kinds of flash-of-genius moves that look accidental but are totally planned. | ||
| Looks like we'll not only have cases to solve, but the president's hidden skills to uncover too! | ||
| Why do I get the feeling "Swan" is especially nice to Mr. Boar? | ||
| She said Mr. Boar is one of the few truly gifted performances on campus. | ||
| What's "Turpentine" being so secretive about? Why isn't he helping with the case? | ||
| He offered to give a lecture on criminal profiling for the club. He said profiling is key to understanding a suspect's mind, like a detective's sixth sense. |
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| Finally, someone's teaching me how to read suspects! | ||
| That's great! I hope I can profile the exact person who keeps bringing mud into the club. | ||