The pressure in the room intensified.

"At present, Investigator Ursay is not in a condition to carry out a normal mission for 121. We are in a situation where it is uncertain whether other missions are feasible, let alone one related to 121," the investigator explained calmly, without a hint of despair.

"If you don't want to lose the one and only successor, you should consider giving up this task," warned the commanding officer.

"Are you trying to negotiate?"

"No. Even under normal physical conditions, success in a mission related to 121 is far from guaranteed."

Only then did the tension in the investigator's shoulders slightly ease.

"As the head of the investigation agency, it is my duty to prevent my subordinates from dying needlessly," said the investigator, staring straight at Representative Urseau. And Urseau looked back at him just as directly.

"Is it just because of that reason?"

"Normally, I wouldn't have sent an investigator who is unfit for the task. But this case is different."

It was a congressional order, but the selection for this mission was not entirely bad.

If it weren't for Leila and Arcangelo, one or both of them would have come back dead.

"If Arcangelo had not been there, they wouldn't have been able to buy time until Leila arrived. And if Leila hadn't been there, they wouldn't have been able to quickly figure out how to save Arcangelo's life."

In the end, it was because the two of them were there that they could save each other's lives.

"So, is the only problem Arcangelo's instability?" asked Representative Ursay, seeming to accept the investigator's reasoning.

But the hand on the investigator's shoulder did not let go.

“Then shall we send Detective Cassilia with us?”

Robert blinked.

"I expected as much."

He anticipated that Congressman Urseau would not give up on completing this task with Arcangelo, and knew he would use Leila for it.

"We have to accept it."

This is coercion.

If we don't comply, Congressman Urseau will use other means to investigate the case.

"Well, what can I do? I'm sorry."

That's right.

But there was still someone who bothered him.

"Inspector Cassilia's body is not in normal condition either. She is constantly losing energy, and she can't be the same as usual."

"Chief Inspector, is it my proposal?"

"You never know what will happen if you are casually assigned to a mission. Isn't it just as difficult if Inspector Cassilia dies?"

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Congressman Urseau's brow furrowed even more, revealing his sour mood.

"Then, how about giving her a light task to keep her combat skills sharp? After all, the maker of 121 won't show up for a while."

He offered a compromise.

'This is probably the best option.'

And he will not yield any further. The fact that he appeared before him in the first place was evidence of his anxiety.

"First, let's conduct a detailed examination. Checking her physical condition is a priority."

"Okay."

"If the results show that it's difficult to entrust the mission there, then we will start with a lighter task," said the speaker.

As it was related to health, Congressman Urseaui did not refuse.

He stood up as if he had finished saying everything.

"Remember, the creator of 121 must be caught by Arcangelo," the speaker emphasized.

Robert chuckled as he watched Congressman Urseau leave as he pleased, just as he had done when he arrived.

"He doesn't even bother to hide the connection. But then again, I already know. You can't meddle without concrete evidence," he thought to himself.

The diagnosis was already certain. He had just skimmed through the analysis of 121, which Arcangelo had just received.

"I don't know when the antidote will be created, but can Arcangelo Urusei really stay here until then?" he pondered.

Robert didn't dislike Arcangelo. He did his job well and didn't cause any major problems.

"So far, that is," he added.

What was written on the document he held was that injecting 121 with the wave of a wolf-like person resulted in a stronger reaction than injecting it with the waves of other individuals.

Robert couldn't accept anyone who would cover up an incident for their own benefit, even if they were heirs to a famous family.

"I only feel sorry for Leila," he said.

His cold face crumbled as he thought of her.

"How can I really make up for this crime? I brought her here and just kept giving her trouble," he lamented.

He could understand why her family, unlike when they were younger, now despised him. How could anyone see someone who uses them like this in a good light?

Perhaps Robert would never be forgiven for his actions.

"But I have to do it," he said.

He looked at his hands, which appeared clean, but looked like they were covered in mud.

It was evidence of a crime that would not disappear.

* * *

"It's truly uncomfortable," Leila murmured as she stared out the car window, crossing her legs tightly. On the opposite side, Arcangelo sat gazing out the other window.

She squeezed her eyes shut.

"We've barely spoken for two days! And when I do, he only gives me short, curt answers."

Since breakfast that morning, they hadn't exchanged any conversation.

"It's such a beautiful day..." Leila trailed off, her words falling flat. She blushed every time their hands touched, attempting to inject some energy into the air.

He seemed oblivious.

"At least nothing has happened in these two days. He hasn't collapsed or had any seizures," she thought, casting a sidelong glance at Arcangelo. He appeared the same as always, and she couldn't believe he was still addicted.

"Yawn..."

On the other hand, Leila felt like she was sleeping more than usual, struggling to keep her eyes open during the day. Her exhaustion was becoming more noticeable.

To anyone watching, they would have thought it was Leila who was addicted, not him.

"We're almost there," the driver interrupted with a short yawn. Leila looked apologetic.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"It's alright," Arcangelo replied, still not even glancing in her direction as she spoke with the driver.

"Someone might think he's angry," Leila thought with a sigh. "It might be better if he were."

Two days had passed.

Arcangelo Urseau was conscious of Leila Cassilia.

Perhaps, as a woman.