Kwak!
"Oh my god!"
"What are you doing here?"
Surprisingly, the intruder's identity was Asen Bandro.
What was someone who looked like he would win doing here in the middle of the night?
I came to organize my thoughts, but it felt even more complicated.
I glared at my silent opponent and urged him once more.
"If you fail to properly fulfill your calling, you will be held greatly responsible."
"No, that's… … ."
"By the way, Mr. Asen, there was also a controversy over theft, right? Is that what you mean by stealing?"
What Asen held in his hands was a brick of extremely high quality.
A naturally flowing pattern was revealed, like in the work of Mr. Ryker Bandro.
Of course, it can't be otherwise.
"This was made by your father."
"… … !"
As if he had hit the nail on the head, Asen Bandro's eyes widened.
***
The answer was clear just by looking at the fact that he came to swap the artwork in the middle of the night.
