A second murder shook the town of Cartesio. Clarisse's ambush plan ended with Katsuki Bakugou's death. Now what?
Nothing to be done other than continuing their life and watch what happens. After two weeks, after the deaths they have seen, it's hard to think there's a way out. The only option is to wait for the right chance to turn the tables and see a weak point in the Sergeant's plans -- and hopefully not see any murders.
The townspeople's attitude towards the tourists soured even more. The destruction of the church was much worse than anything they had seen so far, and they ran out of patience. People who in the past were nice and wanted nothing more than to make the tourists happy now aren't afraid of saying to their faces what's what. Random pedestrians shout at the visitors, telling them to stop being criminals. Although there are a few who have more patience than the rest, general opinion is clear:
The tourists are nuisances, to say the least.
In the lobby of the motel there's a few more brochures, and
the maps have been updated once again.
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[She's looking a little worried. IS THIS GHOSTS. IT'S STARTING TO SOUND LIKE GHOSTS.]
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[And here, Kino gives a wry smile.]
The people who lived there... all of them were just descendants of the elder's generation, which was a group of roaming criminals who had been exiled from their country. With nowhere else to go, they found this abandoned country and decided to live there themselves. But they didn't want their children to know their past, so they invented 800 years' worth of history, including made up ancestors and family trees.
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[Millium just looks... impressed.]
That's... some real impressive storytelling, actually. Keepin' just a few lies straight is crazy hard, but 800 years of history is... wow.
Guess they turned their lives around once they got there, huh?
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[No doubt to perpetuate the lie.]
It seems they decided everything that happened by whoever could shout it the loudest.
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[She nods in agreement.]
The elder seemed to regret it a bit, but the fact that it's a lie was going to die with her. Hopefully no one from the original civilization returns.
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