Not a warm welcome

The room of Beatrice and Chise. Beatrice, she's doing something at the table. Suddenly, Chise bursts into the room and starts rummaging through his things, sweeping everything in different directions. This hinders Beatrice, and she is brought to the end by a discarded bag with something heavy that knocks all the tools off the table. She can't stand it and asks in a raised tone.

"Miss Chise, would you mind looking a little quieter!?

Chise, still rummaging, answers.

— Of course, just now, I need speed, not accuracy.

— What are you even looking for? — Beatrice asks, picking up the tools.

— A scroll that describes diseases and how to cure them, such a small one is wrapped in another scroll, have you seen it? — Chise says.

— No, but why do you need it, is someone sick? — Beatrice is sorting through the scattered things.

— Yes, Glory has head case, so I'm looking for a scroll, and if it doesn't help, then I'll have to cut it down. — Chise says, rummaging through Beatrice's nightstand.

— The head!? Or maybe you should go to the doctor first, consult. — Beatrice muttered.

Chise, taking out some kind of box with a light bulb at the top, says

— Hmm... You can do that, but what is this thing?

— Wait, don't touch it...

Chise presses the button and a bright flash occurs.

Garage. Steve and Glory are talking about something important. The latter is more active.

— That's why, if the birds fly low, it will rain.

— Wait, wait, so your only argument for why birds relate to rain is because your grandmother told you? — Steve doubts.

Svyat scratched his head.

— Well, uh... Anyway... yes.

Steve sighed and lit a cigarette. The saint frowned.

— You should stop smoking.

— And why is that? Are you going to talk about harmfulness too? — Steve asked.

— No, you just stink and the garage stinks, and you can burn it with a hangover. — Glory was telling.

— And what do you suggest? — the mechanic asks, taking out a whole pack.

— Let's share it.

Shortly before that, in control. Ange and Dorothy were in the room with them were "7", Dollishop, the colonel and "L".

The leader started talking while lighting a cigar.

— Sudden death will cause a catastrophe in the royal family and it is not yet known how it will affect it. But now the main thing is that this does not leak to the people, otherwise another revolution will only hinder us.

Dorothy looked at Ange as she continued to listen intently. "L" continued.

— Well, do not forget that if we are discovered... however, you already know this. And about your boy...

The colonel interrupts and hits the table.

— It's time to neutralize it long ago! How many more such antics can you tolerate!?

"7" stands up for the kid.

— It was said that it was an isolated seizure.

— That's right, an seizure! And how many more will there be? It's good that the chamberlain got under the distribution, but no one is worse. — The colonel did not stop.

Dollishop is also sitting on the sidelines.

— I think we should send him for examination and cure.

— Well, will they cure him and what? He will continue to create s...

Dorothy interrupts the Colonel.

— We will take him away ourselves and do everything possible to prevent this from happening again.

"L" stubbed out his cigar and said.

— Well, this will be your goal today and if you have the opportunity, find out more information and the reason for this attack.

After that, Ange and Dorothy went to the academy in rainy weather. When she drove into the garage and saw Saint and Steve, Dorothy said.

— Glory, congratulations, you're going to see a psychologist. Get dressed decently, we'll pick up Chise and go straight away.

Steve with a sarcastic smile.

— Uh-huh... did you think that a stowaway has problems receiving information, should I give you a yellow ticket now or at the exit?

— Keep it for yourself. — Svyat throws away the piece of paper that Steve was holding out.

The mechanic's face changed dramatically.

— This is the address, noodle.

Dorothy, Ange, Chise and Svyat went to the city. Arriving at the place and climbing to the right floor, Ange leaves everyone in the old wooden house and goes somewhere.

Everyone else comes into the room. Grandpa was sitting in it in a suit, on a comfortable sofa. Dorothy asked about the session, to which the doctor replied.

— Let the boy pass, and I'll ask you to wait outside the door.

The girls went out, leaving the Old Man and Glory alone.

The old man began to rummage in the table and muttered something.

— So you say, what's your name?

The saint was uncomfortable.

— well... What are you doing? Everything that happens with psychologists remains between the visitors and the psychologists themselves. The Old Man continued.

Svyat relaxed his shoulders and answered a little tensely.

— Svyatoslav Ivanovich Koval.

The Doctor was surprised.

— Is he a foreigner? — The old man began to examine some paper. — I love foreigners.

The old man's face changed dramatically. He tensely offered to sit down and have a cup of tea. Svyat didn't say anything, but then he agreed anyway.

Meanwhile, Ange, with the help of a key ball, went to the old man's house. Entering through the window, Ange began checking cabinets and other furniture. Moving to the table, she noticed a strange pull-out shelf with some kind of hole in the bottom. With the help of a lock pick, she was able to open the double bottom, there was some kind of notebook there, she began to read it.

The old man, interrupting some strange key in his hands, asked the Saint about household things while he was drinking tea. The Doctor subtly slowed down the pace of his speech and suddenly asked.

— By the way, how is your mother doing there?

Svyat choked and stuttered.

— Ma-ma-mother? Glory put his hand to his head.

— Yes, yes, that's the one... who died because of you... The old man changed his tone to a rude one.

Svyat dropped the cup and already clutched his head with both hands.

Ange, flipping through the pages of her notebook, stumbled upon something and abruptly ran out towards the doctor's office.

Dorothy and Chisa were bored in the hallway, the latter was doing something similar to a crossword puzzle. Chise asked Dorothy.

— A statue in the desert, similar to... A cat? Six letters horizontally.

Dorothy sighed.

— The Sphinx.

—With a "i" or "y"?" asked Chise.

At that moment, a scream was heard from the door. The girls abruptly kicked down the door. In the room, the Saint knocked down the doctor. Chise and Dorothy immediately pulled it off. Dorothy was asking loudly.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Holy also, even louder.

— This devil killed my mother!

The old man just laughed and spoke maliciously.

— So you don't know everything?

Chise is holding a katana to the old man's throat.

"Doesn't know what?"

Ange abruptly flew into the room and shouted.

— Glory, get away from him quickly!

Dorothy couldn't stand it.

— Yes, explain calmly what is happening here.

— This is Ryan Lambert, a man who uses people as weapons for his own purposes. Ange was telling me.

— Well, at least someone found it, because you know, in your old age it's getting harder to hide everything. The old man was saying sarcastically.

Chise pressed the handle against the old man's throat.

Dorothy asked.

— So he forced them to work for him?

— Hypnotized. Ange corrected.

Dorothy threatened the old man.

— Let's treat it, otherwise.

— Yes, I am, it's just not every day that so many girls come to me. — the old man did not hide it.

The Doctor sat down in front of the Saint and began to mutter something and with the help of a watch caused the Saint a sharp headache. The old man is done. The girls helped the Saint up and asked about his well-being and he answered.

— Im ok.

And he immediately punched the old man in the nose, from which he fell and said as he left.

— Pack him up and let's get out of here.

The rain did not stop. At the academy, everyone was minding their own business, but they were worried about the Saint's condition. Ange was the most active of all and was looking for him, but the boy was neither in the room nor in the garage. Ange decided to check out the place, she sometimes talked to Charlotte somewhere. And he was looking at the notebook, despite the rain, Ange wanted to ask.

— You're all ri...

— No one killed my mother... — The Holy One expressed himself unemotionally.

— Well, that's good, isn't it? Ange asked.

— Maybe so, but I found out that I didn't run away anywhere...

Ange said nothing.

— I was sold... For 29.5 pounds. This decrepit old man, who kept me awake at night and forced me to plow during the day, it's true that I ran away from him. And after that, I want to ask, is it necessary to keep going, since no one needs it?

Ange put her hand on the Saint's shoulder and calmly replied.

— We need you.

The saint turned and sighed.

— For the time being...