"It's unfortunate," another lady at the same table replied, shaking her head with a hint of disdain while cradling her cup. "Criminals these days are so uninteresting—utterly repetitive."
The treasure chest Fischl discovered wasn't far, in between two small pyro braziers. It was a Common wooden chest, lower in value than the exquisite ones.
A voice called out to Tsuna, prompting him to turn his head and see a silver-haired girl with a longer strand of hair on her left side, tapping her chin thoughtfully as she leaned forward and blinked her eyes.
Watching his expression, Kiriko struggled for a while, biting her lower lip, then said, "O-Only my hand! I will only use my hand! No more than that, okay?"