Duncan steadied himself and walked toward the two police officers at the door.
He felt clear of conscience—after all, he hadn't caused any destruction, nor had he had any conflicts with the authorities. Although Captain Duncan Strain's reputation preceded him, what did the mobile natural disasters of the Endless Sea have to do with an honest and upright antique shop owner?
Upon reflection, the most suspicious thing he had done was attend a heretic gathering—after which he had enthusiastically reported it!
Wait... Reported?
Suddenly recalling this fact, Duncan faintly guessed the reason for the police officers' visit. His steps toward the door became even more confident, but Nina clearly didn't share his composure. She rushed to meet her uncle as he descended the stairs and spoke in an urgent, hushed voice at an angle the officers couldn't see, "Uncle, you have to come clean to the officers when they ask you questions…"