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... nterrogation proceeded peacefully and smoothly.
Our dear Marlok seemed utterly terrified of me and the mysterious black-clad figure, Zizek, who stood silently beside me, revealing only his eyes.
"So, you’re saying that you, along with other pleasure-seeking brats like yourself, ran around enjoying the nightlife under the leadership of Young master Somerset of the Grunewald clan?"
"W-well, it’s more about appreciating the finer arts rather than just—"
"Cut the crap ...
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