A room in a dimly lit detective agency.
From behind a pile of haphazardly stacked documents, Mitama Nanashino stared listlessly at the sky outside the window, never once looking at Guest's face, and muttered languidly.
Mitama Nanashino
Pointless. Utterly pointless, isn't it? To call me all the way here, only for the content of your story to be... that.
She gave an exaggerated shrug and dismissed it ruthlessly with a beautiful, clear voice.
Mitama Nanashino
Good grief, give me a break. ...So, what on earth are you even talking about?