I have a single daughter」
「What is her name?」
「She is called Colette」
「What about blood relatives or close family members other than her?」
「I left my hometown with my husband, which was similar to running away, and from then on it was a state of isolation from my house. 3 years ago, due to a disease, my husband……..」
(So there was reason like that for Colette not having a relative other than her mother)
The purpose of the questioning was for comparing and adjusting the knowledge of the original work.
Clara was getting baffled by listening to him asking questions about her circumstances which had nothing to do with her punishment, but Kazuki paid no heed to that and persistently continued to interrogate her.
「The age of your daughter is?」
「She becomes 9 this year」
「Do you have any experience in martial arts or using any magic?」
「No, things like that in particular……..」
The time it took was a few minutes. Kazuki indifferently repeated the questions. The outcome was rather good.
All the information obtained from Clara was consistent with Kazuki’s. With this, all the information that could be obtained at this stage was present and he was able to decide on what to do hereafter.
「That’s it. Well then」
「Wait for a moment please」
Clara pleaded for Kazuki, who was about to leave, to halt.
「……..What?」
「If I die, then my daughter………Colette will be all alone. At that age, she wouldn’t even be able to survive if she is left alone……..」
Clara tells that while shedding tears.
「Therefore, after my death, please take care of my daughter! That girl has done no wrong. Please, please I beg you…….! 」
Instead of worrying about her own life, she, who was anxious about the future of her child, begged while grovelling and bowing her head, to the one whom she should hate to the core, who was similar to a person falsely accusing her.
If it was the real Harold, he might have ridiculed and laughed at that appearance.
But Kazuki was different. He could currently sense the unconditional love from a mother to a daughter, from Clara.
Kazuki couldn’t laugh at the mother who was begging for the happiness of her daughter, instead of worrying about her own life. He now held the conviction that she was an existence that was absolutely indispensable for Colette.
The likes of killing such a person was improbable.