Chapter 114 (2/2)

It was really unusual for Kyle to miss something as he was a person who calculated at least five or six numbers at once. Had it not been for his injury, he would not have handed over the chip containing this information to Penelope.

“Phew… what the hell is going on.”

The recording lasted about fifteen hours exactly two days ago, from 1:00 p.m. to 5:00 a.m. the next day. Everything that happened in the mana operating room was shocking in itself, but there was something else that surprised Penelope the most.

It was a record of around three o’clock in the morning.

“I was a little worried if I could come back up, but fortunately you came.”

The screen was dark, but judging from the rough silhouette, Penelope could tell what the situation was.

“Good. It would have been pretty difficult if Miss Noah hadn’t come down.”

Almost at the same time as when Kyle spoke, the screen glowed a subtle orange. Penelope  could glimpse a hair with the color apricot. There was only one woman she knew with such unusual hair. Eleonora Asil.

“Have you had dinner?”

“…You’re asking me if I had dinner in this situation?”

“Are you hurt? I was worried!”

Penelope assumed the conversation wasn’t between Kyle and Eleonora. There was no way it could be, she thought. Eleonora Asil had fifteen previous convictions. After adding the latest case, she became a violent criminal with sixteen convictions. Furthermore, Kyle Leonard was her exclusive investigator.

I can’t believe they’re in a relationship like that…

However, it is difficult to quench her doubts. Why did Kyle have to be next to Eleonora when she wrote a letter of apology in the first place? For several days, it was only the two of them in a closed interrogation room.

When Penelope attempted to call him, his boss’s voice over the phone was as cold as usual, but…

Penelope frowned and fidgeted with the recorder. Unbeknownst to Kyle, she had put a small recorder under the desk in the interrogation room where Eleonora was being questioned. Of course, she would be dead lest she is caught, but there was something suspicious about their conversation that she had to take the risk.

“Miss Noah, what was your original hair color?”

“It was brown.”

Penelope’s face clouded with doubt, but even more so, with embarrassment. “Why would you talk like this?”