﻿\setgamedatatitle("The Inner Workings of Lusario 3")

\text("El")
...How am I supposed to report this to Lady Tiela...?

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After finishing her work in Farta, El trudged toward the
royal palace.
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\text("El")
There hasn't been a kidnapping here in a while...

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In Lusario, children sometimes go missing.

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Last night, three children were abducted in Farta.
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\text("El")
The way they sneak into houses at night, and then escape
into the forest... it's always the same...
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\text("El")
And how we lose track of them after that... it's always the
same too...
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\text("El")
Mmm... Even though we've increased lookouts and patrols in
the forest because of the Demon Lord's army... why can't we
find them?
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\text("El")
Hmm...?
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...
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\text("Tiela")
I see... This time it was in Farta... And again, there are
no clues?
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\text("El")
Yes, I'm sorry...
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With no answers, El reported to Tiela.

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Just as she expected, Tiela looked as if it were her own
problem, her expression full of sadness, making even El
lower her gaze.
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In contrast to Tiela, Rudol remained calm.

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\text("Rudol")
It can't be helped. If someone took advantage of the unrest
caused by the Demon Lord's army...

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\text("El")
Mmm...
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\text("Rudol")
Is something wrong, El-dono?
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\text("El")
...Nothing's wrong!
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\text("Rudol")
Hmm... Well then, I'll take my leave. Excuse me, Lady Tiela.

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\text("El")
Grrr...!
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\text("Tiela")
El, what's wrong?
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\text("El")
I really don't like Lord Rudol! What's with that guy!?

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As soon as Rudol left, El started to growl.
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\text("El")
The children were kidnapped, you know!? And he acts like
it's none of his business!
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\text("Tiela")
Maybe... he just doesn't show his emotions?

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\text("El")
Ughhh... Lady Tiela, you're way too nice to him...

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The fact that Rudol holds the position of chancellor. The
fact that he's always by Tiela's side.
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To put it simply, El couldn't stand anything about that
man―his thoughts, his words, his actions, even his looks and
his voice.
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He's the only one I can't trust. My woman's intuition tells
me so.
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\text("Tiela")
Rudol is the kind one. He's always looking out for me, even
though I'm like this.

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\text("El")
Ugh. But I still don't like him.
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Just before leaving the room, Rudol looked at Tiela.

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You could never tell what he was thinking. But his gaze
clung to her, wrapping around her.

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It wasn't just today.
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El hated that look he sometimes gave Tiela more than
anything.
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