Tantei wa Mou, Shindeiru - Volume 7 - Chapter 2.7

 Eden’s messenger

When the sun had descended another thirty degrees…

“How pretty! It’s like we’re in a movie!”

From the little boat that was sailing down the river, the townscape seemed to be dissolving into the sunset. Drinking in the view, Nagisa gave a blissful sigh. After relaxing in our hotel room for a bit, the detectives and I had decided to see the sights of Paris on a cruise down the Seine.

The excursion wouldn’t quite take an hour, and we’d be able to see the Eiffel Tower and the Pont Alexandre III from the water. However, due to a certain situation, the tour was due to be discontinued soon, and we’d just barely gotten to enjoy this cinematic scenery.

“I’ve been through so much that could have been straight out of a movie—I’m sort of sick of it,” Siesta mused. She stood on the deck with us, a wine glass full of juice in one hand. As she’d said, we’d starred in all sorts of movies, from spy-action flicks to science fiction B movies, and of course detective films.

“The only genre that never showed up was romance.”

“True. That might have been the leading actor’s fault, though.”

Both Nagisa and Siesta gave me significant looks.

“Not fair.” That seemed the best moment to lodge a complaint as I drank my wine. Its astringent taste made my mouth sting a bit; like coffee, the flavor had a surprising depth to it.

“You’re all quite grown-up, aren’t you?” Noel murmured, gazing at us. She was the one who’d arranged this exclusive tour. “It’s clear that you’ve experienced many things I couldn’t even imagine, gotten through them, and formed a special relationship only the three of you can understand.”

The three of us looked at each other. We were all wearing different expressions. Siesta’s was prim, but there was pride there as well. Although Nagisa appeared satisfied, her smile wasn’t entirely joyful… I wondered what my face looked like to them.

“I wonder what your relationship would be called in Japanese. I don’t think it’s a ‘three-way standoff’… Oh! A ‘love triangle.’”

“Let’s get down to business.” Blocking out the ominous phrase Noel had just dropped, I turned to look at the other individual who was present. “You really won’t excuse yourself from tomorrow’s ceremony, Bruno?”

The old gentleman was standing a little apart from our group, wine glass in hand, gazing out over the river. Noel had called him here as well.

“Yes. You know I mustn’t make you stand on the battlefield while I sit reading in the shade.” As we’d heard earlier, Bruno meant to prioritize his own mission. “If I yield to the enemy now, I’ll disgrace the name of justice. I will not submit to any threat.”

“Grandfather…” Noel gave Bruno a concerned look.

“There’s no need to worry. Besides, if the messenger from Another Eden is targeting the Federation Government, then even you are in danger, Noel. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, but…the enemy has singled you out by name, Grandfather. I think you should be extremely cautious, and that finding out why they did that is an urgent matter.”

Bruno and Noel’s worry for each other was putting them in conflict, but no compromise presented itself.

“I think Noel has a point, though.” Nagisa broke into their conversation. “Why would the messenger from Another Eden be after Bruno in particular? He isn’t the only one who’s working with the Federation Government.”

She was right. If they were after people who were working with the government and trying to shut down the unknown crisis, the two detectives fit the description as well.

“In the first place, I really doubt your letter was sent by Another Eden’s messenger,” Bruno said, overturning our premise. “I hear they’ve never tried to contact the Federation Government by mail. Am I right, Noel?”

“…Yes. In simple terms, they use ‘signals’—in the electrical engineering sense—to send their messages to electronic terminals in a language we can understand. But no matter how we try, we haven’t been able to analyze that program.”

This was giving me a headache, but basically, they couldn’t trace the source of Another Eden’s transmissions through their logs. Come to think of it, I’d heard something about that earlier… At any rate, the residents of Another Eden had some seriously unfamiliar technology.

“Then the letter was sent by someone completely different.” Siesta might have assumed there was a good chance of that all along; she nodded, seeming convinced.

“Yes. However, it doesn’t matter who is targeting me. Even after the Great Cataclysm, I haven’t let my guard down in the slightest. The light of justice has never been extinguished. No matter what enormous evil presents itself, I’ll intercept it,” Bruno said, gazing out at the majestic river. Several wild birds flew across the water.

“It looks like rain,” Siesta said casually, without even glancing at the sky.

“Rain? The clouds don’t look that thick.”

“Did you see how close those birds were to the river’s surface? They were after the bugs; humidity weighs insects down.”

Siesta’s instincts were based in analysis, and they were usually right. If it was going to rain, it might be a good idea to finish the tour early.

“And my old wound is hurting a little.” Siesta pressed a hand to the left side of her chest.

Right after I’d focused on her gesture, it happened.

Something else arrived before the rain did.

“—Why can you not comprehend our demand?”

The source of the voice was several meters above our heads, on the boat’s mast. Even though there was practically nothing to use as a foothold, a figure in a crow mask and a red robe was standing up there.

“Kimihiko, that’s…”

“…Yeah. Let’s back up.”

Realizing more or less what this was, Nagisa and I backed away.

“Federation Government Tuners Respond.”

The thing twisted its head ninety degrees. Its voice sounded mechanical, but it was capable of communicating verbally.

“Who are you?” Siesta raised her musket. She wasn’t shaken or anxious. She meant to carry out her role, just as she’d always done. However, Bruno gently held up a hand in front of her, telling her to stand down.

“Are you the messenger from Another Eden?” he asked the masked figure, as calmly as he could.

“There is no meaning in your name for us.” That sounded like a “yes.” And then… “We only want the world’s secret.”

This messenger from an unknown world was attempting to negotiate with us in a language we’d understand. “The world’s secret” had to be what they were demanding from the Federation Government. However…

“You aren’t giving us enough information.” Noel took a step forward. “The Federation Government isn’t rejecting you outright. We simply don’t know what you mean by ‘the world’s secret.’ That leaves us with no way to negotiate.”

“Why?” The crow-mask bent its neck in the opposite direction. “Why don’t you comprehend? Why did you forget?”

The next instant, an unpleasant sound like broken-up static ran through my inner ears. My hands came up to cover them, and I squeezed my eyes shut. When I opened them again, the surface of the water around the boat was littered with dead fish and birds.

“Noel, get back.” Siesta stepped in front of her, pointing her musket at the thing in the crow mask. “What do you mean, ‘we forgot’? Maybe we never knew.”

“Just try and shoot.”

Siesta scowled, but she pulled the trigger. The bullet moved too fast to be seen, but just before it reached its target, it stopped—and abruptly disappeared. It was as if it had been sucked through a dimensional crack.

“Negotiations are canceled.”

With that mechanical declaration, the denizen of Eden turned to go.

“Wait,” Siesta said sharply.

The next thing I knew, a few scattered drops of rain had begun to fall.

“Tell your companions that, as things stand, your request will not be granted. Tell them to consider their own goals first, then tell us what they are.”

She wasn’t holding her gun at the ready anymore.

However, the detective’s words were more relentless and passionate than any weapon. “We aren’t currently fighting in the same ring, and we haven’t arrived at the same negotiation table. If you still try to hurt this world or my companions, I’ll ignore the rule of nonaggression. I will march into Eden or hell, and I will fight. I swear it.”

The crow mask’s big, black, hollow eyes were fixed on Siesta. However, no words issued from its large beak.