''Our baron has strict hands.'' His voice is a growling irritation as he fidgets with his Focii. ''All efforts are concentrated on expanding farms and constructing a new district in the northwestern area of our fair city. Eichenwald’s people have strong souls; they can handle being bored for a handful of years.''

''This isn’t what people want. Festivals aren’t a mere waste of money or ti-''
''I do not need to justify myself to you, child!'' His free hand slammed on his desk; Seyraphal flinched, Shigeko stepped closer, and you managed to keep your cool. What in the world? Why is he quick to anger? ''Leave at once, or this little case you’re making will find an actual tribunal with our ruler!''

''I am trying my best to keep some optimism in our shared faith, Master Belmont. If you leave me no choice, then I’ll have to inform the coming inquisitor about the tragedy of little Olin’s demise.'' You pause only long enough to point at the western road beyond the wall with your thumb. ''His spirit manifested at my house because my father opened a link to our Blessed Mother’s web. How could such a thing happen with this prominent connection right here in your church?''

Disbelief and horror quickly replaced Belmont’s anger. He sat, then rubbed his face a little too excessively. ''I tried to find him. Believe me-''
It’s your turn to interrupt. ''Olin’s situation will be properly investigated. My parents have the skills to create safe possession and replication of memories.'' You want to rub this failure in his face, but a softer approach is better here.
''He hasn’t delivered his message yet?'' He lets go of his Focii and grabs it again, creating a rhythm almost like a clock. Is that hope in his eyes?

''When did I imply he hadn’t? Writing is only one method of communication. You know how this works, don’t you?'' Shigeko and Seyraphal don’t, so you explain. ''My father can weaken reality’s hold in an area. My mother is trained to weaken her soul and allow the boy to inhabit her body temporarily, and she can transfer this memory with the help of a certain miracle of Father Sky. It is difficult for Olin’s spirit to communicate on its own; one should not take half-measures when it comes to determining guilt.'' That’s a mighty stretch of the truth because the boy hasn’t delivered anything substantial concerning him. Belmont doesn’t need to know.

''Shigeko, Seyraphal.'' He jolts after hearing you say that last name. ''Could you explain the general state of the Mamono village?''
The girls exchange a long, silent look. Your insect friend, looking downcast, prompts the taller Oni to speak.