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Instead of Amamius, Erephir finds Beata, Gion, Garret, and Harold.
She looks them all over.
-- M, practically all the glorious Knights, minus Kilik and our secretary. Don't oversleep tomorrow's accolade, -- she informs them. -- Because technically, you're not Knights yet, and we need to fix that...
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— Heh, let him wander around, it's a special day. ) Is the Headmistress not here yet? Oh, I just remembered something. — Garret suddenly became serious. — She told me on the tour that some particularly brazen thief is operating, are you experiencing that too? — Who could it be, I wonder... Harold drawled.
— Ah, here she is, by the way.
She waves hello to Erephir, who has just arrived.
-- It's not someone from the students I personally brought to the library, because a book that everyone read was stolen. And it's not someone from the casino players, because no one there, except Matthias, bet large sums of their own money, and I trust Matthias. It's not the Mindjins, because they adhere to a certain code of honor; otherwise, they would have stripped all of Carneol bare long ago. From the remaining list of names... Maybe we can figure it out by elimination, if we even know this person, -- she presented her analysis, showing that none of those around had avoided the Knight's scrutinizing gaze.
-- ... I'll be back, guys.
"I said I'd be back by the end of the day. Maybe he went home? Somehow, that seems unlikely. Mmm, I don't like being kept waiting; I'm too impatient for that."
Skillfully hiding her caring concern from herself, Erephir checks Amamius's palace; if he's not there, she sighs and heads to Ideal.