Effie changed her posture and leaned forward a little. Then, she smiled languidly while looking at Sunny.
"Perky young partner, huh? Well, I sure am perky… thanks for noticing, I guess… but young? I think you're younger than me?"
Sunny let out a heavy sigh and suppressed the desire to palm his face.
He stared the grinning woman in the eye and responded in a slightly disgruntled tone:
"Age is a relative. I might have been born a couple of years later than you, but have I lived less than you? At this point, even I am not sure. Among other things, I am living seven lives at the same time… does that mean that I am aging seven times faster? Who knows — I definitely don't. Point is, the Devil Detective is your counterpart's senior. So, treat me accordingly."
Effie's grin widened a little, and her eyes glistened.
"Alright, Big Brother!"
Sunny shuddered.
"No, no! None of that, never!"
She batted her eyelashes innocently, then leaned back and shrugged.
"Well, whatever. In any case, what is our next step?"
Sunny contemplated her question for a while. Eventually, he frowned.
"Our target is Mordret, the CEO of the Valor Group. Besides him, there are two secondary persons of interest — Saint and Morgan. Saint does not seem to remember herself, acting out the role assigned to her by the Great Mirror…"
That of his inordinately gorgeous therapist. Who talked!
Sunny remembered the bizarre experience of seeing — and hearing — the human version of Saint. Now that he had regained his sense of self, he did not know how to feel about that. It was fascinating, a little thrilling… but mostly, it felt completely and utterly wrong.
He cleared his throat, then continued:
"You… must not know a lot about Saint, but she can become an extremely valuable ally to us — as long as we manage to remind her of who she is. More importantly, she can help us gain access to Morgan."
His expression darkened.
"Saint is valuable, but Morgan… Morgan is priceless. What we lack the most at the second is information, and she seems to know a lot about what is going on — much more than we do, at least. However, getting to her won't be easy. That asylum is like an impenetrable fortress, built to prevent anyone from both getting in and getting out."
Sunny lingered for a moment, and then added somberly:
"As for Mordret… well, he is probably the most well-guarded person in Mirage City. We don't know whether he remembers himself or not — all we know is that he is somehow connected to the Nihilist case. "
Effie raised an eyebrow.
"Oh? Wait… before, the Devil Detective mentioned that he knew who the Nihilist was, and that he only needed concrete evidence to prove it. Don't tell me that he meant the most powerful person in the city?"
When Sunny remained silent, Effie's eyes widened.
"The young CEO of the Valor Group — Mordret, that creep — goes around gruesomely murdering people at night?"
Sunny sighed.
"The Devil Detective was sure that it was Mordret… but I am not. He had a reason to hate that guy, though."
Frowning, Sunny tried to parse through the vague, dreamlike memories of his counterpart. There were facts, there were emotions, there were thoughts and suspicions, all painted in dark hues by hatred, obsession, and insomnia.
After a while, he explained:
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