“…There shouldn’t be much to the whydunit this time, right?” She said, holding a bottle of wine in one hand.

It was a half-filled magnum wine bottle. She had already drank three whole bottles of this, but besides the slight flush on her cheeks, she remained unaffected, like she could down a thousand more. Though she was a Servant, this woman had probably been capable of this when she was alive as well. The look in her slightly tipsy eyes seemed to give that impression.

She pointed one of her supple fingers at her Master.

“It doesn’t take any reasoning for that gloomy Lord to figure out that you’re the culprit.”

“Doesn’t the information given to you about the modern world contain flashbacks? It’s a technique used often in Columbo.”

“I don’t care. I’ve never liked stories like the Illiad. Alcohol is all I need.” As she said this, Faker took another sip of wine. “You are kind of like that, though. Like those modern machine things.”

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