In an alleyway in the south of the Fleaparra.
　I come to a gray, run-down-looking shop.
　The empty signboard makes me wonder if business is really going on here.

　However, this kind of store may be the best place to run an information shop.

　How I came to find this shop was mainly by asking around.
　The Fleaparra isn't exactly a safe place.
　If you hang around in the back alleys, you'll run into some very unflattering characters.
　I used the information I got from them and used my "wisdom" to arrive at this shop.

　Are you sure this is an informant?　I opened the door of the shop, feeling uneasy.

　From the back of the store I could hear the conversation.
　I can't hear the content of the conversation, but there seems to be more than two people in the store.

　The inside of the store is dimly lit, but there are miscellaneous items on the shelves that appear to be merchandise.
　I took one look at it and walked to the back of the store.

"I'm sorry, but that request is too abstract. You don't need an informant to help you out.

Can't you do something about that?　I'll pay you whatever you want.

　The one sitting in the aged chair is probably a woman .
　Her hat is so deep it's hard to see her true face, but her voice and body shape suggest she's not a man.

　The silver-haired man is desperately asking the woman for help.
　The man carries a sword at his waist and looks vaguely like his father.

That's ridiculous. Get out of here, we've got company.

　The woman lifted her hat in one hand and looked me in the eye.

"Huh. How unusual. A young guest. Or have you wandered in instead of being a guest?

No, I just came here for information.

Very well, then, I'll formally treat you as a guest. The interloper's gone.

　It sounds like this woman is our informant.
　Then this silver-haired man was a customer.
　From what I heard earlier, the information he was requesting was out of the woman's control, so he wasn't already being treated as a customer?

　I was told by the lady to leave, but the man didn't move.
　He looked at me and then stood still .

"Is ...... also ...... you are ...... the son of Saint Aden?

　Huh?
　Isn't this the same development that happened with Mr. Lloyd?

'Yes, but ......'

'Oh!　I knew it!

　The silver-haired man looks unbelievably happy.
　I'm pretty sure that's my dad.
　That's him.

That's good. Because he was asking for information about you. That's good that you've been found. ...... Well, for that matter, what information are you looking for?

　So she was looking for me.
　That would explain her reaction, but she's ignoring her informant and directing her words at me, her next customer.
　I'm glad the conversation is moving so quickly.

"I want to know as much information about the guild Nightmare as possible.

Well, I never thought I'd hear the word "nightmare" used. You're good.

From the looks of it, you seem to know what you're doing.

Of course. Who do you think I am?　I know most things about this town. Whatever it is. Now, I'm sorry to introduce myself. My name's Mare. It's nice to meet you.

My name is Revell. It's nice to meet you.

'So, what does Revell know about the Nightmare?　We'll start there.

　I told the mare what I know.

　The Nightmare is ostensibly an ordinary guild.
　There are two or more high-powered criminals in its ranks, and I have no idea what they're doing behind the scenes.
　And there's a possibility that the Nightmare is targeting my guild, Tempest.

I see, so you came to the informant to plan a countermeasure against the possibility of being targeted?

Yes, sir.

All right. Well, then I don't have a lot of information to give you. For one thing, I don't know if we're really a target. And if they were, I'll tell you what the Nightmare plan was.

'How can you know that kind of information at ......?'

Yeah, it's possible. Not satisfied?

No, that information would be of great help to me.



All right, let's go that way. You'll get 1,000 gold pieces.

A thousand?

Can't you pay?　Then let's just pretend this story never happened.

　I only have about 30 gold coins in my hand.
　970 left to go.
　That's going to take some time to make.

It's going to take a while, but I think I can pay.

Yeah. Then come back here when you're ready.

　It's just that we get paid in advance.
　But I can't afford to make any money right now.
　There's a problem: .......

"I'll pay you 1,000 gold pieces.

　It was a man with silver hair.

"Oh, are you sure?

Yeah, of course . You're Aden's son. And I was originally going to spend quite a bit of money to find you. It's a small price to pay for a thousand gold pieces.

Thank you. Thank you.

Just one thing, though, would you do me a favor?

No problem.

Yeah. Well, you should probably call me ...... or better yet, tell me who you are. Is it okay if I get my hands on Lex, the Swordsman?

''Are you serious, Kenshin ......?''

Yeah. I don't care if we win or lose. I'll pay you a thousand gold pieces for your help.