Rias closed her eyes, as if asking some higher power for patience.
Elisebeth dropped back onto the couch, crossed one leg over the other, and began typing. Her thumbs moved with terrifying speed as she searched all kinds of things she knew about Rias: old schools, old cities, old gaming events, hints Rias had once mentioned while tired, and tiny pieces of information that had seemed meaningless until this exact moment.
Nothing came up.
Rias relaxed slightly, but only for a moment.
Elisebeth paused, then slowly typed Rias' name and her mother's surname.
Rias' face changed.
"Elisebeth."
"Too late."
One result appeared, followed by another, and then enough of them to make Rias look as if she wanted the floor to open beneath her.
Elisebeth tapped the first link.
The room became silent except for the distant muffled noise of staff moving outside. As Elisebeth stared at her tablet, her expression went completely still.
