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Garfiel:  "This is…" Wiping the sweat on his brow, Garfiel grimaced at the disagreeable scent. Garfiel did not like this place. Better put, he hated it. The pungent scent hovering in its environs was akin to a mortal enemy to his sensitive nose, but the largest reason was the purpose of the facility’s existence. —The Ryuzu Meyer replication facility. That was the white building’s role.
human
Garfiel:  "Why would the old hag come here…? She hates this place as much as I do, damn it." Muttering curses as he entered the building, Garfiel squinted in its dimly lit interior. Garfiel had met with the replicas at Shima’s cabin to receive their reports as Eyes. The replicas lurking in every corner of the forest bore the duty of being Eyes, observing the Sanctuary to find intruders from the outside or anomalies that might occur within. When he made proactive use of his rights as an Apostle of Greed, it was usually for that. Ryuzu and Shima laughed it off, but in actuality, the Eyes had been very useful. On the first day that Subaru and the others had visited the Sanctuary, it was thanks to them that he’d been able to capture the group so quickly after they’d crossed the barrier. Finding out that Shima was at the facility right then was another result of their work. The Eyes had not spotted Shima. But that meant by implication that Shima had gone to a place where no replica was on duty. That strongly pointed to the facility and its surroundings. Of course, he’d made the replicas continue the search, but—
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Garfiel:  "—It’s open. So this is the place." Having arrived at the spacious room in the back of the facility, Garfiel clicked his tongue in certainty. At the tip of his gaze was where a white wall ought to have been—but the entrance to the hidden room behind it was wide open. Garfiel pretty much dragged himself there only once in several months to a year’s time—to pick up a new replica created from the device within the chamber. And only those with the same status as Garfiel bore could enter that place. —For the conditions to enter were twofold: to bear a crystal and to be an Apostle of Greed. Garfiel knew of only one person beyond himself who could possibly fit those two conditions.
human
Garfiel:  "Old hag! Are ya here?! Can ya hear my voice? !" Shouting loudly, Garfiel advanced to the back of the chamber with ragged-sounding footsteps. He was halfway certain. He was being lured there.