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conversations.value:  Being an ordinary spice, nutmeg wasn’t affected by detoxification magic. This method served the dual purpose of tricking Kato. "It will take time, but eventually, the toxins will build up and cause their organs to stop.” Those were the words he used to buy time from Kato. During that bought time, we’d arrived to interrogate him. As it turned out, his slip of the tongue had been intentional. He’d meant to lead us to Kato without breaking the curse placed on him. “Do not cross me, Achim. If you so much as speak a word of who I am or strike against me, your body will be engulfed in flames.” Despite being bound with this geas, Achim hadn’t feared death. He’d simply wanted to save his son. Though he had suspected, deep down, that his son was already dead, he had clung to hope, continuing to poison the dorm. Arnaud had caught him in the act and, after a quarrel, had been murdered by Achim.
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conversations.value:  “I’ve…killed the man who was like a second son to me.” Despite the conflict over who would inherit the business, Achim had thought of Arnaud like his own son. He deeply regretted his death. "That demon said he took my son, but he never said a word about keeping him alive, nor of returning him. In hindsight, it’s so obvious… My dear sons, my beloved wife, forgive me. I will be joining you soon…” Achim had been unwilling to remain dancing in the palm of the demon’s hand. He had the resolve and fury to strike back. “…but not without bringing him with me.”
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conversations.value:  And the rest was history. Achim had used his life to weaken Kato and left the rest to us. His crime was unforgivable, but I could sympathize somewhat, considering the situation. In the aftermath, it came to light that his son had indeed already been killed. Yet another victim of the demons. We informed the newspapers that the demon had been looking for ways to harm the capital without passing the barrier. Of course, we said nothing about the rebel forces. In the end, we’d proved the murder had nothing to do with the internal tensions between the rebel forces. Our investigation was at an end.
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