>Of course there were still questions that needed to be answered.
>how long had Blobtsukai-san been a Maho Tuskai?
>Where did he get such knowledge in the first place?
>Why the hell would he call for people to come investigate his own crimes?
>And why were ALL the bodies dessicated? Even if the Yamuba had gained the power to drain chi, that would have taken time. It would have eaten hearts until then, or perhaps even continued to do so.
>As we sat around a tea pot, mulling over these questions, a memory stirred.
>There was another time when we "sovled" a case without getting all the answers.
>We never did find the Ninja that tricked the teahouse girl into druging me, nor find out why the hell they would even do that to begin with.
>The Mantis snorted, insisting that there were bound to be times things like that happened.
>The Monkey, more politely, agreed that I was overthinking things.
>Naomi just blushed at the memory.
>meanwhile the Kitsuki was practically chewing on the end of his fan, and staring at nothing.
>I knew his manarisms enough that I could spot when he was thinking, and he was thinking as hard as I'd ever seen right now.
>In the end, we did find two scrolls bearing maho on them.
>One for the ritual to summon an Oni, and the other for calling forth the undead.
>nothing to explain the unnatural desiccation.
>We reluctantly concluded that Blobtuskai-san called for Emerald Magistrates as an alabi, a way to preemptively clear himself of any suspicion in this mater.
>Long ago, when he was still a Yoriki himself, he had caught the man who would become boss of the gang.
>Blobtuskai-san made the boss an offer. I let you go, you give me intel on the gangs.
>And so the corupt Yoriki rose to prominence with the help of his inside man. He bacome the magistrate, and used the powers of his office to remove the former leaders of the gang, placing his pawn in charge.
>he then cracked down on all the rival gangs, until only one gang ruled all the vice in the city.
