Beatrice and Chise's room.
Beatrice, she's doing something at the table. Suddenly, Chise abruptly bursts into the room and starts rummaging through his things, sweeping everything in different directions at the same time. This gets in Beatrice's way, and she ends up with a discarded bag containing something heavy that knocks all the tools off the table. She can't stand it and asks in a raised tone.
— Miss Chise, could you keep your search a little quieter!?
Chise, still rummaging, answers.
— Of course, only now I need speed for accuracy.
— What are you even looking for? — Beatrice asks, picking up her tools.
— A scroll that describes diseases and how to cure them, such a small one is wrapped in another scroll, have you seen it? — Chise speaking.
— No, but why do you need it, is someone sick? — Beatrice is sorting through the scattered things.
— Yes, Glory has problems with her head, so I'm looking for a scroll, and if it doesn't help, then I'll have to cut it down. — Chise says, rummaging through Beatrice's bedside table.
— The head!? Or maybe go to the doctor first, to consult. — Beatrice murmured.
Chise, taking out a box with a light bulb at the top, says
— Hmm...we can do that, but what is this thing?
— Wait, don't touch it...
Chise presses the button and a bright flash occurs.
Garage.
Steve and Glory are talking about something important. The latter is more active.
— That's why if the birds fly low, it will rain.
— Wait, wait, so your only argument for why birds relate to rain is because your grandmother told you? — Steve was doubtful.
Svyat scratched his head.
— Well, uh... yes.
Steve sighed and lit a cigarette. The saint frowned.
— You should stop smoking.
— And why is that? Are you going to talk about harmfulness too? — Steve asked.
— No, you just stink, and the garage stinks, and you can burn it if you're hungover. — Glory was telling.
— And what do you suggest? — the mechanic asks, taking out a whole pack.
— Come on, share it.
Shortly before that, in control.
Ange and Dorothy were in the office with "7", Dollishop, the colonel and "L".
The leader started talking while lighting a cigar.
— Sudden death will cause a catastrophe in the royal family and it is not yet known how it will affect it. But now the main thing is that this does not leak to the people, otherwise another revolution will only hinder us.
Dorothy looked at Ange as she continued to listen intently. "L" continued.
— Well, do not forget that if we are discovered... however, you already know this. And about your friend...
The colonel interrupts and hits the table.
— It's time to neutralize it long ago! How many more of these antics can you tolerate!?
"7" stands up for the kid.
— It was said that it was a single attack.
— That's right, an attack! And how many more will there be? It's good that the chamberlain got under the distribution, but no one is worse. — the colonel did not stop.
Dollishop is also sitting on the sidelines.
— I think we should send him for an examination and treat him.
— Well, will they cure him and what? Will continue to create f...
Dorothy interrupts the Colonel.
— We will take him away ourselves and do everything possible to prevent this from happening again.
"L" stubbed out his cigar and said.
— Okay, that will be your goal today, and if possible, find out more information and the cause of this attack.
After that, Ange and Dorothy went to the academy in rainy weather. When Dorothy drove into the garage and saw the Saint and Steve, she said.
— Glory, congratulations, you're going to see a psychologist. Get dressed properly, we'll pick up Chise and leave right away.
Steve with a sarcastic smile.
— Uh-huh... Did you think that a stowaway has problems receiving information, should I give you a yellow ticket now or at the exit?
— Keep it for yourself. — Svyat throws away the piece of paper that Steve was holding out.
The mechanic's face changed dramatically.
— That's address, fool.
Dorothy, Ange, Chise and Svyat went to the city. Arriving at the place and climbing to the right floor of the old wooden house, Ange leaves everyone and goes somewhere.
Everyone else enters the room. In it, oldster was sitting in a suit on a comfortable sofa. Dorothy asked about the session, to which the doctor replied.
— Let the boy pass, and I'll ask you to wait outside the door.
The girls went out, leaving the Old Man and Glory alone.
The old man started rummaging through the table and muttering something.
— What's your name, then?
Svyatt was uncomfortable.
— Well... don't be silent? Everything that happens with psychologists remains between the visitors and the psychologists themselves. The Old Man continued.
Svyat relaxed his shoulders and answered a little tensely.
— Svyatoslav Ivanovich Koval.
The Doctor was surprised.
— Is he a foreigner? — The old man started examining some paper. — I like foreigners.
The old man's face changed abruptly. He tensely offered to sit down and have a cup of tea. The saint remained silent, but then nevertheless agreed.
Meanwhile, Ange, with the help of a key ball, went to the old man's house. Entering through the window, Ange began checking cupboards and other furniture. Moving to the table, she noticed a strange sliding shelf with some kind of hole in the bottom. With the help of a skeleton key, she was able to open the double bottom, there was some kind of notebook there, and she began to read it.
The old man, interrupting some strange key in his hands, asked the Saint about everyday things while he was drinking tea. The doctor subtly slowed down the pace of his speech and suddenly asked.
— By the way, how's your mother doing?
Svyat choked and stammered.
— Ma—ma-mother? — Glory put his hand to his head.
— Yes, yes, that's the one... who died because of you... The old man changed his tone to a rude one.
Svyat dropped the cup and was already clutching his head with both hands.
Ange, flipping through the pages of her notebook, came across something and abruptly ran out of the doctor's house.
Dorothy and Chise were bored in the hallway, the latter was doing something similar to a crossword puzzle. Chise asked Dorothy.
— A statue in the desert, similar to... A cat? Six letters horizontally.
Dorothy sighed.
— The Sphinx.
— With a "i" or "y"? — asked Chise.
At that moment, a scream was heard from the door. The girls abruptly kicked down the door. In the room, Svyat knocked down the doctor. Chise and Dorothy immediately pulled it off. Dorothy was asking loudly.
— What the hell are you doing?
Svyat also, even louder.
— That devil killed my mom!
The old man just laughed and spoke maliciously.
— So you still don't know?
Chise, holding a katana to the old man's throat.
— Doesn't know what?
Ange abruptly flew into the room and shouted.
— Glory, get away from him quickly!
Dorothy couldn't stand it.
— Yes, explain calmly, what is going on here?!
— This is Ryan Lambert, a man who uses people as weapons for his own purposes. — Ange told me.
— Well, at least someone found it, because you know, it's getting harder to hide everything in your old age. — The old man was saying sarcastically.
Chise pressed the handle against the old man's throat.
Dorothy asked.
— So he forced them to work for him?
— Hypnotized. — Ange corrected.
Dorothy threatened the old man.
— Let's treat it, otherwise...
— Of course... It's just that it's not every day that so many girls come to see me. — the old man did not hide it.
The doctor sat down in front of Svyat and began to mumble something and, with the help of the clock, caused Svyat a sharp headache. The old man finished. The girls helped the Saint up and asked about his well-being, and he answered.
— It's fine.
And he immediately punched the old man in the nose, which caused him to fall and, leaving, said after him.
— Pack him up and let's get out of here.
The rain did not stop.
Everyone at the academy was minding their own business, but they were worried about the Saint's condition. Ange was the most active of all and was looking for him, but the boy was neither in the room nor in the garage. Ange decided to check out the place, sometimes she talked to Charlotte. He was on the roof looking at a notebook, despite the rain, Ange wanted to ask.
— You're all right...
— They didn't kill my mom... — Svyat expressed himself emotionlessly.
— Well, that's good, isn't it? — Ange asked.
— Maybe so, but I found out that I didn't run away anywhere...
Ange said nothing.
— I was sold... For 29.5 pounds. It's true that I ran away from this decrepit old man who didn't let me sleep at night and forced me to plow during the day. And after that, I want to ask, why all this? I won't even surrender to anyone right now.
Ange, putting her hand on Svyat's shoulder, calmly replied.
— We need you.
Svyat turned around and sighed.
— For the time being...