'The lyrics predicting the crime... Klavier?'
Klavier shrugged
'Seems a bit more than just a coincidence to me'
daryan sighed
'I have to agree. The key ring, the guitar, and the murder...'
'The key ring might have been dropped by accident'
apollo added
'Yet the victim was holding it. Hard to think that it was unconnected'
'That's true'
apollo took notice at how gavin was now suddenly calm compared to before, maybe he was more trained in keeping his emotions together compared to when his music messed up
'So the criminal matched their actions to the lyrics?'
trucy said, more so to herself, trying to piece it together as to why it was, daryan fixed up his odd-styled hair, apollo would've judged if he didn't have a wired hairstyle
'That sounds likely'
'Why would anyone do that?'
apollo asked the obvious
'...While we think about that, I'm going to get cracking on the biggest crime here. I'm going to talk to the Borginian Embassy about this Mr. LeTouse'
klavier nodded
'Ah, right. Thanks, Daryan'
'I'll leave the pondering of mysteries to you. I'm outta here'
and with that, he walked off, leaving the three alone, klavier turned to face apollo
'A foreign national, Mr. LeTouse was killed... It seems like that would have to be the "point" of all this. But they did more than that. They left us with not only a murder, but a mystery!'
he grumbled
'Mr. Gavin sure is irritable today'
trucy mumbled
'Maybe this is the real Prosecutor Gavin we don't get to see in the courtroom'
klavier ignored the two
'...I've had enough, frankly. If you find any more mysteries, do me a favor and keep them to yourselves, ja?'
apollo rolled his eyes
'Ja...'
he replied back, earning a grin from klavier
"I guess this is all we're going to get from Prosecutor Gavin. That leaves Lamiroir to question"
'Prosecutor Gavin... do you know where Lamiroir is now?'
'Ah, I had her go to my dressing room. With that pianist, Machi Tobaye, of course. She seemed rather shocked by Mr. LeTouse's sudden passing'
while the two walked back to the dressing room, the same man popped in, trucy stumbled back, nerly knocking over apollo, but before any of the two could process what just happened, the man disspared
'Who's there!? ...There he goes again. Who is that guy!?'
apollo looked to see if trucy was okay, ..and saw her in very deep thought
'Huh? Trucy?'
'You know, he did look sort of familiar...'
'...So he is a friend of yours!'
she shook her head in defear
'No, that's not it. ...Sorry, I don't remember'
apollo sighed, it wasn't even that important, ..for now anyways
when they got inside, trucy smiled up at the talented woman
'Ah... Lamiroir!'
'What... What has happened? I heard that Mr. LeTouse has died!'
she said, both of their eyes widen in genuine surprise, ..did she just speak english?!
'L-Lamiroir! You speak? I mean, you speak English?'
lamiroir simply shrugged
'Ah... Yes. I was invited here from the Republic of Borginia... But I am not Borginian by birth'
'But wasn't Mr. LeTouse your interpreter...?'
trucy asked
'Ah that. Yes, well... It was Mr. LeTouse's idea. He thought it would add to the mystery, you see'
'Then, your pianist is also...?'
she shook her head
'No, Machi Tobaye is Borginian. He does not speak English. Now, please tell me! What has happened to Mr. LeTouse? Why did he...'
she trailed off, not able to finish her setence
'Actually, Mr. LeTouse was--'
apollo covered her mouth
'Trucy!, Remember what Prosecutor Gavin said? "Not a word"!'
'B-But Mr. LeTouse is Lamiroir's manager! That's not fair to her! I mean, isn't she a related party?'
'Precisely who Prosecutor Gavin doesn't want to alert, I'd suspect'
apollo whispered, trucy reluctantly nodded
'All we have been told is to wait here in this room. It is very unsettling'
lamiroir said in a very quiet voice, apollo frowned as he offered her some sympathey
'I'm sorry, we're trying to figure it out ourselves. Do... you think I could ask you some questions?'
'Of course. I am always willing to help'
"She's as calm as she looked on stage... I can't put my finger on why, but I like this Lamiroir"
suddenly, machi walked up to her and started to speak in borginese
'What is it, Machi?'
lamiroir asked, thought apollo didn't understand, he saw her eyes widen
'What... but you'd be alone!'
apollo cleared his throat as he tried to be polite
'Um, what seems to be the problem?'
lamiroir looked back at apollo
'Machi... he is not good around strangers. He wishes to go out for a breath of fresh air. Would that be alright?'
'Uh, sure, of course'
machi stayed quite as he walked out
'Very well. What is it you wished to ask me about?'
apollo took out his notebook
'The Republic of Borginia... that's in Northern Europe, right?'
'I've never even heard of it...'
trucy admitted
'I started out singing in a restaurant... Then a producer called me. Before I knew it... here I am'
'You don't say! You know, my daddy plays piano in a restaurant!!, he's really good!!, and he sings!!'
now that caught apollo off guard
'mr wright?, singing?!'
'yeah, he's great!, amazing even, he can rival mr gavin if he really wanted to!'
he tried to wrap his head around that, mr wright, a singer, he quickly snapped himself out of it as he
'a-anyway ...Lamiroir, you're not from Borginia originally? Were you born here?
Lamiroir shifted in her spot uncomfortabley
'Well...'
'Oh, is that supposed to be a secret?'
he guessed
'Image is everything when you're a star! I know a bit about that, of course...'
she admitted
'Ah, yes, it is something like this. A contract, you might say. I'm also not to speak anything but Borginese in public'
'Image is important, I guess'
apollo complied
'She's not all image, though! Her songs are lovely! A real "landscape painter in sound"!'
'A painter in what?'
apollo asked, staring at her
'She travels the world, turning the sights she sees into music! That's the secret to your music's beauty, right?'
Lamiroir narrowed her eyes at trucy
'You're very perceptive'
trucy beamed her smile
'daddy always taught me to be so, and I use your songs all the time in my stage act. ...I don't have to pay royalties for that, do I?'
she asked, apollo quickly put a hand on her shoulder
'Stop while you're ahead, Trucy'
he warned
'This "landscape painter in sound", too, is an image. Yet without it, my songs would not be so widely heard'
lamiroir admitted
'They even call you the "Siren of the Ballad", right?'
'Yes. In Borginese, "Lamiroir" means "the Siren". I fear that, perhaps, already I am not the siren I once was'
she explained, trucy then started to ask her questions
'Your pianist... Machi, was it? He's cute! Like a porcelain doll...'
'He's very "European"'
apollo added, not trying to be offensive but wasn't really sure on what else to add
'I met him while singing in restaurants in Borginia. He is an orphan... yet his playing is exquisite. Soon he came to live with me'
'It's like a fairy tale, almost...'
trucy awed
'I noticed he hardly leaves your side'
'Yes, well, he is blind. At first, I hesitated at dragging him across the world'
'He doesn't speak English, either, does he?'
apollo asked
'He had never left Borginia before we met. I made his presence part of my contract. Machi and I together are "Lamiroir". Together, always, and Mr. LeTouse... was my new manager'
'New?'
apollo repeated in a question like tone, she nodded sadly
'Yes, from three months ago. Around when I received Mr. Gavin's invitation to come. I met Mr. LeTouse at my office. He was to be my manager and bodyguard... And, as it turned out, my interpreter'
'Interpreter... even though you speak English'
'Yes... but we were to visit more places than just here. We had a concert in Japan scheduled after this one. Though I fear that may have to be cancelled now...'
'Was Mr. LeTouse from the Republic of Borginia, too?'
trucy asked
'Well... he was only with me for three months. I'm afraid there is much I do not know about him. And now, I shall never know. No one will even tell me why he has died'
'I-I'm sorry... Prosecutor Gavin said we weren't to talk to anyone...'
apollo said sadly, lamiroir frowned but understood
'Mr. LeTouse... was a talented man. The "Siren of the Ballad"... That phrase was his idea, you know. I am happy for him that it has become so well known'
it then dawned upon apollo after she said it, and he fully processed her words
'The "siren"... That's what he meant!'
'Huh? Apollo?'
trucy asked, a little confused
'You are "the Siren", right Lamiroir?'
he asked
'That is the meaning of my name in Borginese, yes. It was the name my producer gave me. But why do you ask?'
Apollo hesitated for a moment
'...It's very important. I had to know for sure if the "Siren" was you'
'What do you mean, important?'
Apollo thought for a long moment, ..then finally said
'...I'll tell you. You deserve to know'