He woke up with a very warm feeling. And, to be honest, he really needed that. Just as her. So, as he opened his eyes, the solar beams striking on him, he saw that they were still embracing, grabbing each other. They weren't alone anymore. That made him smile. He got up silently and went to the window.

The usual noises were present as the City was now up, alive and deadly. He sighed: he had to get back to work, trying to solve this case where hypocrisy was omnipresent. And he wasn't a true Sherlock to resolve it quickly and easily! No, he was just a random dragon that was trying to live his life. But, you know, for some, it wasn't the case at all.

And, strangely enough, he didn't want that with all he had in his life.

He turned back and took his stuff to continue what he had to do, planing to see Merth and Henry, in this order. Why that? Because Merth was the closer. And he was hoping that one of the two was the culprit because he had enough with this shit! Then, he looked at his room and especially at the bed to see that... nobody was on it.

"You though you would go without me? Especially for this?"

His eyes went up with a sigh.

"Yes, I though."

She went right next to him and responded:

"Well, you're wrong. And I'm still coming with you on that case."

"Yeah. But did you think of what they will say while seeing you?"

"Who?"

"Well, the Galds!"

"Oh! They will say shit, as usual. And it will be funny."

"Not for me..."

"Oh, come on!"

"You're not helping for that work!"

"I'm good for pressure! If they don't tell the truth, you just let the crazy lady on them! It's gonna be a good way to say hello."

He groaned and opened the door as she smiled. It's not like he had the choice, after all!

They quickly arrived at a big house where, at the entrance, was written in a golden square:

Doctor Merth Altherio

Available the entire week

except the night.

She knocked before Qualt. But, because nobody answered, he punched the door which made, he was sure, a resonance in the entire building.

"Who's there?" answered a sick voice which made Gloria open widely her eyes.

"Hello. Warfang Police, here," answered the blue dragon.

"What? The Police? Why are you here?"

"I just want to ask some questions."

"And about what? I am sick and it's not the week!... Oh! Wait, is it about the Galds?"

"Yes sir."

"Well I have nothing to do with it but, you know what?"

The door made a clicking sound and opened, letting be seen a hated mole with tired eyes and glasses on them.

"Enter and ask me your question."

"You..." suddenly said the dragoness, terrified.

The mole looked at her and replied:

"Oh, hello Gloria."

"What? You know each other?"

"You bastard!"

"And don't appreciate each other?"

Gloria turned her head towards Qualt and answered:

"I recognize that sick bastard from the madhouse! Didn't know his name..."

"Yes, and I'm sorry for what I've done to you", said the mole with coldness.

"No you're not!"

"Okay, so what happened? Plus, we are not here for that. We're here to know more about the Galds!"

"You want to know what happened? Ask him."

He turned his head at the mole, who replied after sighing:

"I made some experimentation on her for my studies. And thank you, Gloria, by the way, you brought me lots of informations."

"You bastard!"

"Okay!" said Qualt with a loud voice so he can be be heard. "We will talk about it later because, now, we have a murder to resolve! So, shut up about it and tell me everything you know about the Galds!"

"Okay, okay, I get it. Enter first."

So they entered. Where, in dramatic and very good books (or not), you would have a trap, like dragons waiting to hit them on the back of the head, here, it was normal and they entered without any problems. They even were installed comfortably. Although Gloria was boiling inside and retaining herself to not jump on Merth. But her look showed a fire that Dante would have loved to describe. They were surrounded by scientific schemes and alchemist materials and tons of notes with numbers and short sentences.

"So", began Qualt, "what do you know about the Galds. I've heard of a humiliation that Frey did to you. What was it?"

"Well, first of all, I know Frey from a long time and, yeah, what you've heard is true: I don't like them. Especially Frey. She has knowledges, I'm sure without a doubt and I need some of them for my work sometime, but she is idiot! She humiliated me, yeah, but it was because she was like a child right next to me, thinking that she was the best! What humiliated me is the fact that I really need her knowledge and she knows that so, well, she took the opportunity to say that very loud in public! And, if you want to know: no, I did not killed those children!"

"I hope for you it's true..." said Gloria with a calm and menacing voice. "One of the two was my son..."

"Yes, I know that. But I freaking loved them! They were the total opposite of their parents and I even had hopes for them! And, by the way, why would I kill a child! I know I can take some extreme ways to have what I want but, damn, I don't touch children! I have a limit!"

"Oh! And, about your extreme ways, mister Altherio, you know that, if the Police knows..." replied Qualt.

"You're certainly new, ah ah! How do you think the Police will react when you say I have extreme ways? They will answer that they already know. And you know why they do nothing? Because I'm useful. And because I do my experiments on the ones which value is less than nothing..."

"Shut the fuck up!" suddenly yelled Gloria.

"Gloria, my dear, see the truth: you are a 3rd Class Citizen and your life has no value, here. You're just a number, just an object. They don't care about your life or your pain: for them, you are useless. You're even a weight. Especially when you've been in an asylum!"

Some smoke began to get out of the red dragoness nose as her claws were now out. And a roar could be heard as Qualt tried to calm her.

"But, for your case, I'm useless, I fear", said the mole. "Oh, and, before you go, just two things: first of all, go see Henry Yalt. He is a good guy and he maybe can give you useful informations on the family. And, finally, watch out for what the Galds can say. They are not as white as they pretend."

"I have not suspected that", said with sarcasm and between her teeth Gloria.

"So farewell, friends, and good luck on that case!"

"Gloria, we're getting out."

"Okay, thanks..." she answered with still lots of anger in her.

So they left without saying goodbye.

And when they were far enough from the house and seen by anybody, Gloria looked at Qualt and fell in tears, grabbing him to embrace him before letting her head on his shoulder.

So the blue dragon said nothing except this, in a quiet and calming voice:

"Shhh... It's over, now. It's over. You're with me and you're free."

And they kept that embrace for a moment…