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The Prince of Faerghus leaned across her table. "Tell us what you know about the Tragedy of Duscur. You investigated it."

"I investigated if the people of Duscur were there. They were not. I can't tell you what happened outside of this."

"Professor Parvati." Dedue picked up her business proposal. "You are the kind of person who has a backup plan for her backup plan. You made a document like this overnight for your enjoyment. You were hand-selected by the Viceroy of the Church of Seiros. You enjoy the patronage of the Prime Minister of Adrestia. Do you really believe you can fool us into thinking you did not do a thorough job? On this?" He put the proposal down. "Please. Don't insult us."

Professor Parvati shot him a look. "You are stabbing me in the back, Dedue."

"No, Professor. I assure you," Prince Dimitri said, chuckling. "If you ever cross Dedue, he will stab you in the front. I promise."