"Of course, it's not just that, which is why I said it's a good question."
Motan stopped playing, stood up, and walked over to Grace, pulling a few tattered pieces of parchment from his pocket. "Despite the cautious wording in these, I can read between the lines that your father was a high-ranking, indulgent, elderly, half-dead big shot. Moreover, he seems to have been an excellent demon magician. Coupled with the fact that he always had you sisters impersonate one person, and with numerous reminders emphasizing that only you, the younger sister, could show up in public, it's hard for me not to overthink things."
Grace looked down at her toes with a complex expression, saying nothing.
Meanwhile, Feather Song began to regret not bringing some stools, melon seeds, or peanuts along.
"After noticing a hint, I went through the information I had gathered before and discovered an interesting fact."
