Gwen held out a Widehope student history book from under the table. It seemed she had prepared for that.
“Not surprising for a school this sizeable, eh?” She opened the book to a certain page. Then she lightly push the book to me. "The only child of a fairly well-known family."
I squinted at the name.
“Vera Hesselbein,” I added. “Limburg, Belgium?”
"Germany. Daughter of Gräfin Hasselbein. ”
From the photo, I feel strange. their faces look stiff and look serious. They don't look happy at all.
“Gräfin?”
"It's like the Countess but the Germany version," he added. “By the way, Vera Hasselbein, Hasselbein's sole successor after experiencing some family issues. The head of their family used to be arranged marriages which ended in divorce, 5 times, 10 times they almost got married. In the end he had to marry his wife who was his childhood friend.”
"So he is a noble?"
"Yeah, quite a surprise."
I'm starting to imagine that 20 years ago, Widehope was having a huge scandal. Maybe it's not as bad as genocide, but it's certainly not like the issue of one person's death. The problem is how can it be covered up?
"Wait a minute, that means the Hasselbein bloodline is gone?" I asked a little seriously.
Gwendoline sighed, she shrugged her shoulders.
"I mean besides Rose-Marie G. Hasselbein, her mother, or Bjorn Hasselbein, her father, nothing else."
I'm still looking at that photo.
"To what extent has Hasselbein's influence?"
“Well, they are the ones who support changing the paradigma of thought from both parts of Germany, the western and eastern blocks. They try to come down and really listen to the opinion of the people, and good news is circulating.”
“The Opening of of the two regions borders. In the end it was minimized from soviet influence.”
Of course it was far from the years of the second world war, we were talking about the future. The news is not foreign, even word of mouth has no doubts. I, who am used to being sent to various places, have never heard of it. The future isn't exactly thrilling after all. At least when thinking in the direction of a potential third world war.
Gwendoline nodded in agreement.
"Well, that's right…," she said. "But nothing's wrong regardless of whether it's a human-made agreement."
"Yeah, I agree." I added. "So is that one of the reasons they moved to England?"
Gwen nodded.
“They tried to build reputation with several businesses. Hotels, family restaurants and social foundations.” The candy wrappers hair girl was a bit grouchy. “At least they haven't realized the truth yet…,”
Then…,
Several people in groups with bags that looked heavy suddenly headed for our place. They look the same age.
"Excuse me, can we borrow some books for one ID?" asked a girl with straight hair and neatly cut bangs, she held out at least four rather thick books.
“Sorry, maximum one for each identity card. If you have group assignments, please take advantage of the gathering place there," Gwendoline pointed out. “You are also allowed to bring snacks as long as the rules are always maintained. Happy reading!" she said rather dryly.
They left looking disappointed, with no apologies and just distracted.
“See them? Not better I guess." Gwendoline was still grumbling.
I can understand why Gwendoline acted the way she did. The mindset is simple, if you behave well, then she will respond the same. It applies to anyone. A little touchy-feely, but I like that she's not a hypocrite.
"So…, this Vera Hasselbain, what happened?"
She sighed, then handed me an old newspaper. Again, this girl prepared everything for her curiosity.
I read the paper.
"Not interesting, is it?"
I completely refuse.
"Depends on how you conclude."
She looks confused. I immediately quoted a few sentences from the newspaper.
"So you don't believe the evidence?"
"Not a bit." I said confidently.
This little girl is starting to look annoyed. She always wanted to make other people agree on her story. Well, I admit it but not the 'last letter the police found' part.
“But the fingerprints and forensic results suggest that it matches!” she protested.
I rubbed her head gently.
“That's so clever! As expected, my cute Gwen!”
“Grrr…” she growled. “I need at least a week to find that information, idiot!”
No wonder she's a little frustrated. She's my second best friend, after Foscow, well I'm quite open with people who are a bit melancholy and aloof. One of the reasons why she often reads books is to accumulate knowledge that one day she would like to work in different places, apart from being one of Gwendoline's hobbies.
And one of the jobs that she dreamed of in my opinion is quite troublesome. Besides draining her brain, she has to get involved with problems that shouldn't be her responsibility at all. A famous detective. Must be famous because if she wants to move places, her name will become credibility for the police in other areas.
Gwendoline looked confused and read the newspaper back and forth.
“Look, two things if you want to find information. One, never believe newspaper reports. They are one percent facts mixed with the rest stupid opinions. They're selling a story that at least sounds plausible."
She is still busy looking for faults and negligence.
“Secondly, you have to have a logical reason. Not all lines are straight.” I mean to calm her down.
Gwendoline is full of ambition for what she achieves. As it is now, despite being a part-time librarian, she is the only one Widehope back building that accepted to work in Widehope main building. But as her friend, I can think of her as my own sister, I'm quite worried about her small body.
“Grrr… well, well,” she added after a sigh and calming down somewhat. "You think so?"
It's quite troublesome. Actually I did not come to argue. My objective is to take her on vacation, to a place that's not like a modern, intellectual cage. Fishing, greenery, wide open land, gentle breeze, that's the theme.
I sighed.
"Okay, first let's consider the letter as evidence," I raised my hands, flicked my fingers in a storytelling style.
She nodded. Her eyes gleaming with enthusiasm for the thing that drained her brain the most. I explained at length. But before that, she had agreed that if I explained things reasonably, she would comply with my request.
"Hmm... makes sense."
"Yeah, too dubious for that one reason, but I'm positive that asthma isn't some stupid excuse for people to kill themselves."
Gwendolin's pupils dilated again.
"Okay, I need to find out more about that family."
“Meh… whatever,” My less enthusiastic reply.
Gwendoline took a deep breath and exhaled maximally. She seemed satisfied with my theory. She returned to her work, this time her fingers quickly typing something on the computer.
"So what did you come to see me for?"
"Take you on vacation. That's my proposal."
She was silent for a moment, but her face looked irritated. She actually refused, but Gwendoline was not one to break promises. Well, my proposal is more unique way to reach approval. Nothing would have happened if I hadn't racked my brains. But because of that information, Gwendoline wasn't the only one who was baited by her curiosity. At least the bait gets two fish.
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