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Minamino offered a slight nod. "If meeting with the Prosecutor General is required, I would like to facilitate it, but I believe you can help me, it's a simple enough request." The Minister reached into his jacket pocket, and began to fish around for a small notepad, he found it, and flipped it open.

"Ah! here we go. Roughly twenty years ago a woman was indicted for multiple counts of fraud, and identity theft, the Prosecutor was quite insistent she receive a lengthy sentence, which she did. It is my understanding she spent her final days incarcerated. This woman refused to reveal her identity, we are formally requesting all documentation pertaining to her case, for records purposes." Minamino offered, with a smile. That was until Dvořák spoke, and seemingly outed the younger Nobuo in front of them all.

Minimano went pale like a sheet, and then fainted, right there, on the spot, his legs giving out from under him, and the man collapsed into a nearby chair, but the younger Nobuo seemed unfazed, rather he returned a smirk.

"You know, there are only about five people who know that I'm alive, six now I guess if you count yourself, well, Seven." He said, casting his gaze over to Vilhjálmsdóttir, he didn't seem to show any reaction, rather he set his hardened gaze back on Dvořák.

He looked down to Minamino for a moment, the man was a nervous wreck.

"A magician never tells his secrets." Nobuo replied, a certain sharpness to his voice, almost a sarcasm that the older Takayama lacked.

"To be honest I'm not sure, Seno didn't explain it to me, I've never really been a man of science, though I must ask what gave me away?"