Towering mountains, southern oceans, deep lakes, and endless forests—
After leaving behind the responsibilities of being a Claymore, Teresa, Duran, and Clare traveled across the planet together.
During this time, Teresa became a strict mother, determined to educate Clare like an aristocratic young lady.
Her goal was simple:
To raise Clare into a proper lady.
As they traveled, Clare grew quickly.
On the outside she looked like an ordinary teenage girl.
But when it came to uncovering the truth behind mysteries—
She was unmatched.
This was mostly because of the detective stories Duran told her.
Her idol was Edogawa Conan.
Because of this, outside the continent Clare earned a nickname:
"The Girl Detective Who Can See Through All Truths."
(A slightly exaggerated title.)
Naturally, Teresa received a new title too:
"The Mother of the Girl Detective."
And Duran?
He became known as "The Detective's Assistant."
Duran found that deeply unfair.
At the very least, he thought he deserved to be called the detective's father.
Clare was now thirteen years old and entering her rebellious phase.
She often treated Duran coldly.
But Duran considered himself a generous man and didn't take it personally.
That year, the three of them returned to the Claymore continent.
And as soon as they encountered people—
A Yoma incident occurred.
"So the Yoma is you… Jack!"
The villagers began whispering nervously.
"What nonsense!" the middle-aged man named Jack shouted.
"You're not a Claymore! How could you possibly identify a Yoma?!"
Clare laughed mockingly.
"Ignorance."
"If you commit a crime, you will leave traces behind."
"The truth cannot be hidden by lies."
Duran and Teresa stood nearby watching.
Teresa had already sensed the Yoma long ago.
But she rarely used Yoki anymore, fearing she might awaken further.
Besides—
She found Clare's method of detective reasoning fascinating.
The techniques Duran taught were surprisingly effective.
Clare continued her investigation.
"Jack, where were you during dinner last night?"
"Obviously eating dinner!"
"Can anyone confirm that?"
"I live alone! Who could confirm it?!"
"You can't accuse me just because I don't have an alibi!"
Clare paced slowly.
"That's not the reason."
"Everyone, please look carefully."
"At the victim's house, there were three sets of tableware on the table."
"But the victim's family only had two members."
"This means that during dinner time yesterday…"
"There was a third person present."
"And that third person was very likely the Yoma."
The villagers murmured.
"That makes sense…"
"But anyone in the village could have visited them for dinner."
Jack quickly seized the opportunity.
"Exactly! What proof do you have that it was me?!"
Clare smiled confidently.
"Everyone, there are two kinds of people in this world."
A villager interrupted.
"Men and women?"
"No."
"There are people who use their right hand…"
"And people who use their left hand."
The villagers looked confused.
Clare sighed and explained.
"When you eat, which hand do you hold the spoon with?"
"Raise that hand."
Soon all the villagers raised their hands.
Clare pushed her glasses upward—
Except she wasn't actually wearing any.
"I knew it."
"The Yoma is you, Jack."
Everyone looked confused.
Then someone suddenly noticed.
"Hey… Jack's hand is raised on the opposite side!"
Jack panicked.
"How does that prove anything?!"
Clare explained calmly.
"A Yoma perfectly imitates its victim."
"Appearance. Habits. Even personality."
"But at the victim's house…"
"One spoon was placed differently from the others."
"Only a left-handed person would place the spoon that way."
"So the person who had dinner with the victims…"
"Was you, Jack."
Jack laughed darkly.
"I didn't expect anyone to notice the murder happened during dinner."
"You're impressive, little girl."
"You can tell from the half-finished meal that the victims died during dinner."
Clare pointed at him.
"Yoma, surrender now."
The villagers backed away in fear.
"Catch me if you can."
Jack revealed his true Yoma form.
"Guilty!"
Before anyone else could react—
Duran knocked the Yoma unconscious.
"Build a stake."
"Burn the Yoma."
This continent was brutal.
Even Duran had grown somewhat colder after living here.
The villagers quickly gathered wood.
"Burn it!"
"Burn the monster!"
The Yoma was nailed to a wooden cross and set on fire.
As the flames rose—
It revealed its monstrous form.
But its body was pinned tightly by iron nails and chains.
There was no escape.
"Congratulations," Duran said, rubbing Clare's head.
"Even Yoma can't deceive you anymore."
"I'm proud of you."
Clare snorted.
"It was just a low-intelligence Yoma."
"No challenge at all."
"Very good, Clare," Teresa said warmly.
"Really?" Clare's eyes lit up like a happy kitten.
"Yes."
"My Clare is amazing."
Teresa was extremely proud.
With her nearby, no Yoma could ever threaten Clare's life.
Duran suddenly felt like a third wheel.
The pressure was real.
"Funny," Duran muttered.
"We barely returned to the continent and already encountered a Yoma."
They had spent five or six years traveling the planet.
But this Yoma-infested continent was never pleasant, so they rarely stayed long.
Now they were back.
Duran never expected Clare to become a detective.
But she clearly loved solving mysteries.
"I have an idea," Duran said.
"Let's open a Yorozuya in the Holy City."
Teresa and Clare looked confused.
"What's that?"
"It's a shop where people can give us any request."
"And we'll solve it."
"So… basically like the Organization?" Teresa asked.
"Not quite."
"We won't just kill Yoma."
"We'll solve mysteries, find lost people, recover stolen items…"
"Anything."
"That actually sounds interesting."
The Twin Goddesses eventually agreed.
They decided to open a Yorozuya (Odd Jobs Shop) in the Holy City.
"We still need a mascot," Duran said.
"Maybe we should kidnap a cute girl—"
His proposal was immediately rejected.
Because of Duran's moon graffiti, the Holy City had become a popular pilgrimage destination.
The three easily blended into the crowd and entered the city.
Then came the hard part:
renting a building
buying furniture
advertising
Duran worked tirelessly.
Meanwhile the Twin Goddesses stayed comfortably in a hotel waiting for results.
Finally—
Their shop was ready.
Duran looked proudly at the two-story building at the end of a busy street.
A large sign hung above the door.
Written in Teresa's elegant handwriting:
Yorozuya – Odd Jobs Shop
Inside, the shop looked almost like a museum.
Duran decorated it with items gathered from all over the planet:
mountain stones
fish bones from the sea
beast horns from the plains
feathers from the sky
Everything displayed the culture of the world.
Their slogan was simple:
"Any request accepted — for the right price."
At first, the city residents were skeptical.
But wealthy collectors loved the exotic decorations.
Some even bought them.
After all, Duran now had a family to support.
Especially Clare's education.
Teresa had already begun Clare's full noble-lady training program.
Etiquette.
Knowledge.
Behavior.
Everything.
Clare had grown into a lively and clever teenage girl.
Every day she studied under Teresa's supervision.
But with Duran around—
She also had access to all kinds of cheating tools.
Including a robot clone that looked exactly like her to skip lessons.
Unfortunately…
Teresa was the strongest Claymore in history.
Her sharp eyes saw through every trick.
Clare's plans always failed.
Meanwhile, Duran became the main employee of the Yorozuya.
Most of his work involved:
finding lost pets
recovering missing jewelry
locating misplaced keys
The pressure was enormous.
But business slowly improved.
Every three or four days, a new request appeared.
And with a 100% success rate, the reputation of the Yorozuya began spreading through the Holy City.
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