"No, it's totally fucked up."

Around the entrance to the room, he was giving a voice that Polearth mourned.

Listening to that voice, Camua-Josh is crawling around the room.

Late watches the sight from a step back.

This was the hall of the Lady, in the castle town, bordered by the Earl of Dalaim.

Apparently, the official name is Viscount Alphane.

It is the Lady Matilla, the substantial master of its Viscount Alfan family, who is currently lying down on a reddish brown carpet with long hairy feet.

Mattilla was desperate.

Its loosely exuberant left chest is deeply pierced by a silver dagger that she herself had placed in her bedroom for protection.

This morning, she ended up with a raw, 58-year-old.

"I can't believe a thief broke into this hall... I'm surprised there was such a thing as a thief in the castle town in the first place! Even I was resting in the bedroom next door. If I had been wrong, I might have been the one being called to my soul. I just imagined it would make my spine cold."

"Did Lord Polearth invite you to dinner at this Viscount Alfan's mansion and stay there?"

"Yeah. My father and brother didn't like Matilla, so I'm always pushed for these roles."

"What is this role?

"... it's hard to talk in such a place, but Matilla is too strict, and she gets very tired when she talks. I don't care who they are, I don't care how stubborn they are."

"I see"

Answering, Kamua-Josh is still crouching his length and crawling down the floor.

From the elongated back wrapped in that coat, Late shifted her gaze to the wreckage of your wife.

He had a face of death that was hard to say calm.

A blissfully fat face, no less than Polearths, has been distorted with agony and carelessness.

The dagger must have reached your lady's heart. The white night clothes wrapped around him were filled with bitter amounts of blood.

It is like a miserable death.

And the carcass was engraved with even more tragic wounds.

Your wife had lost her right wrist.

"Mattilla was putting a phospholite ring in her right pharmacopoeia, a testament to your wife. I wonder if the target of the thief was that lady's ring."

That's what Polearth has said, being careful never to look indoors.

"Mattilla was just as wide as you can see. There was a time when the ring was buried in the flesh and I couldn't get it out, and I was shy of spilling it."

"Really? But if you were craving a ring, cutting off only your fingers, not your wrists, would seem like enough errands."

"Ugh, I'm sorry if it's your finger or your wrist! Woe to the thief who gave such blasphemy to your wife's remains."

"Absolutely," he nodded, moving to the sleeping area while Kamua-Josh stood on his knees.

This was Matilla's bedroom.

A large sleeping area sits just beyond the carcass, with red and black stains spreading over it as well. Does that mean he fell to the floor after being stabbed on the bunk?

Camua-Josh put a careful glance over there as well, and then eventually caught some of that red smudge at the tip of his nail.

"Hmm. With all this bleeding, there wouldn't have been a doctor's regiment."

Speaking in a swallowing voice, he sprays a clogged mass of blood all over his nails.

Even at the scene of such a tragic murder, Camua-Josh was still Camua-Josh.

Last night, Leyt, along with Camua-Josh, was to reveal the night in the castle town.

In the near future, Camua-Josh is scheduled to deliver a nobleman named Wellhide to Banaam. In order to hold the meeting, Wellhide was invited to stay at the VIP Mansion.

That's how we talked about saying hello to Polearth before we went back to the boarding town, and we visited this Viscount Alphan house in the morning - I didn't even dream of Late coming across such a noisy place, etc.

Downstairs were the squires and guards of this mansion and so on, and not a single piece of cloth has yet been sprayed on the wreckage of the poor lady. Seriously, it seems that at the same time that this tragic incident was discovered, the Leites have crept through the gates of the Mansion.

Knowing no fear, Camua-Josh crawled over its wreckage this time as he left the bedroom.

And I put your lady's fuzzy arm on my fingertips and said, "Uhm. This is a freshly-dead whisper," etc.

Late took a small sigh before kneeling instead of Camua-Josh.

"Yeah? What's wrong?

"May I touch you, too?

"That's not up to me to decide, but how?

"I am a disciple of Camus."

"Yeah, I don't know. That's a reason."

With Camua-Josh laughing with a pungent face on his side, Late gently put his hands up to the arm of the carcass.

It is a fat, fat arm.

Touching it conveys the feel of meat that has lost its elasticity to its fingertips.

But I did feel like there was still warmth underneath it when I was still alive.

Until nightfall, I guess your lady's soul remained firmly in this world, too.

Late let go of his hand and prayed in his heart for the peace of your lady's soul.

"Lord Polearth, may I check the situation for a moment, please?

Camua-Josh, who finally woke himself up, said so.

At the entrance to the bedroom, Polearth turned his back here and said, "Yeah, what is it?".

"In the morning, Princess Nicola, the grandson of your wife Matilla, visited this bedroom and found the remains, didn't she?

"Yeah, I guess so."

"So, the bedroom window was so wide open that there was no sign of anyone lurking anywhere," he said.

"Yeah. Someone stayed in this room after that, so I guess the thief broke in through the window there and ran away from the window in the same way. You're lucky Princess Nicola didn't bowl in with the thief."

"Hmmm...... so no one could visit this bedroom from night to morning because the squire was withholding during the next, right?

"Right. It's certainty because there's a next time between the bedroom and the corridor, and you can't go in and out without going through it. .. well, not unless the squire is asleep."

"Hmm. But this bedroom is situated upstairs, so it doesn't seem that easy to sneak in. From what I've seen, there doesn't seem to be a foothold on the wall."

"But I can't think of anything else. If I'd just shut the window and slept tight, it wouldn't have happened."

Camua-Josh stopped by the window with a chick.

The wooden windows are wide open towards the outside, beyond which you can see the deep green backyard and brick walls.

Not so high a fence, but a pile of iron is planted on its heavenly edge.

Without the proper preparation, it would not have been possible, for example, to sneak past that fence and into the mansion's premises.

Camua-Josh said, "Hum," again.

"Did Princess Nicola visit her bedroom when the bell rang two moments in the morning?

"Yeah. That's what I'm asking you."

It was just around that time that Camua-Josh and Late visited this mansion, and it's not even half an hour yet. Without knowing the tragedy in the room, the morning sunlight is slipping white through the window.

"The streets are full of people."

"Yeah?"

"If it's also two moments in the morning, the town is already starting to move. If you want to get over the mansion walls at this hour, there's only one thing you can do about people's eyes."

Camua-Josh walked over to Polearth laughing.

"Lord Polearth. If you like, could you tell us again from the beginning what happened from last night? Maybe this is a more complicated case than it looks, huh?

◇

Mattilla said she had looked grumpy since dinner.

I guess I can't wait to see my family and the others face to face every day with that. Uh, Polearth said sorry.

In the Viscount Alphane family exists only Mattilla and her two grandchildren.

It is Tetia, the first son of the predecessor contemporary, and Nicolas, the second son.

The current nominal lord was Tetia, his first son, and Matilla was his guardian thereafter.

Either way, Tetia will marry her son-in-law from her rightful muscles, and the person will officially inherit the title. Women can only be allowed to prevail provisionally, that was the law of Selva, the Kingdom of the West.

"You can't let a half-breed person take on the name of the Viscount Alphane."

Apparently that was Matilla's cliché.

In Selva, the kingdom of the west, the title Viscount was given to the bloodstream of the Marquis and Counts.

This Viscount Alfan family is a bypass to the Marquis d 'Allaim family - or Mathila herself is the sister of the predecessor of the Count d 'Allaim family.

In other words, Matilla was a great aunt to Polearth.

Therefore, while he was the second son of the Parental Count Dalaim family, Polearth also had a hard time raising his head to this difficult lady.

"Well, since the Count Dalaim family itself has been around for a hundred years and only has any history, I don't think we need to elbow anything. If I mentioned that, I'd get a terrible sermon, so I was having dinner with a lot of people."

Dinner was quite a spectacular selection.

An appetizer fried with kalon cheese in the oil of leten, a juicy dish with plenty of milk fat, a fuwano dish with thin breasts of kalon, a vegetable dish soothed with mammalian vinegar, a meat dish stuffed with vegetables and vanilla in the carcass of Kimmus - inviting the family of the Parental Count of Dalaim, and the cook numbers probably put more on their arms as well.

"You married your partner about two years ago from the side stream of the Earl of Saturas, didn't you, Lord Polearth?

At the end of that dinner, Matilla said she had called it that way.

"Yes. You're the blood muscle of our current great-uncle. I had no good luck with it."

"It's still difficult to welcome a partner from the Marquis de Genos or Count Turan families, even if it's the backbone of the Count Dalaim family."

"Yeah. But, well, wasn't it the right choice now not to connect with Count Turan's house?"

The Count Turan family has lost its mighty lord, Cycleus, and is now haunted by its rebuilding.

Besides, it would also have been difficult for Polearth to cooperate with the Camua-Josh plan if he had married his partner from the Turan family.

"Right," Matilla takes a heavy breath.

Mattilla was a talented woman who also held the second largest associate director of the Academy in Castle Town.

He has been awarded the title of "Lady" in recognition of his blood muscles and his achievements as deputy director.

He liked gastronomy so much that he didn't have to say goodbye and looked plump, but that also helps to increase majesty and style.

He also has an extremely strict temperament and is a person who values things like order and morality.

It was hard to gauge how she was taking the fall of Count Turan's house like that.

"Lord Polearth. You are a helpful actor in this case. Wouldn't it be possible in the future to also connect the Marquis de Genos with a deep edge?

"No. People like me don't deserve a minute. From now on, your father and brother will make a good connection to the Marquis."

"Are you going to get away with all this?

"I mean, I get away with it, and now I enjoy my job selling Poitans in Inn Town. This is a major task that leads directly to the prosperity of Count Dalaim's family."

"Really?" Mattilla breathes again.

While cheeking the sweet fuwano baked treat that was carried at the end of the dinner, Polearth said, "Ha?" I let him tilt his neck.

"Princess Tetia will soon bring you good luck, even without an exit such as me. Don't you have to worry about anything?"

"No, what worries me is not Tetia, but Nicolas."

In Mattilla's eyes, I felt like there was some calming light.

The grandchildren are going about their meals silently.

Tetia, her first son, lays down her eyes sadly, while Nicola, her second son, turns to her indifference - is.

"I want the Lord's seat in this house to be inherited by the person who will be Nicolas' companion.... That's what I think, Lord Polearth."

Mattilla said so in a voice as hard as a stone.

◇

"Should Selva's law allow her to soften up her first son and let her second son's companion carry on the trail, etc?

As he walked down the brick corridor, Camua-Josh relaxed and asked.

Polearth shrugs his round shoulder, "That's gonna be hard.

"I don't think you can imitate it that way because you hold the title all the time. Even as a bypass to Count Dalaim's house, it's a house of about the third origin from the top."

"Hmm. So why did the strict lady, Matilla, say such a piecemeal thing? She had the temper to weigh things like order and morality, didn't she?

"Because we value order and morality, so be it. Just for the record, my first son, Princess Tetia, is a child born to a samurai by her predecessor."

"Oh, that's interesting"

A slightly longer Camua-Josh and a rounded Polearth come together for a secret conversation.

These two are just aristocratic, slightly mahydra blood-drawing windmills, but somewhere similar in nature - Leyt always thought.

That's why we could also put our hands together to defeat Cycleus, I'm sure.

"The companions of the predecessors could hardly be children. So, I decided to welcome Princess Tetia, who had given birth to a samurai, as my official stepchild, and ironically, a year later, my wife was to give me a child."

"I see. Do you mean Princess Tetia and Princess Nicolas are sisters with bellies"

"Yes. Because of that, the temper is the exact opposite. Princess Tetia is clear and pathetic, a truly boring lady's book, and Princess Nicola at the end is shown to be as active as a boy. When I think about birth identity, the opposite is better."

"Hmm. So, Princess Tetia, the son of a samurai, doesn't deserve the Lord,? Still, right now, the nominal princess is Princess Tetia, right?

"Yeah. But I guess it wasn't funny on the inside. I wonder, therefore, if the next generation of the official seat of the Lord wants to be given to the person who should be the companion of Princess Nicola, etc."

"Hmm. It's a strange thing to say that both grandchildren have the same intensity of blood if you make it your Lady Matilla."

"He was also vehemently opposed to welcoming Princess Tetia as his official son in the first place. I'm sorry, Princess Tetia. I guess it's been more of a needle ever since I lost you."

After breathing with faces such as sympathy, Polearth finally stopped.

It's the front door of the mansion.

There several guards were in the midst of some questioning surrounding the young servants of the mansion.

One of the guards salutes Polearth by noticing him.

"Thank you. Uh, is that the squire you were packing last night during Mattilla's bedroom refrain?

"Yes," a young man nods back with a blue face.

Following Polearth's gaze, Camua-Josh advanced.

"I'd like to talk to you a little bit too. They say you've been sleeping all night between your bedroom and your refrain in the corridor, but are you sure about that?

"Yes."

"Your turn to sleep without a change? That's a big help."

"The alternate man suddenly had a fever and fell asleep. It was an inevitable procedure because it was a sudden story."

Late found out why this young man has a blue face.

The only way to visit the bedroom is for this young man, who refrained from doing so during the next period. If the thief broke in through the window, there would be no blame for this young man, but if the truth were otherwise - this young man is the one who can harm his lady more easily than anyone else.

Camua-Josh smiles unknowingly at the anguish of such a young man.

"Really? .. so Princess Nicolas visited her bedroom in the morning and discovered the incident."

"Yes. That was just when the bell rang for two moments in the morning. Master Matilla always wakes up at that hour."

"I see. But since such an early morning, what kind of errand has it been? Was it also customary for Princess Nicola to go out and say hello from morning to bed?

"No. I don't think that's ever happened before. We don't want to know what you were up to."

"Hmmm......" Camua-Josh strokes his elongated jaw with an immaculate mustache.

"So, from last night until morning, no one else exists who visited the bedroom besides Princess Nicola, right?

"Yes. That's for sure. After Tetia's visit and departure late in the evening, we are not allowed to go through anything."

"Did Princess Tetia also visit her bedroom?"

Very casually Camua-Josh hammered.

"Yes," the young man nods powerlessly.

"But that's what we talked about last night. It was a moment or so after you were taken to your bedroom."

"How much time did Princess Tetia spend in your lady's bedroom?

"Well... it hasn't been that long..."

"How did Princess Tetia look when you were able to leave the bedroom?

"... I was deeply annoyed, so I don't know. Because this Viscount Alfan house will not allow you to steal your expression."

"I see," Camua-Josh smiles.

"So how was Princess Nicola? Did you discover your lady's body and pop right out of her bedroom?

"Ha... Nicolas came out the door, trying to crawl after a long stay in the bedroom. I'm sure she must have lost herself for a while in front of Master Matilla's body. Nicolas was only fifteen years old, so it seems impossible."

"I see.... By the way, didn't Princess Nicola's meal that came out of her bedroom get dirty or anything with your lady's blood?

To this question, the youngster of the squire blued clearly.

"Dear Nicolas, the meal was wet in the blood. At first, Nicolas's heart shrunk, wondering if she was injured herself."

"Ho."

"But! You can't possibly even imitate that miserable to Master Nicolas! Besides, Lady Matilla's right wrist was taken away from every ring, because it could not be discovered from anywhere in the bedroom -"

"Yes, sir. Besides that, Princess, it's impossible to stab a knife as deep as that with your fine arms. It looks like the blade of the dagger reached the heart after crushing the bones of the abrasive."

The young man drops his shoulder in an exhausted manner.

"Thank you," Camua-Josh said, returning the acne early.

Chasing him back to Camua-Josh, who turns the corridor, Polearth speaks in wonder.

"I came all the way out here to talk to you, is that enough?

"Yes. I could listen to what I wanted to hear. I'd like to speak to the princesses next."

"I don't mind that, but what the hell are you up to?

"I'm not planning anything. However, isn't this too strange a case? It is as if it were the story of a bard's mystery that a thief broke into a nobleman's house early this morning and disappeared as much smoke after harming your wife."

"Hmm. When it comes to mysteries like that, the killer is usually an unexpected person."

Saying, Polearth looked a little anxious.

"Do you think Lord Camus has an unexpected killer in this case?

"What do you think? But I also owe a great deal to you, Lord Polearth, because of this misfortune, and I want to do everything in my power to find out the truth."

"Hmm. But does Lord Camus have to travel from Jomtien to Accommodation Town again with the escort of Lord Asta? That leaves only a few moments left."

"That's right. I'd like to leave you some time for snacks."

While we were having such a conversation, I arrived at your bedroom, Princess.

First of all, it is the bedroom of Nicola, the second son of the discoverer.

Polearths raises his hand to knock on the door.

At that moment, the door was pushed open from the inside.

"Ah...?

The person who came out of the inside stifles like a little.

Still a young squire, of disappointing stature.

What you're wearing is crude, but you look quite stern. But its face had completely lost its blood, and its brown eyes also had a light of anxiety and impatience.

"Excuse me.... What can I do for you, Master Nicolas?

"Yeah. I was wondering if you could catch up with Polearth when he arrived"

"No, I'm just a gardener, so I'm sorry, but please tell the attendant inside."

The young man lay his eyes down and tried to walk away from the spot.

Behind that back, Camua-Josh calls it "oh hey".

"What business did you visit Princess Nicola's room for? What can I do for you?

"No. Until I heard that Nicolas discovered Matilla's body and came to check on her. I know it's an overdone imitation, but it was too worrying..."

"I see. Can I have your name if you like?

The young man flaunted Camua-Josh's face by exasperating his vigilance.

"I am Zeth. .. excuse me"

A young man walks away at a foot speed. Polearth shouted "heh" as he dropped off that successful back.

"Is he Zeth the gardener? Yeah. I see."

"What's the matter? Do you know him?

"Yeah. If I remember correctly, he must be the son of a samurai of a predecessor - that is, Princess Tetia's brother of a different kind."

"Yeah? Are those people still in your mansion?

"That's right. It seems that it was the will of the previous emperor that he should not be banished. Given my relationship with Matilla, it seems like a less thankless statement."

Late sneaked inside thinking that the first daughter she had given birth to a samurai, the second daughter she had given birth to a righteous wife, and the seedy brother of her first son, who spoils herself to her youngest son - you're finally ready for an absurd stage meal.

Polearth knocks on the door as if he had regained his mind, and by the guidance of his squire during the refrain he is passed through to Nicola's bedroom.

That's how I stepped in, and I was supposed to be able to bump my tight gaze and words.

"Now what!? Nobody. He won't let me rest! I'm sick and tired of this!

Nicolas, who turned fifteen this year, was a little girl with dark brown curly hair.

He has an aristocratic and elegant face, but at best he is now looking quite concerned. Polearth grinned at it so that it could be deceived.

"I'm sorry, Princess Nicola. A friend of mine wants to talk to you. How would you like to help us capture hate thieves?

"Hmm! Then you should just go after the thief! Just wander around the mansion, what the hell is it going to be!?

"Hey, it won't be anything to jump out of the mansion without a clue. I don't even know if the thief escaped outside the mansion."

When Camua-Josh clasped his words, Nicola clasped her mouth with a sinister face.

With such sharpness in his eyes, he turns around Camua-Josh.

"What are you? It's like the people of the North you're talking about."

"I'm Camua-Josh from The Guardian. I'm sure Lord Polearth will vouch for me."

"... I don't know if you're the Guardian, but you say a lot odd things. There's no way a thief with an aunt like that can stay in the mansion, is there?

"If you think about it normally, yes, but thank you. This case smells unusual."

Camua-Josh laughs a lot as he narrows his drooling eyes.

"Let me ask you a few questions. Was your lady on the bunk when you stepped into the bedroom? Or was it already on the floor?

"... on the floor, it was out."

"You stayed in the bedroom for a while, and yet when you left the bedroom, they said you had been tainted with your meals a long time, but what circumstances existed for that?

"I've been telling that story to the guards."

On the small side of Nicola, I get the look of how grumpy she is.

"I couldn't believe my aunt was dead, so I accidentally took it to that body. I wasn't worried about my clothes getting dirty.... so I knew clearly that my aunt was dead, so I lost much of my hip in fear. If you think that's a bad idea, laugh as much as you like."

"I see. I appreciate that.... but how could the thief have done such a miserable imitation of cutting off your lady's right wrist?

"That's not what I know!

Nicola's eyes burned up in anger.

It is a fierce glance, unlike a noble princess.

"I'm sorry for this," Camua-Josh smiles softly.

"That's my last question. Why did you visit your lady's bedroom only this morning?

"... I just wanted you to take down yesterday's ridiculous story, so I went out to talk to you about it"

"Hmm. For once, is that one of the housekeepers' cases?

"That's right. Whatever the blood muscle is, the heir to this house is Tetia, so screwing it doesn't make sense. I can't bear such a tough position."

Camua-Josh thanked him with satisfaction.

"I apologize for relaxing. Please rest."

Just like earlier, it was a very refreshing retreat.

After the bedroom as his back is burned by Nicola's angry gaze.

"Well, you're next, Princess Tetia."

Camua-Josh said cheerfully, but the wish was never fulfilled.

Tetia, who overheard her grandmother's obituary, said she had fallen too much of a shock and lay still.

"You don't have a choice. Shall we get on the table for a moment then? I just want to know how the guards outside the mansion were doing."

But I couldn't get a beneficial story from you.

In any case, the crime was committed not late, but in the morning. By then, the soldiers on patrol had already returned to the mansion, and they could not find out anything strange about it.

However, inside and outside the mansion, searches had begun by the guards sent by the militia.

From there, as Camua-Josh had foreseen, reports were to be delivered that it would not be possible to get in and out of the mansion through the walls from the morning -.

Even if we could have stolen the patrol's eyes and sneaked in during the night, it should have been just before the two moments in the morning that Matilla was murdered. Then if you escaped through the walls to the surface, it can't be out of people's sight. It would be more reasonable to assume that intruders and others did not exist from the beginning, the head of the guard has told him so.

"Uhm. If we keep this up, it's going to settle down to the conclusion that it was the squire who was on the lookout during the refrain."

"Right. But he shouldn't have been able to leave between refrains with him. Would it have been possible for him to chop off your lady's right wrist and hide it somewhere without contaminating her body?"

"Oh, can't you possibly wander around the mansion in a bloody way from the morning, etc.... but then, what the hell is going on?

That's how when Polearth twisted his neck, one of the guards who was searching the backyard rushed over here.

"Master Polearth! Your lady's right wrist and thoughts have been discovered!

"Yes! Is that true!?

With a decoy knife, march into the back of the backyard.

Beyond a beautifully cut bush, another guard stood up.

The ground at its feet is dug - and the world's most unbroken objects are placed on the cloth.

Polearth stopped on the way, and only Camua-Josh and Late rushed over there.

"This seems... definitely"

A bloody wrist that had lost its color like a white wax was rolling there.

The pharmacopoeia is fitted with a yellow, glowing phospholite ring that looks cramped.

"Was this buried on the ground? For that matter, it doesn't even seem dirty with dirt."

"Yes. It was wrapped in a cloth laid under this and buried. .. cloth or it seems to be a much better weave"

"Right. I wonder if this belongs to your wife."

Camua-Josh obtained the guard's permission and then re-wrapped his wrist in that woven fabric.

translucent, possibly shim silk. It is a brilliant fine workmanship that is edged with gold thread, but it is also slightly wet in red blood and soiled in black soil.

"Lord Polearth, do you not recognize this weave?

"Hey, give me a break! I'm just distracted by human blood!

"Didn't Lord Polearth like the flesh of a bloody caron?

"That's why! Ugh, I don't think I'll be eating carons for a while."

Still, Polearth took a frightening peek into the envelope offered by Camua-Josh from the gap between his fingers where he even put his face.

"Yeah... that's apparently the shoulder hanging that Matilla always used. I think he wore the same thing at dinner last night."

"Thank you. But it's something that does terrible."

After turning his-->>

next page