Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

"- So I'm thinking infiltrating and escorting."

After the magic interrogation, Oscar and Vanessa, who were taken back to the hotel by Mildred, and then told Clark, the butler, about their upcoming policies and measures, the three nodded quietly.

It is the Inquisitor's message that all three are honest and clean to cooperate.

"Regards"

"As soon as the information comes in, I plan to head to the" (Negro) that the Raiders used at Term Wills... you two might want to go back first. I was wondering if the Duke would be worried if it got too late. Please take the demon to another residence later. "

and put Cadkeus on two who took the look of a cat.

"Nice to meet you, Cadkeus"

Cadkeus shaking his neck vertically when told.

"Then... take your magic props. Devil's necklace can repel magic pills and curses. This bracelet is Clear Blood. And this is a healing magic prop, isn't it? You can wear the neckline without letting go of your skin."

"Okay, I'll borrow it"

Hand the three of you the magic props Grace and the others brought you. I also bring a ruined necklace that I can wear to the Duke by informing him of my escort.

"I'll send the two of you. The Duke and the Grand Duke must be briefed from my mouth."

says Prince Josiah. I see. So Prince Josiah confirms the Duke's and the Grand Duke's intentions by going directly to the explanation, and works to keep the flow of reconciliation uninterrupted.

Well... even though the reason may be in a successor dispute, the choice not to settle does not significantly affect the future situation...

"Okay, Mildred. Prepare your troops and escort Josiah."

"Ha."

Mildred left the room for troop formation when he saluted.

"Uh, well... I'm talking about my uncle..."

"Yes."

Vanessa cut it out, but it looked like she was wondering if she should talk or not.

About Leslie-Driscol. That's what I was going to hear later when I got to the other mansion.

Perhaps there is resistance to saying bad things only about your body, but I guess you still have some idea. As Oscar nodded as he urged, Vanessa cut it out as an aside.

"My uncle has been a quiet man for a long time. It's calm if you talk to me, and I'm not too close to my father. It's just that a few years ago, when my uncle came back from the voyage to visit the Duke's land... I was just a little concerned."

"When I say...?

"When I walked down the hallway of my parents' house, I saw my uncle in the courtyard talking to my father and brother. All three of us were laughing and talking fun then..."

That's when the Duke and Oscar turned their backs to move out of the courtyard, the look on Leslie's face that was grinning until just before changed. Yes, Vanessa said.

"... he had a cold and rugged face. Maybe my uncle doesn't really like my father... I don't even know what happened between my father and my uncle. Talk to me and my uncle will be just as he has been...... So I was wondering if my uncle wasn't quiet and serene, but really... he just didn't show anyone the truth."

That being said, Vanessa shook her eyes closed or something.

"... Me too, I've never heard that story before. I remember the conversation back then... but I didn't say anything that would make my uncle angry... I think. Happy to see you for a long time, listening to souvenirs on your trip, that's not enough to take."

And, Oscar frowns.

... Sure, even within you, sometimes you'll collide from a little emotional flow, etc.

So if there's nothing as it is, it's just that. Vanessa probably didn't have to tell anyone until today... but when she was raided by reality and noticed the possibility of a trace feud or something, Leslie's attitude at that time really bothered me.

If you weren't having a problematic conversation at that time, that's nothing more than having one thing in your belly.

"... I see. Helpful."

And doing that is no doubt proof that Leslie is a mastermind. There's nothing definitive yet. Well, what's the matter?

... the mastermind was giving instructions to the executor. This is how it worked, I know you think there's nothing connected to you... but if that's an unexpected way, you can't even deal with it.

"... uh, I need you all to have something for me"

"What is it?

So when I told Grace and the others what they needed, they blinked.

The materials you need will be ready as soon as you get to the market. Let me borrow a little from Rosemary's belongings later.

Sheila contacted me when I was having a meeting with her to give it to her. Hmmm.... Apparently, they found some of them too.

"Theodore. Over here."

Heading to West Side Boulevard, there was Lavine escorting Sheila and Sheila. Admit what I look like and I'll gently raise my right hand to let you know where I am.

"Oh, thank you for waiting"

"Mm-hmm. I'll show you the way"

Sheila nods and walks down the back alley with Lavine.

Apparently, they were using the West End Inn.

You are correct from the point of view of avoiding the eyes of the official constitution, but from the point of view of the Bandit Guild, the West End is like a garden. As soon as we figure out where they're lurking, that's probably why.

"Here..."

Proceed to the entrance street and arrive in front of the inn. Looks like someone is consolidating the area around the inn...... To see what Sheila doesn't care about, this would be a Bandit Guild personnel.

Sure... some of you have met once before, if not my misremembering.

When my gaze matches mine, I've been looking for less noticeable from the surroundings. Sure... I should have been acting as a member of the Bandit Guild with Isabella, the guild executive.

Well, he cares about you over there, and I'll just keep this one to give you back your respects.

"When I went to talk to the informant, he told me to take my request to Isabella"

"That's why it was so early."

"Mmm."

Sheila's request is a priority for VIP treatment.

The Inn opens its doors and enters, an inn that the adventurer seems to prefer, with a tavern on the ground floor and an inn on the second floor.

And... there was a face in the counter that I saw. Isabella dressed in black. It is a work outfit when moving as a bandit guild executive, not the lady master of a whorehouse.

"Hello, ambassador. You're out of time."

It was Isabella who was smoking flue smoke, but when she looked at me she gave me a grin.

This place is not a regular place, so it is not visible to people. Normally there is no problem talking to her, or something like that. If you look at it, the guests in the tavern, like Isabella, seem to be members of the Bandit Guild.

"It's been a while. How is Mr. Dorothy?

"Yeah. She's doing fine, too. There was a little commotion, but thanks to you, we were able to calm down around ourselves. I do it the old-fashioned way, but it's turning around fine, yeah."

Around you is... a metaphor for the recent state of the Bandit Guild.

The faction led by Randolph, who assassinated the former guild chief, has disintegrated, the policy of the bandit guild has been put back on track, and order has returned to the society behind Termwilds, and so on.

"That's more than anything."

Isabella snorts with a deeper grin when she answers.

"So, right? Sometimes I extended my legs to a nearby liquor store in an attempt to change my mood, and this is how I was indulgent... when I was talking to the innkeeper, apparently during the day, you were talking about the leftovers who made a scene in the West End staying in this inn. If it's true, the ambassador came to talk to my husband about how difficult this is."

"... I see"

The Bandit Guild has nothing to do with it. I just wanted to say that this happened by accident. The master of the inn nods, as he takes over after Isabella, whom he says softly.

"If it gets in your ear, you'll naturally come and check out the room they were staying in, right? I don't know what to add or subtract. I also thought it would be difficult for us to be roughed up inside the inn by the masses... No, if the ambassador himself is going to take care of it, he's very welcome."

And the master of the bearded inn laughs.

... No. There's also a bitter smile on this face.

Well...... sure. Finding out about the inn and letting my husband explain and investigate the rooms used by the guests means that Isabella was preparing all the meals, although the bones break considerably more than it is a business on the other side.

Except for the whiteness, can't you tell me again that there is reason in the story? Perhaps the words of Inn's master are true as they are, and Isabella is doing it for the convenience of Inn's master beside doing the work of a bandit guild.

"Right. I've heard rumors that they were staying here, too. If I could investigate, that would be a very good story."

"Of course. At times like this, it's the right merchant to cooperate with you happily."

And that's the way it goes. It seems to carry things smoothly and most importantly, yeah.