at the gendarmerie filling.
This is more in the back of the deputies' office than the Knights' Stuff.
I have been brought to a place like the interview room where I am being questioned.
This is what you do to your kids...... what if they get traumatized?
"You are a child, so there will be no magic interrogation. So can you be honest with me? Involvement with Smernioff, and why did you forge these documents? This is made quite sophisticated. It must have been made by an extra writer. Shall I also tell you the name of the man?
"It's real. Have you been confirmed by your deputy?
"Are you still saying that? If the deputy finds out about this, you could end up in slavery, right? That's why we're listening to each other. Can you understand that?
I see. Are you trying to calm me down because of what I did to my child? I guess you're also considering my parents.
Then I'll change my attitude a little too.
"Thank you for your concern. So can you just ask your deputy if he's visited the Martins in the past week? Why didn't they ask you what you were doing with the flow?
"Do you still say that? Well, that's good. Your house will be here soon. Then let me talk to you again.
Can't you do this?
Sort of. I guess it's my mother who's coming.
My mother knows everything about this permit and how it went, so it's no problem.
My mother came to me after losing so much.
Alone. Did he come in the gendarmerie carriage?
"Curse, you kept me waiting. I'm going home.
"Please wait. Let me talk to you..."
"I'm calling my deputy here. Ask me from him. Also, if you want to ask Curse again about the investigation, please come to our house. No other contact will be allowed on this matter.
Wow...... I'm in advanced aristocratic mode (and I call it on my own). Cool.
"What!? So really!?
"I don't know what Curse said, but he's not a nagging lying kid. I also intend to know about your work in the gendarmerie, so I am not going to make things rough.
"Wow, I get it. Then I would like to hear from your deputy before judging.
"Curse, I'm leaving. Get in."
In the carriage.
"Thank you, Mother. Thanks for your help. You didn't believe one of my stories. [M]
"I don't think Curse spoke too well. You'd better have a childish tone a little older.
That's right, Mother. I haven't even seen the crime scene. You know that much?
"Really? You wanted to talk like a nobleman, didn't you? Yeah, but I'm an adventurer, so don't you have to think about that?
"Sure, fine. Speak in a way that suits your position.
"That's why your mother was so cool earlier!
"Ugh, even so, the gendarmerie is used to investigating criminals and colleagues, but it's not for kids, is it?
Within that day two members of the earlier gendarmerie came to apologize. I forgave you and your mother happily.
Because I also felt like trying to shelter me from the two of you.
Well, that kind of strange credentials? Title? Wouldn't it be bad for the deputy who thought about I just wanted a gold lending business license.
Well, you look extra suspicious because you don't need permission but you have a permit or something.
From now on, let's not make it look lighter on the bottom end.
Then I told him again exactly about Xao. He's the perpetrator of this case...
Even the gendarmerie seems to be stuck in the investigation.
If you think about it, almost anyone can do it. It's a kutanuto attack.
The demonic realm is still scary that there is such an easy way to destroy Kutanutu.
So what's the real killer?
From Alec's story...... it seems that all sorts of senior aristocrats will pull their legs when the pioneering is about to succeed, but not this time.
So you're not afraid of the power of the Ajani family?
A party that doesn't like the Aghani family getting any more power?
You can't possibly tell me such a difficult situation, and we all know so much what I think. I guess deputies talk about awesome things and do it well.
By the way, my apologies, and they're replacing Xao's debt with the gendarmerie. I got about twenty-six pieces of gold.
That's what you tried to trample down the treatment center charges for, and you're a definite slave for life. Oh, pathetic.