Clearly, Celine took a seat to greet a noble figure, but Trian blocked her before that.
"Stay seated. My name is Trian Waltrail. I have the Lord of the Earl of Waltrail."
Saying that, he sat on an empty chair. It was the same when I met you before, but apparently it's not just the night shop that doesn't look noble.
... and that's fine, yeah. Why are you sitting next to me, even though I have a seat that looks like a seat? Such a Trian gently whispers to my ears when he leans against me.
"Long time no see, Masao. I thought I'd see you again."
A warm breath falls on my ear. I really want you to give me a break. I mean, am I Masao?... ah, speaking of which, I used a pseudonym long before they asked me my name! I don't know what to do with this shit.
─ I'm a frank person, but when I get on too well, it's the aristocrats who say, "Ha ha, you're rude. Kill him." So I think oniichan should stay awake too.... ah, after you've done it already, Masao oniichan?
Nicolas told me a story about her chase. Tough. I felt my stomach ache when I was nine.
"So, Morrison?
Trian calls out to one of the two men standing in an upright position in front of the door.
If you look closely, this man was also seen at Camilla's store Iris. He must have been the direct boss of the soldiers who came with him.
"According to reports from the gatekeepers, these are C-Class Adventurer Celine, the aspiring ester of the adventurer. This child... is Marc and Nicolas, twin brothers and sisters."
"Marc?... I see."
Trian looked at me sadly and lowered his eyebrows and sighed, "Hmm..." - On my neck.
From there, his breath came up softly in my nose. I may have been a little distracted by the smell, but I get angry on the contrary because of the kind of good smell.
"... you didn't trust me..."
"Well, that's..."
When I'm stuck in words, Trian shakes his head quietly with his eyes down.
"It's okay. The fantasy of rising walls of identity between nobles and civilians is still high. I know how you feel. [M] I don't care, do I?
When Trian whispered, he gently grabbed my hand under the table. At that moment, there was a birdskin standing all over me, and an unprecedented level of chills ran around. But I don't have the courage to wave this hand now.
Incidentally, Celine seemed to realize that I was using a pseudonym, with her hands hanging on her forehead, Nicolas chewing on Nyonyo's smile, Estelle seemed nervous, and she wasn't walking around like she was holding her breath.
In such a situation, Trian turned to the front and sounded a beautiful voice worthy of being handsome.
"Well, you've been summoned all of a sudden, and it must have been quite a surprise. But I don't think our proposal is that bad, so please relax your shoulders and listen. Morrison, please."
"Ha!... I'm Morrison, Commander of the Knights of Walt Trail. I want to explain the situation."
Morrison's face wasn't like that night when Camilla was delighted, but he raised his eyebrows sharply and boosted his chest.
"The bandits you captured - they have no name, and we call them Phantom Mist. And the Phantom Fog, as a result of our investigation, has been deeply involved in a number of missing residents cases that have been occurring in the territory for the past few years, but for which we have no clues at all."
"These cautious criminals often take a long time to investigate, but apparently they gave me a clean confession.... I wonder if you had any scary eyes at all?
Trian snaps his mouth to make it up to him and looks around at us with interest.
The early confession was perhaps influenced by the weakness of the body and mind with the magic drain - and Trian and I met and smiled nicely.
Hmm, I have a bad feeling like being read inside my heart. Speaking of which, Iris' sisters said the same thing, and they didn't have a good reputation for handsome women.
"Keep talking. The abducted residents were said to have been sold as slaves, but suspicions emerged that some chambers of commerce in the Territory were involved in the transaction. Of course, abduction of slaves is not permissible, and if anyone doing business in the territorial capital violates the law, it is a serious problem, and we started the investigation immediately."
Once Morrison stopped there, he blurred his face with regret.
"... the investigation is currently ongoing, but the speed and accuracy of the initial investigation are key, and I want to minimize information leakage. If you think of the Chamber of Commerce, there is a danger that evidence will be destroyed.... we're worried that something might leak information from your mouth."
Once Morrison took a big breath there, he shouted at his last job.
"... so for a while, you were under our surveillance! It is this summoning that announces this!
Morrison, who finished his explanation, breathes softly and looks around at us. Celine raised her hand gently.
"Can I ask you a question?
"Allow"
"Well, what about Garrett? Shouldn't he have called him here?
When Celine answers her natural question, Morrison immediately returns the answer.
"It may not be convincing from your point of view, but it is still possible that he was the head of the Phantom Mist and an acquaintance of the Phantom Mist. I'm watching while I can swim. If we stay clear, we'll be able to go back to routine without realizing we're being watched."
"In that case, we shouldn't have put them under direct surveillance, could we have monitored them remotely?
"When there are four people under surveillance, we need to allocate a reasonable number of people, but one of the reasons is that we want to turn people over to the investigation now. And one more thing, you're good enough to neutralize a dozen bandits. Given the hassle of being noticed by surveillance, it's best to explain the situation."
"Yes... So how long does it take to be put under surveillance?
When Celine, who was listening to the conversation standing still, asked without changing her expression, Morrison responded without moving her expression muscles.
"It'll be a week."
In Morrison's response, she saw Nicolas pointing her mouth at her dissatisfaction. I am postponed for a week where I can go home soon. Even if it was originally scheduled for two nights, it would not change to an extension.
In the last part of the marathon just before the goal, the distance to the goal will not suddenly be too long. I know how Nicolas feels about seeing her parents soon.
Celine, who was staring at Nicolas as well as I, frowned sympathetically. And as I tried to open my mouth, Trian shouted first to control it.
"Of course, the sooner we finish, the sooner we can let it go, and I promise I won't extend it for more than a week. Besides, I'm not putting you under house arrest. If you keep your mouth shut about the bandits and let one or two of our designated people accompany you, you can spend the rest of your time freely.... hmm, yeah, I'll make it easier for you to stay."
"Dear Trian, that's...!
When Morrison opened his eyes to surprise, Trian nodded.
"I invite you to my castle. You may be on a quick journey, but could you lower your drinks?
Stay in the castle!? I don't want to get involved with the nobles, but if I say I'm not interested in what kind of food I eat and what kind of life I live, it's a lie.
If there's nothing you can do about it, it's better to enjoy a rare opportunity... What a thought, looking at Nicolas, the pointy mouth slightly returned to its original position. If that's the case, it's settled.