Genius Scammers Want an Easy Life After Reincarnation

Albert leaked a sneer as he watched the conversation.

Pour wine from the bottle and stir the glass.

"Lies, bluffs, bluffs."

"What an honor it is to keep it as a compliment. Murder, disguise of an accident, execution for an innocent crime, and you're worth it."

"Kuku, if that's what you're saying, why don't you give me some proof? However, if you really have it, but..."

With a leisurely smile, I raise my hands to Albert as I surrender. [M]

"... there is definitely no evidence. All the execution was left to subordinates, who were also regularly disposed of and replaced. You did really well."

"Of course. Well, even if there was evidence, it wouldn't make me guilty."

No, I can do it.

Albert frowned.

"Easy, if you don't have proof, you can make it. Tell Swen where the body is and leave a trail of you on it."

"... are you going to give me proof?

"Yes, just like you once wiped Alec Norrent with the crime of patchworker."

Albert drops his gaze at the sound of a patter.

There is an old notebook on the table.

Celia, who stood up from the sofa, looked down with her red eyes.

"It's a notebook left by Alec Norrent. Don't you recognize him?

"There's no way. You think this is evidence?

"That's right. Seven years ago, you looked around with your bloody eyes."

"Hmm!?

The moment I heard that, Albert grabbed his notebook in a demonic form.

When I thought I had cast magic on the ring shaped red magic tool, the notebook quickly fell into ash.

Albert smiles like a winning smile.

"If you were always calm and careful, you wouldn't have eaten the food that was thrown in front of you. You were alarmed when I said," No evidence. ”

"... hmm. Say whatever you want. The evidence just burned out."

"It's a dummy to see how you react. The real thing is still here."

Peek through the notebook from the gap in the robe.

He turned to me to draw Albert's attention. [M]

Your pupils are dilated, your eyebrow root is close, and your eyes are under pressure. Even I know the warning signs of an attack.

"Gh!

There's no way Risha's gonna miss it.

A baton-shaped magic tool was shaken down in the right hand, which was stretched out to the table.

Even without magic, the magic equipment that weighs there is like a blunt weapon.

I don't think my bones are broken, but my right hand won't be used for a while.

"Well, sit down, Albert. I'll give you one chance."

"Ah, a chance...?

Rest your right arm and sit back down with Albert distorting his face in pain.

"Admit publicly that Alec Norrent was guilty of the“ patchworker "and regain his honor. And if I sincerely apologize to Celia, I will not pursue any further crimes. I will also destroy this notebook and bring the truth to Lukul and Yuri."

"... what guarantee do you have that your promise will be kept?

Stand up and shake your feet down on the table.

"Hey, think about it. Are you in a position to say such luxury now? If you don't want it, just publish it and ask Celia to apologize. Of course, on the guillotine where my father was killed."

"- No, you don't have to."

Reception room doors open unexpectedly.

While everyone was gazing at you, only Swen was staring at me.

"Risha, stand by!

Cover Celia as she screams and distance herself from Sweden.

"Hyah!

Yuri screamed.

For a moment, when Swedish hands seemed to shake, they were thrust into Lukulu, who reacted aggressively.

When he took Yuri staggering, he turned his gaze back towards Risha and the others.

"It's a good reaction."

Swen says with an unexpected face.

"Without Rosie's voice....."

Yeah, that was close.

A knife thought to have been thrown stuck next to Risha, who holds the dagger, and the magical remnants scattered around Lukulu, pointing out a baton-shaped magic tool.

"Elves protect humans, and humans act to protect elves - oh, wonderful."

Hearing the words as if they had taken the form of joy overflowing from the bottom of her heart, Celia leaned down with a sad look.

I know the pain of not wanting to believe it.

His father was executed, his family was separated, and there was only one person close to him to whom Celia could rely.

... but this is reality.

"You're late, Master."

The man walks in here with a piece of work that carries the cooking done.

"--Or shall I call you" Patchworker ”?"

A three-day moon-shaped smile with a knife.

Yuri, who was holding her arm, trembled her shoulders.

Should I say creepy or not knowledgeable? Anyway, "it” wasn't a good master in the dining bar.

Yes, it is.

I was possessed by the justice I believed in and the ideals that I should call endless obsession, obsession, delusion... just monsters.