Herscherik (Reincarnated Prince Series)

The place was a very beautiful room. Furniture meticulously crafted in gold, animal dandruff figurines, large abstract paintings overlooking the fireplace.

Marx and I, Hershelik, who entered the designated room, were fed up inside looking around. Because this room seemed expensive and seemed like a gold hobby to him, always surrounded by first-class items from the royal castle.

Even so, the furniture in my room made of the finest materials would be twice as good as the furniture in this room.

Hershelik does not know exactly the price of his own furniture in the outer palace of the royal castle. The furniture currently in use in his room is "simple and functional," Hershelik hopes, prepared by the outhouse management officer.

For the first time in the room, Hershelik was satisfied with the calm atmosphere of the chic shades, but just in case he checked to see if there were any tricks, Crowe looked at the desk and furniture and was tense for a moment.

Without missing it, Hershelik asked his lead butler, who hesitated for a moment but opened his mouth.

"This furniture is pretty expensive.

"What!?

Hershelik solidifies and looks at the furniture. Many times I look at it, it just looks like a simple piece of furniture made from mass production from a mass retailer in a previous life.

"This table, for example. It's simple to build, but it's made from the finest wood, and it has the artisanal name of being said to be the best in the country. So much so that they say they've been waiting five years to get this craftsman's furniture. This is all for a few pieces of gold. And this couch..."

"Cro, I'm sorry. If I ask any more, I won't be able to use the furniture.

Hershelik, who was unconsciously luxurious in taxes, is depressed. I just don't need to use what I have prepared. So at first, it was a terrifying situation, and now it's a normal situation to use.

Hershelik looks up to his brother, who sits on the couch of a gold hobby and sits next to him.

Marx was apparently in a good mood, singing his nose. I was worried that it would be all right after this for a moment, but it was about my brother who was perfect earlier. I'm sure he'll be fine. Speaking of which, this was the first time I had been with my brother for a long time.

Ever since I was reincarnated, I have met my father a lot, but I have met my brothers face to face. Sometimes it was full of things about me.

When I looked at my brother again, I had eyes. I was sneaking up on the observation, and it got a little awkward. Hershelik laughed bitterly and deluded himself, while recalling that he had not thanked him for speaking of it.

"Thank you, Brother Marx.

Marx smiles to Hershelik, whom he thanks. Unlike the smile I had shown your ladies earlier, it was a natural smile.

"I don't need any salutations and Mark is fine. Don't worry about it, because I wanted to help out with something too.

Hershelik tilts his neck to his brother, who looks a little lonely. And Hershelik followed around saying that it would be against Oran, who is not here.

"I couldn't do anything two years ago.

So for Marx, the wish from Hershelik was a help boat.

Time goes back a week before the night club that set the trap.

In the seventh prince's chamber in the outer palace, Oran opened his eyes to the material Crowe had copied using tools. Because there was a familiar name on the list of officials. The nobleman died of illness at the same time that the medicine stopped appearing two years ago.

He was impressed by the fact that he had greeted his fiancée several times in a social setting.

Hershelik gives Kro instructions to do a background check on him immediately.

And the investigation confirmed that he had a large debt and that the debt had been repaid in a short period of time.

"Definitely. He tipped off the information, took it for a price, and sold the medicine. Treasury humans who were otherwise involved in the transaction are already dead due to similar conditions. The Chamber of Commerce of the counterparty that received the information is already crushed.

The case is connected to the medicine.

However, Hershelik lurks his eyebrows in a state where he can only assume that he manually erased all traces.

"But Prince, they are already dead and not in this world. Who sells drugs now?

Hershelik nods at Oran's doubts. His doubts were the best. But Hershelik has already put around the question.

"Cro, what roster did you ask for?

"This way.

It was another document that I gave him. There was a social gathering in Wangdu two years ago from spring to summer… it is a roster of participants in nightclubs and tea parties.

"How did you collect it?

Clo laughs silently at Oran. Hershelik also wanted to ask for a moment, but he is a former spy and alias. I guess it's easy to gather information.

Hershelik writes on the roster with several colored ink fountain pens.

First, I will mark the official aristocrats who were bringing up the medicine. Next, I surrounded the names of various people with different colors.

"The suspicious cause of death two years ago, those involved in the information leakage of the drug, are present at all social venues… there is also the name of Oran's fiancée.

Where people interact with Oran's fiancée and the spill of drug information. In other words, it was possible that the social place itself was the place to trade. Oran frowned at the Hershelik's words.

"I followed her wherever she went... she never bought anything from him.

"But I haven't been watching, there could have been collaborators at the time.

She shouldn't have bought drugs in front of her fiancée either. It's possible that maybe more than one person was a trafficker.

Oran shuts up about Hershelik's allegations. Because I certainly wasn't observing her for four or six hours.

"Next, here's a very recent roster of social places from when medication would have started coming out recently, as well as a roster of suspicious deaths, whether ill or accidental.

Even Oran would have figured it out if he'd given us the paperwork so far.

"I mean, like two years ago, you think this social place is the place to trade?

"I think it's likely.

In the first place, Hershelik was caught up in the fact that the medicine was only available between the wealthy and the aristocrats. If you want to go out in the back, you can go out more amongst ordinary people. But this medicine is only available to the aristocrats and the wealthy.

Besides, the average person knew the rumors but rarely actually used them. Crowe confirmed that it is very expensive for ordinary people to get their hands on it.

"This means that the drug itself targets nobles and wealthy people… medicines that target customers with high unit costs.

And nobles who care about the outside world. You shouldn't want to tell the outside that your body is dead because of the medicine. Then it is not a good idea for the Police Department to proceed with the investigation and discover the use of the medicine. There would have been pressure from senior officials, but Hershelik adds that the result of the victim's refusal to investigate may have also been that obnoxious investigation. The exception would be Oran, but now Oran's fiancée's house is apparently ill and dead, even though her only daughter may have died of debilitating medication, and she went to the province after doing business.

"Gold gathers even in smaller quantities if the unit price is higher. And I can pay my debts right away.

The medicine would have stopped coming out because an official who was a seller had died of illness. Even when it comes to death or illness, it is suspicious whether it is really death or illness. Cutting it off, all the humans involved in the spill of the drug disappeared. As if it had been set up.

And this time, the fact that the drug started coming out again can only mean that someone is working for a purpose.

(... did you dare put it down for two years?

The worst anticipation has passed Hershelik's head, but he shakes his head and kicks the idea out. Now I have to solve the case in front of me.

I'll be checking the roster with the victims of the incident right away. And look for common attendees at all night clubs on the social roster where the victim left off.

He said, "Oh."

Oran spits out his words bitterly. Hershelik asks him to reveal his anger.

"Oran, do you know?

"…… who was telling her, who was a friend.

The name was a nobleman who also called himself a friend. Oran, a knight in the college, and a correctional discipline organized with only aristocratic students, he was a fit friend.... Yes, Oran thought.

His name is Ignatz Emby. Being a junior aristocrat, he was a good grader and an interesting and fun friend to talk to. So Oran trusted him, introduced him to his fiancée, and dated him as a friend.

But Oran's credibility with him was shattered at the same time he found out the facts in his fiancé's diary.

When he found out he had pushed her, Oran couldn't do anything because at the time he stuffed himself in Ignaz but he didn't commit a criminal act. Instead, I couldn't mention it any more because it hurts her honor enough to make a scene.

(He took her………)

Oran unconsciously grips the pattern of the sword. I wanted to tear him apart right away.

But Hershelik shakes his head as he perceives his mood.

"Oran, no. There is still no evidence at the speculation stage.

"But…………!

"I know. But even though there is no evidence, there is no guilt.

"Then what am I supposed to do!

Hershelik leaks a sigh to the yelling Oran.

(Oran is pretty short-tempered?... No, I'm not.

Hershelik immediately denied what he thought.

(Everyone does if they unreasonably deprive their loved ones.

Oran has reason to be able to separate his emotions and deal with calm deposition. Otherwise, there will be no remorse in the royal family for him to become Hershelik's lead knight.

But when it comes to his lost fiancée, it significantly diminished his judgment ability.

Losing someone you love leaves so much wound.

Oran is right, it can't stay like this. I have to hit something with my hand.

I'm not willing to forgive them for what they did either.

"If you don't have proof, you can make it.

Hershelik laughs. The way you laugh is so evil.

"What's the meaning of this... do you even make it up?

"I wouldn't do that.

Denying Cro's doubts, Hershelik puts his hand on his chin.

I have a plan in me. I would be able to do so if I could get the two of you to help me prepare below.

"But if it's just me, I don't have enough actors…………"

I'm a little weak on my own for the trick I've been thinking about. Or it could not be dealt with.

"What's wrong......... ah.

Hershelik turns on the person that comes to mind. But that was a very good bet.

It could collapse the image of my five-year-old that my family has accumulated so far.

Hershelik understood that he was different. The contents are a good old woman in her thirties, but the appearance is a five-year-old. What happens if that five-year-old says or acts out of proportion to his age? If I were you, I would put you in the hospital immediately.

So when dealing with family members and others, Hershelik dared to create harmless characters for five-year-olds if necessary and played them with great care. So there are unlimited numbers of people who know his nature.

(But……………)

Hershelik looked at Oran. This is the only way I could help my knight with this sunset hair and solve the case.

"Belly, do you bracket……………"

Hershelik shrugged and rose from his favorite couch.

A room in the outer palace of the Kingdom of Gracis, late at night, Marx was welcoming a sudden visitor. Marx, a military affiliate, is the only private time to sleep after finishing his evening meal. When I was reading a book on the couch, a servant with a room told me about a sudden visitor.

"Hershelik?

Raise your gaze from the book and tilt your neck. Looking up at the clock, time is already close to midnight. It was a surprise in itself that he, the youngest of the princes, was awake to this hour. Besides, it was the first time he had asked me in a private room.

Hershelik, brought here by his servant, did not have a single usual young atmosphere. Make sure the servant who prepared the tea leaves the room, and Marx sees Hershelik.

(What's wrong?

Hershelik, who, as I said, looks up to him, is completely different from his usual temperate atmosphere.

(Maybe this was before!?

Speaking of which, the last prince was mistaken for not knowing very well. Could it be about that? An unpleasant sweat erupted.

I don't know if I know Marx like that, Hershelik turns his belly and looks at him.

"Brother Marx, I have a favor to ask you. Please help me.

"...... What?

Marx replies to Hershelik, who changed the atmosphere. Marx noticed a small change in Hershelik's name, but dared not say it to his mouth and waited for the next word.

Hershelik told me everything he was investigating about the drug case and that he had the help of his brother to solve the case.

Marx figured out that it wasn't bullshit, although it wasn't what he thought the five-year-old had looked into.

It was so rational. It's ridiculous to doubt an explanation without a hole.

"I really wanted to do something about it myself......"

Hershelik bites his lips.

"But I can't do it.

Marx is also convinced of his words. His strategy… bait is important in the operation. The five-year-old, and the seventh prince Hershelik, is not very attractive as bait. I guess that's why you asked yourself, the first prince, for help.

"Okay.

Marx nods. It is very easy for me to make amends two years ago by feeding myself. Besides, he is the first prince and in a more responsible position than Hershelik.

The last prince didn't have a brother who couldn't help even though he was trying, and he wanted to do something about it.

Hershelik smiles happily at the words. It was Marx's first look at Hershelik's vegetables.

(... and if the case is solved, I might be able to decide too.

Since that day two years ago, I've been postponing my worries for so long that I might be able to decide.

"Then Brother Mark, with Hershey about me too.

Hershey grinning, and throwing her gaze at the door. Marx, like his brother, turned his gaze to the door.

"Hershey, it's show time...... I'll never miss it.

Saying so, Marx had a very luscious smile.