As I turned the corner of the hallway, I saw someone fall down ahead of me.
Go by and check. Lie face down on your back with your mouth wide open to scream something with your face drawn to fear. A full-bodied garment with a good body and an embroidery of gold thread that seems expensive. Definitely. Gallard Shrik, the owner of this mansion, is the same person who decorated the front entrance.
The door to the room close to where he was lying is half-open.
As Taketo closed Garrard's eyelids with his palm, he stood up and approached the door.
Perhaps looking at the room, it seemed like a bedroom. A huge antique pot and painting is decorated on the wall. This may be Gallard's room, but it's not a flattering hobby.
I entered the room and glanced at it, but I still didn't see Mandragola here.
However, I noticed a wooden box in the shape of a safe on the side table by the bed. The wooden box had three padlocks, but now the door was open and nothing was in it.
Was it in here?
And this is Brigitta who came next door and peeked into the wooden box.
The tacket nods small. Probably put Mandragora in here.
And maybe he only opened the door when he needed it, and used his predictive ability to get the information he needed.
But today, I made Mandragora angry with some kind of applause. And it was this catastrophe that led to it.
Having a Mandragora yields significant returns, but the risk is also enormous. If you just lose your mood, it will be catastrophic.
Still, it's a pretty small cage. When I think about being pushed into a box with no windows like this, I feel sorry for putting aside my fear of Mandragora.
A beast is a creature. I wonder what Mandragora thought after being locked up in this cramped box all day.
(That makes you want to be angry...)
Taketto thinks he would be angry in less than half a day.
There was nothing else in Gallard's room that seemed to help, so I left the room. Karon rushes in there.
It smells like wine from there.
It seems that Kalon's nose, with its unusual sense of smell, captured the smell. Red wine was probably Mandragola's favorite.
As I followed the smell, I found it in front of a door. One side of the double-open door is open. Caron, who tried to get in quickly, grabbed his clothes and took control.
Then show the floor with your fingers. There, I don't know if I didn't close my eyes, but the shiny shizuku that was illuminated by the candles fell down. Shizukuishi continues from inside the room and stretches toward the end of the hallway. When I touched the shizukuishi on the floor with my fingers and lit the candle light, it looked faintly red. When Karon smells and checks, he nods loudly. After all, it looks like red wine.
I checked the inside of the door just in case, and it looked like a food warehouse. There are no windows, and there are several shelves in the hinterland, storing meat and vegetables that would have been used for dinner this evening. There was a staircase leading to the basement on the floor between the shelf and the shelf. When I get off it, I go into a small room. There were wine bottles lined up neatly on the shelves placed by the wall. Looks like a wine cellar.
There are several broken bottles rolling on the floor, creating a puddle of wine. Apparently, the red wine shizukushi outside the room continued from here.
However, there was no sign of the beast we were looking for here either.
Then, it is likely that there is a mandragola after that shizukuishi. The taxis leave the food warehouse. At that time, Louisa, who was walking next door, murmured something as if she were irritated. No, I couldn't hear my voice because I had an earplug, but I was somehow made to know what I was murmuring about with my mouth movements. Unexpectedly, the tacket stopped its feet. Louisa,
"This is crazy... where the hell have you been?"
I felt like I was muttering.
I intuit that this would already be completely black in his attitude as if he had known there was Mandragora here in advance. He was the one who decided to go to the food warehouse. Maybe Louisa wanted to get us here.
The tacket gently reached for the holster, which was lowered to the waist. Grabbing the grip of the Spirit Gun, he stuck his muzzle to his back.
Then Louisa stopped. His slowly turned face had no surprise or confusion, but a lowly smile distorting the edge of his mouth. And when you remove the cloth that was stuck in your ear, you talk to me.
Taketo hesitated for a moment what to do with Mandragora nearby, but he couldn't talk with his earplugs on. I cut off the earplug in one ear.
"Hey, now you can talk decently. Damn, deafness is hard to imagine."
Louisa's words are so light that she doesn't think she has a gun on her back.
"... you. You're not a guard. Reinforcements are a lie."
"Why do you think that?
Taketo fires a Spirit Gun to be able to fire at any time. There must have been a vibration in Louisa.
"Shoes."
"... shoes?
It must have been an unexpected response. Louisa makes a blatant voice.
"You said you came into this mansion after us. But your shoes don't look wet at all. That means that you came to this mansion before it rained. Isn't that right?"
Louisa just shrugged her shoulders, asking about the tacket. Still, Taketo keeps talking.
"Crazy, you must be territorializing this area or something. There's a big market nearby. So, you heard the First Reporter sneaking in early, or were you bribed by an acquaintance guard? But when I saw Mandragora, it wasn't very controllable. That's why they came in and tried to use us."
Taketo said with a voice that pushed back and strengthened his tone. It is still raining outside. Lightning and lightning ran through the window, illuminating the hallway for a moment. As the thunderbolts roared, Louisa shook her shoulders with a little laughter.
"How long have you known?
"The corpse in the living room. There was a different body in there. Isn't that one of yours? You took that guard's clothes from the guard who came in at first, didn't you?
This time, Louisa laughed with a loud voice.
"Famous Answer. You're amazing. I didn't do the matrix. Shouldn't I be a guard? Otherwise, they're just a bunch of cowards.
The guards guard the city and castle, so to speak, like the police. Originally from a detective's tacket, it was like a colleague.
"If you don't know we're matrices, you know what we do, right? You think I'm gonna miss you poaching the Beast?
"That's right....!
Louisa suddenly kicked around. The Spirit Gun is about to be shot in the foot, and the Tacket jumps back to avoid attack. To be honest, guns are not suitable for melee combat. I don't have time to aim, and I don't have enough bullets in this gun to shoot bullshit.
Louisa turned around and pulled out her hip sword. It's a one-bladed, elongated saber that the guards always hang on their hips. Pretending it up, I waved it down toward the tacket.
Although the tacket avoids it being critical, the edge of the sleeve is cut and the muscles of blood seep thinly into the arm.
(Dammit... I wish I had a knife for this kind of time)
When Louisa tried to slash him again with the knife she returned, a voice rang from the back of the hallway.
"Taketo! Mandragora! There he is! It's the study upstairs!
It was Brigitta's voice. In response to that voice, he thought that Louisa's movements had stopped for a moment, and he turned around and ran towards Brigitta.
"Shit! Brigitta, there you go! He's a poacher!