"What have you lost?"

Viscount Augrain smiled at Viscount Roguesia's words. Apparently he's been finishing cleaning up the house, and I'm guessing he has the grand confidence to say that there's no evidence even if he gets sued. He looks ridiculous and looks down on Viscount Rogue Shea, staring sharply at him.

"What the hell did I do? With all my dedication, I have been supporting your cause for years. Now, your books are in black."

"Viscount Augrain, will you refrain from speaking? I will hear from Viscount Rogue Shea."

A cleric blocks Viscount Augrain from talking with a pepper. The Viscount glanced at the cleric annoyingly as he clogged his words for a long time. He finally mouths heavily after dropping a spear stone poke at the cuttlefish and the floor so that the gendarmerie standing behind the Viscount threatens him.

"So, Viscount Rogue Shea. Continue what you just said."

Once again, prompted by a man from the judicial public, Viscount Rogue Shea seemed to consider his accusations to be heartfelt horrible.

My face turns pale as I look at it, my shoulders fall off. He finally opened his mouth as neighbor Faelia took that arm in a bewildering but caring manner.

"Yes.... in short, I was going to sue him for the poisoning symptoms from the beeswax I was producing in his business with Viscount Augrain"

"Poisoning symptoms? Is that... is that true?

I guess I didn't expect such a word to come out in such a small referee setting. The face of a man in a judicial public house is distorted by surprise and suspicion.

"Yes, I saw a faint but still dependent - it was Viscount Augrain who brought in the beeswax production method. He was signing a manufacturing law contract for safety coverage."

Side by side Viscount Roguesia, who began his conversation softly offered tea before me, where the attentive gendarmerie took a round-the-earth position. He asks for a few zero drops on the receptacle and looks poisonous, then he pulls back. Is the boulder the gendarmerie of Wangdu? It was a good and really smart distribution.

Now, while I was gracefully sipping tea, Viscount Roguesia's statement had turned the faces of both the man and the cleric in the judicial public house into pale ones.

Says he began producing its dependent beeswax five years ago, leaving the wholesale route to Viscount Augrain. Apart from that beeswax, we also produce beeswax for normal trade, and although there are not so many differences in the way the two beeswax are manufactured, there are no poisoning symptoms on that beeswax.

"What the hell is the difference between two beeswaxes?

"It… roughly means adding resin that can be removed from Lembian fruit during wax purification."

"Renvia's? No way. Lembian flowers are not toxic."

The cleric frowned. Indeed, it is assumed that the Lembian flowers themselves are not toxic. If that works for that flower, which is often grown as a horticultural species, it should be widely known to people.

"That's... when you mix the squeezed resin from the ripe fruit with the honey and burn it, that smoke becomes addictive.

"You've never even heard of it..."

"Lembian fruits become strong odours that stain the eyes and nose when ripe, so basically everything grown picks up the fruit at some point"

"Ha... I see"

The man in the judicial public service, who would have left all the management of the plants to the gardener, nodded vaguely. On the other hand, the clergyman snorts as if he had met someone who had also taken care of plants in a monastery.

"Indeed, if that beeswax addiction and manufacturing law deed of sale were admitted as evidence, as you put it, Viscount Augrain would be guilty of fraudulently hanging Viscount Roguesia and smuggling drugs into the country. I'm sure you will also be guilty of involvement in drug trafficking…"

"Wait, I'm not part of that! It's all Viscount Rogue Shea cod out. I don't know anything about plants. How do you know how to manufacture such poisons?"

So Viscount O'Grain roughed up his voice so that he could not be overjoyed.

"In the first place, you would already know! That I secretly confessed a few days ago that Viscount Rogue Shea was suspected of tax evasion. He's trying to cover up his wrongdoing, he's trying to plunge me!

"What!?

Viscount Rogue Shea, who was calm, finally rose to take his seat in the words of Viscount Augrain.

Sipping a delicious cup of tea instead of the gendarmerie's, now it was time to kata this place where the mess started to get so bad that I waved a hint at Oscar who was holding back behind me and gave him a signal.

I admire how adults lie all the time.

Relying on the information network of the Earl of Teresia for the sake of looking at this matter as the limits of his previous ability to gather information, the ugly back of the contention between the two Viscounts was clear to me as much as I could think of, and I just turned back to its well-rounded two tongues.