I Shall Survive Using Potions!

"Hey..."

Obviously abnormal.

Hihin, Buhin and the mysterious girl alternating with the horses.

The situation I just think I'm in conversation with the horses and the reaction of the horses.

The Viscount family, too rigid together, but only Marial, the current contemporary, was solidified not by surprise, but by another emotion.

(Oh, a little sooner, if I could only meet this girl! Then I might have been able to talk to Carlos before he died...)

Apparently Marial was taught that Carlos died suddenly.

And the conversation between Caorle and the horses continues, regardless of the thoughts of the Viscounts.

"Oh, I'm here with the touch that I'm an animal doctor. I have to do something like that. Are you hurt or sick or something? I'll fix you up. And if you have any demands on the people here, I'll tell them. '

"" "." "" 'Is it true? Aaaaaaah!!

And after a while a conversation called Buhin Buhin was exchanged.

"This passenger horse kid says, 'My butt hurts when a man I don't like puts an unnecessary whip in my worries'. Did anyone lend it to a fucking man who abuses horses?

"" "Eh..." "

That, you know, I can't think of anything other than my uncle.

"And the other passenger horse child said, 'I'm not feeling well on my right knee because the man I sold off to the stable to dispose of Lord Carlos rides rough'..."

"Huh!"

"" Ah... "

Surprised by the first half of Caorle's words, Marial complains and the old man with the deacon and stables who once again solidifies, exposed in an unexpected way to her young mistress that she had decided to keep a secret.

But that wasn't the only bomb.

If the previous one was a 50-kilo bomb, the next one was a nuclear bomb.

"And this carriage horse, he seems to be a little spiritually involved." I don't like to put on board the murderer who attacked your husband and his son. I don't want to let you ride with a deceitful lady '... "

"" "Yeah, yeah, yeah!!

Stunning. Stunning.

"Well, that's... what the hell is that..."

"No, nothing, just that the horses are saying that, and I don't know anything. What else is not well..."

Though I have to care and support Marial, who shudders gawdly with a bright blue face, and Marial, who, if true, could fall, butlers full of themselves, not very much.

"It's hard to run because the wheels on one carriage are weird and I stop to the left. He says," I want something sweet every once in a while, because there's a beard in this kid's saddle. "

And all the matters Caorle pointed out were confirmed to be true by the old man at the stables.

It's on the butt, a wound that seems to be according to the whip. A horse who has been working a little bit to shelter his right leg for a few days now. Saddle where the sawdust stood. Is there a slight hook or the left wheel of the carriage that isn't rotating smoothly......

Does that mean 'other parts' are also correct?

That part, too, is really exactly what the horses are testifying to, and is it right?

…………

The silence, only for a few dozen seconds, was felt for a long time. Long, very long, as if it would last forever......

Marial, who then finally restarted, asked Caorle to interpret with the carriage horses. What I want to ask, of course….

"I'm saying..."

And Caorle, who finished all the interpreters.

Before starting the interpreter, the experiment was carried out by completely blocking the figure of the caorle from the horse's eyes with the bodies of the others, turning back, and keeping an eye on him not to move, causing the horses to make complicated movements due to words only, or ordering him to do so without specifying the number of times.

He also asked what only the stables old man should know besides the horses themselves.

The result was unquestionable.

Spread again, silence.

I understand the existence of a vendetta.

... but there's nothing I can do.

Even if you sue, only the testimony of the other girl, whose basis is' That's what the horse says'. This can't be a decent fit for me. Everyone only sounds like 'buhin buhin', so you can say all you want about a suspicious girl.

Besides, even if the horse could testify in human language, because it is a 'horse kept by man on the side of the complaint', it is judged that he will testify as his master told him. Unless there's evidence to convince everyone, there's nothing we can do.

And in this world, neither fingerprint matching nor DNA testing of hair left in the field is possible.

Even if it were possible, it could be used to determine the culprit. Neither the general public nor those on trial understand what that means...

"How do I..."

Marial's words were not those of those who were lost in the way, not knowing what to do.

What we do, it's decided. The question is, how do we make sure we do it? Marial's words were not 'to do', but 'measures to make it happen'. Those eyes. And that's what the face said.

(This kid is motivated...)

I was wondering if you had been flushed by the situation and accepted to marry your uncle without thinking about it, but apparently you didn't.

Because it was what my deceased parents wanted. Therefore, I would have also accepted a marriage that did not stain my will.

But if that's false and my parents didn't want that or anything else. And if the man who tried to fool himself was the enemy of his parents and brother...

Caorle also thought that if Marial seemed weak and hesitant, he would keep pulling his hand. With potion, it is also possible to make the conversation that has been going on, and the last few minutes, 'what was not there'.

Without knowing anything, I marry my parents and my brother's enemies and live quite a happy life. You wouldn't mind having a life like that. Whatever, 'I didn't know', so I had no choice.

Carlos, if he pays enough, that old man will take care of him until the end.... unless the old man dies first.

Well, Carlos is also quite old. Carlos, a horse with a shorter life expectancy, would be much more likely to pass away first.

But this child seemed motivated. Without hesitation.

Then the dialogue Caorle said was settled.

"Actually, I work in addition to the Animal Doctor."

"Huh..."

It was a clearly out of place dialogue to be spoken of in this bitter setting. In other words, words with some intent.

Marial waits for the continuation of Caorle's words, swallowing solitude.

And the word was finally released from Caorle's mouth.

"Discuss unforgivable evil and clear up unspeakable resentment. Call people, exterminator!

…………

Marials who are taken aback, but soon remembered the words of Caorle earlier.

"Actually, I do other things like" The Animal Doctor. "

Work. If you say that's 'work'......

"Please, from me......, no, please accept a request from my Viscount Raifel family!

There was no deacon, no stables old man, no surprise at Marial's words, and no attempt to stop them.

Naturally.

That's what I keep saying, a flat attitude.

But in his eyes, the flames of anger and hatred were wild and wild.

And Caorle's reply, of course.

"I refuse"

"" "Yeah yeah eh!!

No way, rejection.

In the course of that story, it doesn't.

The words of Caorle were continued by three of the daunting Viscounts.

"I don't do double contracts."

"Huh?"

I didn't know what it meant, and to a decent Marial, Caorle said the closing words.

"I've already received your request from Carlos."

Marial, with her eyes wide open, shouted out loud.

"Carlos. Ugh! Die for us, okay!!

"Oh, oh, Carlos..."

"What a loyal horse..."

The stables old man and butler also cried down on the spot with Marial.

"Oh, no, Carlos isn't dead... and no one's heard..."