Life in Another World as a Maid Mage

Return to the reception with Yence with Hildegard. Unlike the open square and cathedral, Hildegardo had no difficulty in entering the restricted areas except for the people involved, and looked stunned. "If Lord Yanes can guarantee our identity, we can't help it," said the chapel knight on the outpost. It can be seen that his trust is strong even inside the cathedral.

"Almost barely... it seems like you lied to me when I struggled so hard earlier."

Hildegardo, who was murmuring and gazing around, eventually looked up at Jesus and smiled.

"Thanks to Jesus. Thank you very much."

"No"

Even in the cold snowy air, Louis bounced as if this place were under a soft leaky tree day.

--It's kind of like spring people.

Walk like that to protect their backs.

Yet, compared to Hildegardo, who felt completely relieved, the air surrounding Jans was slightly stiffer than usual. Slightly seeping tension and vigilance. Is it for her or for you or for something else?

A hunch of roughness. I'm not familiar with such things, so maybe it's because of them.

When I slapped him at his feet, Jesus looked down and smiled. I told you it would be okay. But for a moment, his expression clouded.

Behind Jane's gaze was a clinic. A church knight with a sharp expression stood beside the entrance and many of the knights patrolled the area.

Did something happen? Jesus frowned slightly at the monstrous appearance, but passed by without mentioning anything about it. The knight of the sentry glanced sharply at each other. Hildegardo burst into shock, but the knight quickly lost sight and returned to his work.

"... the security is tight."

Yeah, well...

Yence said calmly to Hildegardo's anxious question.

"Birthdays are often visited by leading and high priests from around the world. This is especially a time of heightened security."

"Hmm...."

Hildegardo hammered ambiguously.

"The same goes for the hall. When there's a concert or a play, we leave a lot of guards and hire adventurers on an ad hoc basis. Some fans are radical, and others try to get close to singers and actors or sneak into a music store."

Hildegard laughed bitterly when the cathedral knight mistook him for one of his radical fans.

"As for Ferris, it seems that the old man was worried about putting on his own bodyguard, but after all, when he became as popular as that kid, he recruited strange people to come. I can't tell who I can trust... I've asked the Adventurers Association (Alliance) to help me, but if I'm a decent person with a high rank, they'll turn me down instead."

"... I see, that's... a tough business, too."

Soaked with sympathy, Jesus nodded, then succeeded in his words.

"By the way, is Hilde okay with her job? I suddenly remembered."

"Yes, I'm a little busy until the end of the year. If I had a job, I would have asked someone."

After that, Hildegardo lowers his eyebrows and laughs small.

"... but I just wrote it down to the manager, so I think he's making a big fuss right now. It's no different that I've gone back to my song lessons."

Yence had no choice but to smile, laughing like a prank and shouting her tongue.

"When you get back, you'll apologize a lot. If you sincerely apologize, you'll understand - that's all your friends were worried about."

"Yes, I've been friends since I debuted. But..."

The smile turns and becomes lonely.

"I've been too busy to talk to each other since we started getting popular. And...."

After saying something, Hilde shut her mouth. It seemed like I was wondering whether to say it or not.

"What's wrong? Something bothering you?

"... hmm... I'm starting to sound like a bad mouth..."

Even as I said it, I was gently prompted by Jesus, and I tended to hesitate to open my mouth.

"I'm a little scared of Carina.... Ah, do you know Carina? I think I'm coming with you."

"Yes, I saw you when I asked you to say hello. You're Felicia's manager."

Yes, that's right.

Hildegardo continued his words, twisting his fingers and repeatedly opening them. He remembers how uncomfortable it is to say bad things about someone who isn't here.

"... what do you mean, Senmin Ishiki? What are you talking about? That's how strong it is. People like me who don't grow up well enough to get close to Ferris. Somehow lately, I've been getting paid by the front door, and it's getting so far away."

When she noticed Yence looking down at her eyebrow buttocks, she looked a little troubled.

"I'm supposed to be the Baron's daughter, but I grew up in downtown as a child of my concubine. That's why I can't be very elegant. Ferris was originally an apprentice in a theater troupe, and she happened to like her current foster father, who was watching the stage, and became an adopted daughter. The situation is similar, so I got along... but when I finally became a top star and sold it more and more from now on, when things like me get closer, my image gets worse."

"Did... Carina tell you that?

"Yes, that was a far more far-fetched way of saying it, but I was told that. I didn't hide that I grew up in Shimomachi, but she wanted to go on the lady's route, and if I found out she was a traveler... ah"

That was all she said, and she slammed her mouth with both hands. You must have noticed that you've spoken to something you shouldn't have said. He looked up at Jesus in a hurry, with a bloodthirsty look.

"... I'm often scolded for not growing up like this."

Jance's hand tended to hesitate and was stopped around Hildegard's shoulder. Keep quietly lowered to your back and gently slap your child like a baby.

"Don't worry, I'll put what I just heard in my chest. There is one or two things that no one wants to hide. If you understand it yourself, you can fix it little by little."

"... yes"

Lori stretches out her tentacles and strokes her hand. Both of them were kind, so she smiled at her slender face.

"--At the very least, I should have been able to write a letter, but the letter was difficult because the manager was supposed to check the contents and then hand it over. That's why I was so happy to hear from Ferris after a long time. She relied on me when she was really in trouble. That's why I really want to help her. I don't think there's much I can do, but it's a little different when I'm around."

"I see...."

After that, I walked silently without having a conversation. Hildegardo smiled at me to cheer me up a little.

We finally arrived at the reception. Leaving her at the cathedral knight's lockup beside the entrance made Hildegard uneasy and anxious to be left among strangers.

--I 'll follow you. It is the duty of the adventurer (...) to help those in need.

After a moment of reflection, Louis stretches out her tentacles and points her at her. Yens seems to have figured it out. Then please leave her, and he left the packing room.

Siori, who had generally finished the meeting and enjoyed lunch brought in with Felicia and the others, raised her face to the sound of knocking on the door.

Connie, the first person in charge here, stood up and responded to the visitor. After a while, Connie came out and said, "Hey, guys."

Theori looked at Alec and stood up, turning down Felicia. Instead of leaving the room, one of the chapel knights came in. Looks like he'll take care of it while we're done.

Outside the room, Yence and Connie looked puzzled. You are invited to enter the empty room next door.

"What's wrong? Is there trouble again?

"... I'm in trouble. That may have been too much for us. Ask them to make a quick decision. I would like to ask both of you for your opinion."

Following Connie's words while rubbing her eyebrows, Jane said.

"Mr. Hildegardo visited Mr. Felicia."

"Hildegardo...?

I looked at Alec with a name I remember hearing recently.

Are you a singer from King's Landing? My rival..... "

"Yeah, I just don't feel like I'm listening to you. Felicia said she had received a letter informing her of the danger and was chasing her. I'm waiting for you with Lori at the first floor packing station right now... but I'm afraid. If it is poison, not a shana cold, the contents of this letter can never be ignored."

Siori opened her eyes to Jesus' words, which made her look a little pale.

"Eh... poison!? Was it really poison?

"Oh, I heard from you during the meeting. The magic of detoxification made them all clean and completely healed."

Alec hugged Shiori on her shoulder. He turned his sharp gaze towards Jesus.

"I just wrote to you... what do you mean you can't ignore it?

This is it, and Jesus took it out of his pocket. Wrinkled envelope. However, it can be seen that the fine ground of pure white is of good quality and high quality.

Let me see.

Alec receives the letter, glimpses the back of the envelope, and then looks inside. Slightly ahead of his fingernails, he aligned the letter with our gaze so that it would also look like a short Shiori.

A short letter written in a cute handwriting that seems to be by a young woman.

"Dear Hilde,

It's been a long time. I haven't talked much, but how are you? I am very worried about all the strange things that have happened to me lately. I'm afraid something will happen at the next music festival. I was too anxious to dream yesterday. It's a dream where people get sick one after the other and I stand on the stage alone and my customers laugh at me for not being able to sing. Carina says it's okay because it's just a dream, but I'm scared. How pleasant it would be to have your best friend... But we have to do our best. Good luck with Hilde.

From your best friend Ferris.

Reach out, I don't know what's going on, so please burn it as soon as you read it just in case - "

"--That's a normal letter. Except for what I predicted."

"Yeah, that's right. Besides, if you read it, you'll catch something by burning it."

"Oh, what a shame, but was it really Hildegardo himself who brought this? And I wonder if this letter belongs to Lord Felicia."

Jesus looked at Alec's query with some falsehood, but he still responded.

"I can't... judge that. However, at first, it was called Hilde and shortened form. I asked him if he was Hildegardo, the singer of King's Landing. As far as I've heard, I'm not that suspicious. I thought Felicia was the sender of the letter."

"Felicia and the others will certainly understand - I don't think it's a good idea to let them meet under the circumstances. Even if I let you meet me, I really want you to calm down a little bit... rather than finish the meeting safely. And...."

I nodded at what Yanes and Connie were saying.

"That's right. There is a discrepancy between the two sides."

"And as the letter says, I'm sure something has happened in reality. Even if you let me see you now, it will only cause confusion."

Of course.

The two nodded in agreement.

"In the meantime, would you like to meet him?

Ah.

After Jance gently left the room and made sure the door closed, Alec turned to the letter again. Running his eyes at the contents, he thinks for a while with his purple blue eyes sharply narrowed, and now he flips the note to see what it is.

"... do you know anything?

Interestingly looking at what he would do with the remaining Connie and the two of them, Alec finally exhaled briefly and handed the letter to us.

"... this letter. It's probably a forgery."

"Eh!?"

"What do you mean? You don't know if the handwriting belongs to Felicia, do you? Do you still know it's a forgery?

"Oh, of course I don't know her handwriting, but I think it was forged (……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… Take a good look. I see a few unusual things."

Alec told me to drop my gaze on the letter at hand.

"Firstly, the positional relationship of each word. Look, all the lines below are falling apart. Normally when I write a sentence, no matter how clumsy a guy writes it... look, I can tell by comparing the front and back of this word. The left side is written slightly above and the right side is written slightly below. Luckily for us, it is a note without borders. It's pretty noticeable that it's falling apart."

"Ah... if you ask me..."

Take out your notebook and check your handwriting. In the same way, he took out a notebook bearing the symbol of the cathedral from his pocket and looked at Connie.

"It's true. Sure... I wrote it without any concern, but even if it was a miscellaneous sketch, the lines below are quite aligned. I can't even read it myself, but I still have everything down there."

"Me too... it's only been about four years since I learned the official language, but it's all there."

In contrast, the text of this letter gave the impression that the lines of each word were subtly misaligned.

"Besides, the whole character that draws a large curve, such as a jump, a flap, is unclear. It's hard to say I wrote it to flow."

Siori and Connie, who were looking at each other's notebooks, raised their faces with Alec's voice.

"I have a particular habit of writing a lot, and this and this letter are remarkable. The curve is strangely distorted."

"Hmm... if you say so. The straight line is not the same, but the curves and bouncing parts are a little too tight. The lines are distorted."

When it is pointed out, there is a distortion as if all the characters were written vigorously, which makes me feel a little uncomfortable.

"Ah... this is it."

When she realized it, Theori raised her voice.

"What?

"It's kind of like a handwriting practice."

Characters that make you feel that you are not too quick to carry the brush and are polite but not dynamic, trying to follow the example. It reminded me of my handwriting when I was practicing desperately four years ago.

"... you say good things. That's true. I copy the scripture as part of my training, but it resembles the impression of writing at that time."

Connie nodded and agreed.

What these mean is.

"That's right. In other words, it would be more correct to trace her letters from above than to say that someone imitated Lord Felicia's handwriting. The line below the word is not aligned because each time I write a word, I put the brush down, and then I look for the word to be written from the sample, and I put the paper back from the top. Look at the evidence."

Alec flipped the letter and pointed a few fingertips.

"... ah"

"... I see."

Siori and Connie raised their voices when they realized the traces that they could not see without looking at them.

A closer look at the back of the note revealed a light, powdery blue color sticking to the shape of the letter.

"It must be the ink of the paperwork you used to make the transcript. If you use cheap ink made of crude ingredients, even if it is dry, it may move just by rubbing it. Maybe it's a cheap lodging... no, in this case it's around the music hall. There are places where you spend money and use cheap supplies."

"Does that mean Felicia forged it using the documents she wrote in the music hall?"

"Wow... amazing"

To Alec's vivid reasoning, Theoli exhaled a mix of exclamations.

"Wow, Alec. It's like a detective."

To his heartfelt praise, Alec choked and then blushed his cheeks slightly. I scratch my cheeks with my fingertips as if it stinks.

"... well, what is it? It's not a big deal. It reminded me when I was helping with my family business at home. Find out how to spot fake documents."

"Eh... do you remember that at work? Oh dear....."

Well...

Alec smiled bitterly at Shuri.

"I need some skill to spot fraud. Sometimes someone imitates their handwriting to get rid of someone who's in their way."

- Like this letter.

"But this letter is honest and easy to understand. Maybe he's an amateur who's not used to it."

"... but I might not have noticed without Alec. If I were a knight, I might have checked it out...."

"... and if Hildegardo burns as instructed in this text, that's why no one will know. I can't prove that someone (...) called her."

A singer who appeared single under a singer who fell into a situation of "infectious disease" one after the other in a very unnatural situation, making it difficult for the orchestra to serve as a tribute to the concert - this rival singer did not appear to have planned to fall into the singer's shoes.

The silence ended with the words dropped in Connie's gloomy voice. After a while, Connie scratched his head, moaning.

"- I wonder why this is happening. We were just glad you enjoyed it. I wanted to show the gods that we were having a good time together at the end of the year. And yet, I wonder why I'm doing this... why I'm doing this to make innocent people suffer... I can't even use poison. I don't have it."

At last, the last person has become a young man like the priests, but he doesn't realize it.

Siori looked up at Alec with a similar expression. In any case, it is certain that there are people who make vile schemes in the middle of the holy festival.

"Alright! I've decided. I'll do it."

Connie, who raised his face vigorously, made a neat expression when he pushed up his sliding glasses.

"Tomorrow's concert will succeed anyway. Participants will be able to play with pleasure, and customers will be able to enjoy themselves for the first time. And I won't let anyone hurt you. I won't let you think of me as a foolish man plotting evil on a sacred day!

Declaring his face upset, he turns around. The colour of determination resides in those eyes.

"But to do that, we need both of you. Ciori's performance is essential to the success of the singing princess's stage. And Alec seems accustomed to these things. Thank you!

I thought he was a faithful of the Order of the Healing Virgin and a gentle young man like the spring sun, but he had a warm heart like the summer sun inside him.

Siori and Alec nodded forcefully as they smiled at each other, with their eyes rounded to a stunning right angle with their hips folded and their heads lowered.

I'd love to hear from you too. Let me help you. "

Say hello.

The three of them who shook hands with each other rounded their eyes to see what happened to Yence, who came back with Hildegardo. Hildegardo leaned his neck and trembled at his feet.