Muimui-tan

- One...

"Carillon, Carillon. You ate too many Adan leaves."

To my words, Carillon, who opened the window and sat there, turned around.

"Hmm. You haven't stimulated my brain lately, and this much fun is good, right? Besides, the thought crosses Adam's leaves."

"You eat too much, you get fat."

Carillon was stuffing his throat with my words. But he immediately recollected his mind and looked back out the window, and began to wriggle Adan's leaves, as he had done earlier.

"If you're gonna kill your free time, why don't you play some kind of instrument? You're pretty good at flutes, aren't you?

Carillon did not respond to my words, he was just scowling Adam's leaves.

The capital, Mistavan, which was in the sky, fell to the ground and it was thought that our lives would change. But nothing changed.

The fog rises just like before whether the sea water is a changed object, in the slums a voice of resentment sounds, and in the aristocracy, nobles who do not even try to see it live in abundance.

Nothing changes.

My best friend, a woman named Carillon, who graduated from the School of Magic, was just looking out the window. The side of it seemed ironic - in my head, I couldn't understand how many things I was thinking about and how far ahead.

"Hey, why don't you shoot the fire needle?

Her words were incomprehensible to me as a regular person.

"Carillon, didn't the landlord just piss you off by drilling a hole in the wall of the room with it"

Jesus Christ, Will, you're tough.

Carillon flaunts his shoulder.

Usual routine. Our good exchange. But it was the next day that it changed.

- Two...

Early in the morning, I leave the apartment where I live. And receive a piece of paper from the boy at the merchandise store who stood there waiting for him.

"Dr. Will, it's a piece of copper."

Let the boy hold the copper coin and read the contents of the paper. This is an information paper recently issued by the Noargy Chamber of Commerce, which came to this capital. The contents include recent events here and information about the city. It is very convenient so a piece of copper coin and a little higher but I always decided to buy it.

And when I saw what was written there, I ran right out to the room.

"Carillon, Carillon!

You heard me screaming, there's movement in her room.

"Something in the morning."

And Carillon, dressed the same as yesterday, came out of the room.

"What is it, Carillon? Didn't you sleep again? No, it's not, look at this."

I give Carillon the information paper.

"What, are you still buying this stuff? I think it's a waste of money... Mm."

Carillon glances at the information paper. And laugh out some fun along the way.

"I see. I see. Will, the information paper you're buying wasn't in vain."

What was written on the information paper was that a mysterious piercing demon appeared. The place is in the West End, or in the middle of a slum. The victim is a woman in her thirties. At night, around 9: 00, a mysterious piercing demon pierced my heart and transported me to the clinic - something like that.

"We're going to the West End security jar first. Will, I need a place."

- Three...

Weaving his coat, he takes the dragon horse car with Carillon, just wearing a sun-drenched hat, to the West End security stuffing.

"Ladies, the West End is no better place to go upstream like you."

He advises me whether he has distracted me, but there is no way that I can stop Carillon from moving.

"Huh. I am, yeah. I have a good face in Lower Town too. I don't mind."

If it does come down to it, Carillon will go into it in disguise or whatever, in the slums or whatever, and in fact, once, he's done that.

The dragon horse car stops and drops me off in front of a security jar in the West End.

"Well, we need to get the information first."

Carillon looks like fun.

When the two of us went inside a security jar made by stone walls, the receptionist had a middle-aged guard with a tired face. A lot of paperwork and coats remain cluttered on the reception desk.

"Who are you?"

A middle-aged guard notices us and calls out. Carillon laughs with pleasure when she hears that.

"I'm Carillon. Looks like you're busy. Is something wrong?

The guard darkens his tired face further into Carillon's words.

"I'm very busy with yesterday's incident. Are you guys on that tour?

Carillon shakes his head to the side of the guard's words.

"No, I just wanted to come through."

I don't even think a person in the East Side would have a street in the West Side, but the busy, unarmed guard seemed to believe the word.

"What kind of incident did you have?

"A woman was pierced through her heart on West Avenue. Now he's transported to the clinic and regained consciousness, but, strangely enough, if he hadn't seen the killer, he wouldn't have a scratch."

Carillon smiles even deeper when he hears the words.

"You don't have a scratch, but you know it's pierced."

The guard nods.

"Yeah, yeah. There were people who saw the scene... No, you didn't tell the ladies."

"Oh, yeah"

When Carillon heard all that out, he followed the guard stuffing to his satisfaction.

Will, did you see that?

What are you talking about?

So Carillon sighed.

"I'm not as smart as Carillon, so I don't know until you explain."

"First the paperwork placed on the desk. It said the name of the clinic. Cecilia Clinic. The Third Princess' name. - No, you're the queen now. The only new clinic with that name on it would be a new one, right?

Carillon puts his finger up.

"A coat that was placed even more messy. This is a testament to the fact that he was being pursued on a case until earlier. The incident in the paper was at nine o'clock, but it didn't say until the date"

"Carillon, what do you mean?

Carillon laughs.

"It means there was a new case. Is that the second or third case? That means you know you're conscious. Earlier, the guard would have explained it to you in the first case. We're going to the clinic first."

- Four...

Head to the Cecilia clinic built halfway between the West and East districts.

This one has the same old stone building as the security stuffing, with a new sign hanging there. The letter written is "State Clinic".

As soon as I got in there, a middle-aged man greeted me.

"You seem healthy, but what can I do for you at our clinic?

Carillon takes the sun hat and looks around the clinic.

"I'm Carillon. I just wanted to ask you a few questions."

A middle-aged man sighs at the word.

"I'm sorry, but this is not the kind of place where nobles can come"

Middle-aged men obviously hate it. But Carillon looked at it and raised the edge of his mouth, laughing lightly.

"Before - yes, before, I don't think this place was a Cecilia clinic."

"Yeah, it used to be a Goddess Church clinic."

Carillon laughs even deeper at the words.

"It looks like we're understaffed, but if it's good, let's help. Will there has a class of healers."

"Oh, hey, Carillon"

Carillon stopped me with his hand to say something. "Fine, I'll take care of it," he snuck in his ear.

"That helps. There's not a growing number of healers right now, and there's not enough people everywhere."

"I guess."

"Yeah, the queen says she's looking for the healer's stone tablet too, but she still hears she can't find the crease"

"I hear that, too. Come on, Will, I'm gonna help you."

Carillon waves to get rid of it.

Damn, this would mean going inside and gathering information.

- Five...

"I'll help."

I go into the back of the clinic and follow the instructions of a middle-aged man.

"To what extent can healing magic be used?

"I can't have a defect, but if it's about scratches or ill health,"

Tell them the truth and tell them that it is a problem even if the symptoms are turned to someone with severe symptoms, so tell them to be mild.

"Yeah, well, I'd like you to start with someone with mild symptoms,"

And it was a woman as soon as she was brought in to guide me.

"What about this one?

"I'm the woman the guards brought in today."

I approach women and check for symptoms. But I didn't see any anomalies except I was passing out.

"I mean the guards have pierced my chest..."

You can't see a trace of anything.

A middle-aged man nods at my words.

"I'll check with the body, so..."

"Yeah, I'm headed to treat other patients"

Confirm that a middle-aged man has left and check the woman's body.

The outfit is wearing a slightly dirty, tedious piece. Is it because you tried to escape the killer that your underfoot is dirty?

The garment was undisturbed, but it did have a hole in it as if it had pierced the chest of the garment with something. And there was nothing scratched underneath. The body also had cuts and scratches like lines that were marks, but everything seemed to be old, on the contrary only around the chest the scratches had disappeared beautifully, highlighting their discomfort.

"Pretty top healing magic used?

But for what? There must be no one alive with their heart pierced. But she's alive. On the contrary, it even seems to be treated by superior healing magic.

He then treats some people and returns to Carillon, who seemed free at the entrance.

"What the hell?

I shook my head at Carillon's words.

"This really sounds like a case you might like."

When I heard that, Carillon put his hat back on and laughed.

When I told Carillon what I saw in the dragon horse car on the way home, she put her arms together and began to think.

"Why, underfoot? Why are you treating me? Have you noticed? No, did you deliberately try to impress people? For what?

So Carillon looked up.

"Will, let's take a look at the scene"

"Oh man, that's what I thought. But why not tomorrow? I'm tired of treatment, and it's almost sundown."

Carillon was roaring with his face in my words.

"Okay. Will, let's do it tomorrow, as you say. Either way, too much time has passed since the incident"

Thus began the case of Carillon and my nameless piercing demon.