No Fatigue: 24-jikan Tatakaeru Otoko no Tenseitan

On February 17, two days after me and Brother David were briefed by Prince Ellens and Mr. Corsey about the Ripper (Ripper), the feared fourth case of the Ripper (Ripper) happened.

I was contacted by Prince Ellen and headed to the scene where the body was found. Brother David and I are supposed to meet locally.

I showed my ID as a Royal Detective Assistant (like a badge with a ribbon on it) to an officer knight on the lookout to get me through to the crime scene. The knight on the lookout looked me in the eye and compared my face to my badge, but I guess the story was right, I was able to get into the scene without any extra questions.

The scene was - oh, my God, it was a painting of the royal castle.

Even so, it is not the main circle where we say it in the Japanese style of the previous life, but the gap between the less populated walls of the area that hits the two circles.

Prince Ellens and Brother David had already arrived at the scene. The prince naturally lives in the royal castle, and Brother David also has a dorm for a clerk close to the library labyrinth.

"Looks like our little assistant's here."

And Prince Ellens, who noticed me first, said...

"It's not the kind of scene that kids can see... you see?

Nodding at the prince's words, I stepped into the scene where the Ripper killed a man.

The shock was... less than I thought. Maybe it's because they were showing pictures in the description the other day, or maybe it involves the "spiritually inexhaustible" nature of [difficulty inactivity].

But it's no different that it's an Egg scene, so if you don't like Gro, I recommend you get skipped the next paragraph.

The scene was at the corner of the walls, where it hit the roots of a wooden tree to climb above the walls.

There - the human body was falling apart and rolling.

Sea of blood and guts. severed head and limbs. And countless "X" painted in blood on the walls of the castle.

Peeping at the rolling head, the victim seemed like a teenage girl. The girl's head remains on a bloodstained white brim. I remembered Steph from Whitebrim, and I blushed. No one could kill Stef, who became a Magic Warrior, and so on, but his heart seems to tighten in case the Ripper kills Stef. And in fact, this maid girl who rolls at her feet will have a family who's worried about her, too. I want this case to end as soon as possible.

"-Ed, have you noticed anything?

Brother David asks.

I shook my head quietly.

Then, after a slightly unexpected look on his face, his brother got a slightly disappointed look.

... Is that it? Am I missing something?

As I turned my eyes back to the scene again to explore the meaning of my brother's expression, I heard a woman cry from behind me.

It was Mr. Corsey who was dealing with the woman.

Mr. Corsey had patiently encouraged the woman and had the head of the body checked. The woman shook her neck vertically with her blue and white face.

"Your Highness, the Detective Palace, the Assistant Palace. We know who the victim is."

Mr. Corsey was watching us. He spoke to us.

"The victim's name is Mary Rotlett. It's a maid with the first prince of Ilfreed."

Me and Prince Ellen took a small breath.

Because I got the name of an unexpected big man.

"Baron Rotlett's second daughter, who served in the Royal Castle for a behavioral apprenticeship, has been appreciated for her serious work and has been with His Royal Highness Irfried since last year"

"You mean he was an elite maid."

When I snapped, Mr. Corsey nodded.

"You're right. He said he had a reputation among his peers for working twice as well, even though he was small, and that he had a lot of trust from His Royal Highness Ilfreed."

"What about His Royal Highness the Irfrid?

Brother David listens.

"I'm out on a regular Dragon Knights sentry. I asked the dragon knight at the stables to give me a message, so I thought I could come back."

"I know about Miss Mary, too. I used to work as a maid with a brother. My brother praised her very much, too. So much so that I even said I'd look for someone nice in the future. If you find out she's been murdered, you'll be distracted."

That's what Prince Ellens supplemented.

"But... there's one thing I can't solve about Miss Mary."

Mr. Corsey frowned and said, lowering his voice.

"Royal detectives have been asked the same questions about previous incidents, haven't they?

I wasn't sure what Mr. Corsey was talking about.

Prince Ellens screamed briefly.

"No way......!

"Yeah, no way."

That's what Mr. Corsey says and looks at Brother David sideways.

As soon as Brother David said, "Hmm..." I put my finger on my chin and thought about it.

... I'm the one who got left behind.

Yeah, same question as your brother?

Right!

"Miss Mary was pregnant..."

Get closer to the scene again, nauseate, and look for what you're after.

There it is. "It" is rolling near the body.

Behind the incised uterus...

"... eh"

I just couldn't catch my eye, and I turned away.

Brother David, who was approaching me at some point, covers my eyes with his palm and brings me back to the others.

Brother David said.

"Mr. Corsey is also looking at the previous scene, right? What did you think when you saw this scene?

"What did you think,"

"I don't care what you think"

"The Ripper is on track. Or it's getting less subdued. I guess so."

Prince Ellens nodded at Mr. Corsey's words.

"It's been a one-month cycle so far, but this time it's only been half a month since the last time. On top of that - the destruction of the body is intense in these two cases. It's like being attacked by a fierce demon."

Ah... well.

I finally realized what Prince Ellens said.

Rippers have never torn their throats and bellies apart. The serial hunter, the mutilator (ripper), tore the body apart, had too much image in me to realize it was strange. It could also be due to the fact that my senses were paralyzed by the tragedy of the scene. Is this also to blame for your brother's subtle expression just now?

While I'm secretly depressed, the prince continues.

"- And he finally showed up at the royal castle. It's as if I boast that I can get in and out of anywhere"

Prince Ellens tells me to throw up.

However,

"- What about that..."

Brother David snapped blush. He had a small voice, so he didn't seem to hear anything but me.

"Thanks to you, the Royal Castle is a fuss up and down. Inside, he even appeared a nobleman who solemnly climbed the castle today..."

Mr Corsey says with a bitter face.... Though I also feel like this guy usually has a bitter face.

There,

"- Hey, get out of the way!

A familiar loud voice was heard from behind.

Looking back, there was a figure of Prince Ilfreed coming this way after a guard officer knight.

The prince slightly crossed the scene, kneeling before the victim's head, roughly. And check that face.

The prince slapped his fist all over the ground before shouting.

"Damn... I won't forgive you, cleaver (ripper)! He will surely capture you and make you an early sacrifice of the Mockingjay with my spear...!

"Brother..."

Prince Ehrens looked painfully at Prince Ilfreed and snapped.

So Brother David came to my ear and asked.

"... Ed, from your point of view, how did Prince Irfrid look earlier?

I answer my brother, who dives in and asks, and this one dives in his voice.

"I don't know... he seemed so angry from the bottom of his heart"

"... right"

Brother David silences himself and puts his finger on his chin to come up with something.

Prince Ilfreed, who burns his anger, Prince Ellen, who watches over it, and a royal detective who can't wait to think. The surrounding officer knights looked bewildered, but maintained an upright immobilized posture.

Breaking the awkward silence was a newly rushing officer knight.

The knight is there to prepare his breath as well, shouting at Prince Ellen.

"Ha, my God!

Prince Ellens responds to a knight who looks like a wolf.

"What's up?

"Li, it's the Ripper!

"... what?

"- A tragic body was found in the new town, according to the Ripper!

In the words of the knight, the air of the field froze.

◇

With the Knight's report, we're headed to the New Town.

A carriage is rapidly available, and Prince Ellens, Mr. Corsey, Brother David, my four will get on board and head to the new city.

Along the way, during an examination of the Golden Gate Bridge, Brother David stepped out of the carriage and caught the knight of the bridge tower to ask questions.

"There's no such thing as suspicious people passed by last night...... right?

"Yeah, of course. Now that the Ripper is on alert, any slightly suspicious person will be interrogated."

The knight answered that with his chest stretched.

Brother David listens with his fingers to the "line" that runs diagonally from the top of the bridge head to the opposite bank.

"Was there anything unusual about that ropeway, too?

The legs of the bridge in the old and new towns of the Golden Gate Bridge are connected by a ropeway. When I say ropeway, it's not like people can ride it, it's for exchanging letters and luggage. The Golden Gate Bridge is made impossible to pass by being bounced up at night due to the work of a mechanism that is an ancient relic. But I'm in trouble in an emergency, so I can use the ropeway to get in touch.

"There wasn't"

"Are you sure about that?

"Yeah... I had an inspection just this morning"

The knight replied so with a little muck that he was pressed just in case.

The brother asked the knight to bring him a load cage to use for the ropeway, to ascertain its size and then return it to the knight.

"... what's wrong with the ropeway on the Golden Gate Bridge, David?

Prince Ellens asks from inside the carriage.

"No, I just wanted to test the possibility."

Prince Ellens thinks intriguingly into Brother David's answer.

And I laughed and said:

"Phew...? I just wanted to say that the corner of the eye is just right, but isn't it impossible that the Ripper (Ripper) has been moved using that ropeway?

Ah! I see. Was your brother thinking about the possibility?

Prince Ellen will say that in a short time.

But his brother, with his cool face, turned a glimpse at the prince and then said:

"Surely you can't even think of a Ripper as a pretty small man."

The ropeway is for transporting transmissions and the like across the shore, and they say it can only pile up to about a parcel. Getting on this and moving to the opposite shore is difficult no matter how small the cleaver (ripper) is...... no, it should be clearly impossible. I think even I, the eight- or nine-year-old, is tough.

Mostly, each knight stands on duty at the bridge tower on both sides of the shore, so stealing those eyes and using the ropeway should be difficult in itself.

Brother David's thoughts, unfortunately, seemed hazy.

◇

The carriage turned left as it crossed the Golden Gate Bridge and proceeded as it looked to Lake Monocanus on its left.

The scene of arrival was a warehouse street outside the east of the new town. Beyond the standing warehouse you can see the lake. Outside the lake, only a slightly darker sea peeked into his face because it was off the east.

It was two unexpected combinations that greeted us in the field.

"Dear David, Edgar, this way"

First one is Mr. Popols. Because it was the warehouse of the Popolus Chamber of Commerce ahead that became the scene of the Ripper case.

And one more.

"That, you only..."

Look me in the eye. That's what you've been talking about.

"Mr. Ciel. Thanks for that verse."

Previously, he was Mr. Ciel, a woman of strength and bravery who batted in an investigation into a herd of demons.

As a woman, she is tall and looks good with an empty scarf on faded blonde hair. The Mithrilled silver armor has exquisite embellishments and can be seen to be quite luxurious. It seems likely to be recognized as a courtesy even if it is distracted into the royal castle party as it is.

Of course it's about Mr. Siel, so you must have no spare time being stylish from day to day in case you run into a handsome nobleman.... What a shame he was going through with a beautiful Rin if he didn't even know that.

Mr Ciel says with his hands pounded.

"Oh, I remember. You're the child of Lord Culpel Patriot. How is your father? Excuse me, but have you ever broken up with your wife or planned to have a side room or something?

"Yeah, yeah... my father's a breath disaster, and he's a good couple."

I answered as I let a brave man pull his face off who said something serious and rude.

You haven't given up on your father yet. I want you to keep that evil of giving up that they won't even give up on their wives belligerents for the time of the battle against powerful demons.

"So, why is Mr. Ciel here?

Mr. Ciel glanced at the officer knight who was next door.

Sergeant Knight will explain the identity of me and Brother David and ask Mr. Ciel to explain the circumstances.

"Hey, are you a royal detective and his assistant?"

Mr. Ciel's eyes glowed sparklingly, putting Brother David in disappointing sight.

... Actually, I had noticed earlier that I was looking at the flicker and my brother, but I was through because I knew it would make my soul feel bold.

That's right. My brother seemed to have trouble coping with this, so I'll get back to the main point.

"So, why is Mr. Ciel here?

"Oh, it's easy. I'm the primary discoverer of the body."

With that said, Mr. Ciel moves on to the back of the warehouse.

Us - me, Brother David, Prince Ellens, Mr. Corsey and Mr. Popols follow.

- There it is.

The painting Mr. Ciel pointed to was a mess and rough.

As at previous sites, in addition to the splashes of blood and guts, there were many broken ceramics that seemed to have been loaded in the warehouse, with fragments of them scattered around it. And the walls of the warehouse behind it had countless "X" like marks written on them.

I'll narrow down a few points from my last reflection.

First, the state of the corpse. It is common with previous incidents that throats and bellies are torn open and uterine-like organs are cut open. However, his neck and limbs had been amputated and the body had fallen apart. The hands and feet are severed from the base, so the elbows and knees remain intact. Elbows and knees are either affected by post-mortem stiffness or bent and "ku" in writing.

Next "X" on the wall. The maximum height marked is as high as the third Vistesian mansion or earlier scene, up to about the height of an adult male's head. Is it still natural to think of a cleaver (ripper) as a small man? Of course, it is a hands-on disguise, and the possibility that the cleaver (ripper) is long cannot be denied.

Anyway, all in all, the fourth case - looks like it's going to be about the same situation as the body of the maid Miss Merry found in the royal castle.

"As I was doing my routine early morning run, I got a blood odor in the wind. If you look suspiciously, the warehouse grounds are bloody..."

That's what Mr. Ciel explains.

Mr. Ciel said he was jogging the new city side from north to south in a way along Lake Monocanus, and in that last phase he seemed to have reached the warehouse of the Popolus Chamber of Commerce.

However, it is said that it was running along Lake Monocanus, which should have been more than a dozen kilometres north and south. I feel hard as a workout to do first thing in the morning, but Mr. Ciel's level is 95. It's not strange as a routine for a brave woman.

... Nevertheless, an early morning run with the lake surface sidelined? It would be nice to feel rusty. As much as I'd like to incorporate it into my training menu. But if I do, will I count with this tired person every morning? I hope he doesn't suffer.

"The victim, you look like he's in his late teens. As a woman of that age, you would be a small one. What you're wearing is women's clothing. If you let it wash around the New Town Tavern, we'll find out who it is."

That's what Mr. Corsey says and flies instructions to the knights under his command.

Put that on your ass, Brother David whispers to me.

"Well, Ed. Have you noticed anything?

Ugh. That's just a pressure thing to do before. You definitely know how to do that. I've been thinkin 'thin for a long time, but Brother David is too dos.

I answered to squeeze it out.

"Uh... just like the fourth one, the body's being torn apart"

"Well. I see. You're looking very closely."

Of course this would be ironic. Anyone can tell that by looking at the scene.

... I didn't realize at the scene earlier because it was moving to a tragic scene. Never because my attention is distracted.

Your brother will ask further.

"Anything else?

"The height of the example mark is consistent with what was left of the previous site"

"Anything else?

"There's more...?

I watch the scene to escape my brother's gaze.

"... the kettle is cracked"

"Well, you've noticed a good point."

"... sarcasm?

"No, that's not true. The kettle is cracked. It's an important fact. Anything else?

"... muggle"

When I got stuck in the words, my cattle glasses sighed like they were frightened.

"I don't want to say anything uncertain before I verify it, but let me point out one important fact to my assistant who will be in the investigation along with me"

The brother walks over to the scene and crouches by the victim's detached legs.

"Ed, would you look at this place?

I also kneel down and observe the victim's feet - calves.

and

"Is that it? A rope trail?

"Yes, here too."

That's what your brother said and pointed to the same thigh part of his leg. There are indeed traces of rope there as well. The ropes are the same, so I guess it's a trail tied with the same ropes.

I said ha-ha-ha.

"... hey, the victim was incarcerated...?

Confirming the other limbs, there were similar signs of rope in each of them.

Both calves are set with two arms and under the wrist, respectively.

The torso part... couldn't find the rope because it was cleaved by a mess.

Then I thought, looking for the rope, two shorter ropes were by my hands and feet, one underneath my legs, and one fell a little further away. As far as I can see, no other rope seems to have fallen.

The rope was somewhat thin. If it was a man of power who was tied up, it seems like he could pull it off, but since the victim is a small woman, it would mean that this was enough.

"Did the victim of the fourth case also have a rope?

When I think of it and I hear it,

"No, Miss Mary didn't have a rope in her hands and feet. Then we should also keep in mind that we still don't know which is the fourth case."

Speaking of which, yes. In the order in which it was discovered, the case within the Royal Castle becomes fourth, and the warehouse of the Popolus Chamber of Commerce becomes fifth, but it is not yet known whether the case occurred in the same order.

"For your convenience, I think it would be helpful to call the murder of Miss Mary a fourth case. At this point, the order in which they were killed is not much of a problem."

Isn't the order in which he was killed a problem?

Then I wonder what your brother thinks is the problem.

When I was thinking about my brother's head,

"- Shit!"

Prince Ellens nodded and was paying for something with his hands.

The prince said, realizing that they were noted together.

"... I've been seeing flies strangely lately."

This is the scene where the body was found.

Brother David says slightly less like that.

... Sometimes I think Prince Ellen doesn't get pretty to Brother David a lot. Brother David is very smart, but he has a slight neglect of common sense and emotion, and in terms of previous life, there is probably "I can't read the air (KY)" (KY or something like that, I don't really like that).

He's taking a big look at me after I've even figured out that personality, so as your brother's flesh and blood, I have to thank Prince Ellen.

Prince Ellens continued his words as he drove the fly away.

"That's true, too, but it's a fly that's getting tangled up somewhat. Fuck you. You're gonna be gone sometime."

When I'm also somewhat of a fly bearer with my eyes... it's true. I'm supposed to be a "fairy magician" and have better visual acuity, but I even lost sight of it. I've heard stories of insect double eyesight having a different time resolution compared to the human eye. From what they say, human movement looks like slow motion. In a gauge, I'd call it a bug reaction about a responsive guy, but it's actually a big deal because it even makes me jerk off to my skills.

I will try to speak to Brother David and two handsome men of Prince Ellens, Mr. Ciel, who will watch them as if they were hyenas who identify their prey.

"Even a user like Mr. Ciel can't find a cleaver (ripper)?

"I'm tempted to cooperate, but the investigation and skill are separate, so hey. Oh, and don't talk about me like I'm too strong, okay?

"... why not?

"Because don't men generally like cute women who want to protect you -"

"Ugh, um..."

I think it's a different person. For example, I generally like muscular female characters in qualities, and about half of the characters I hold are female characters.

Well, I don't think there's a man who could think of a level 95 female brave man as "cute," and I don't want to meet him, even if he was there.

I've been observing it somewhat since just now, but it seems to stand casually, and Mr. Ciel doesn't see any gaps at all. At any given time and from any angle, you will be easily swallowed and devoured by an intense counter.

Hands-on is such an exceptional user that words can easily be heard.

You noticed my gaze, Mr. Ciel tells me in the face.

"- And that's this line, Mr. Edgar?

"What?"

"Your father is strong and beautiful, but Edgar, you look more than (...)"

Of course, Alfred, doesn't that mean you're handsomer than your father, but stronger than your father? I guess that means.

"It's like - yes, I can't stay sophisticated like a superior assassin. How the hell did you acquire so much 'strength' with that youth......?

…………

I can't really answer the sight of Mr. Ciel that I'm exploring.

"And then... you saw (...)?

[Appraisal] flies in with Mr. Ciel's words. I can't even show my status, so I just played it.

In time, I'll say it with a smile and a laugh like a child.

"Well, what is it about?

"Pfft... if you want to blur, that's fine. Please keep a secret about me, too, okay?

"Why are you hiding who you are?

It's better not to hide who you are, that's what makes you look hot, too.

Mr. Ciel replied, laughing mischievously at my words.

"Heroes are hiding who they are, aren't they? And..."

"And?"

"I wouldn't think I'd adore the gap if I found out that the brave Alsherat who was thought to be a man was actually a poor maiden......"

"Uh, uh-huh."

Gu! replies obscure as he pulls slightly to Shiel, who says with his fist gripped.

Mr. Ciel saw how I was,

"Edgar, it seems it was too early for you."

"... yes, no, I guess that's the problem..."

As I answered vaguely, Mr. Ciel snapped back to his face.

"- Hey, can you entrust it to him? … yes, you have different qualities"

"... Mr. Ciel?

Mr. Ciel became half-eyed and silenced with one hand accompanied by a sword pattern.

That sword... If the information is true, it must be the Holy Sword. He's a skinny, graceful rapier, and I don't think he's a legendary sword if I don't know he is. From what I've seen in [The Devil's Eye of Truth] before, it was an intelligence sword with intelligence, so after a while, Mr. Siel is having a conversation with the sword right now?

When I was asking how Mr. Ciel was doing, Mr. Ciel looked up as if he had returned it to me.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Edgar"

"No......"

"What were you talking about?... Yes, it was about gap adoration"

You didn't have to remind me of that.

"But your father is handsome, your brother is handsome, so you, Edgar, are slow..."

From the second half of the line, there was a strange fever in Mr. Ciel's gaze.

I can see goosebumps all over my body.

"... Edgar, how's your older sister?

"Hey, hey, I'm such a child..."

"Ugh...... whenever you grow up and want to hang out with older women, please tell me? Sure, you can start now, right? Oh, shall we get engaged?

"Why are you getting engaged in this stream! Oh, if you don't have any more information on the case, you can go home!?"

And I said it on my own by accident, but it didn't seem to differ from Brother David or Prince Ellens, who seemed to have watched me and the female brave interact along the way.

Eventually, Mr. Corsey and the Prince were to return to the Old Town once they had waited for the officer knights to finish giving the scene preservation and identification instructions for the victims.