No Fatigue: 24-jikan Tatakaeru Otoko no Tenseitan

Me - Migliaria Sargastine watched as she ate into that room.

"The priest of the Temple of the Circle has spoken to me. Something's wrong with you these days..."

My father, Zephirio Sargastine, says so with an eagle eye for his daughter.

"The priest has made me smell that it might be because of the absence of his mother. I wonder if I should be remarried.

Crap...... you're a lot of a naughty priest. Why don't you stop volunteering at those temples?

And try taking the cadet school entrance exam again. Isn't that a waste of talent? "

"Remarriage... will you be?

"There are only a few stories, but I don't feel like it. What do you mean you don't have a mother? Even I lost my mother at an early age. Or are you gonna tell me you want a mother? You said there was such a thing (...)?

"No... I don't"

The voice that answered that had strength.

In fact, I never wanted my mother.

Because for me, my mother was the object of fear and hatred.

"You are not my daughter, you will not have a daughter like you from my stomach"

That's what my mother decided to say as she looked hatefully over the mirror at her broken body shape in childbirth.

"Born noble women's wombs like mine don't host filthy children like you. I have to get pregnant again because you weren't a man. Now it's over."

I think that means that I was aware that I was my mother's daughter.

But absolutely, you never tried to admit that you were my own daughter.

In addition, my mother threatened me with cursing and crying.

"If you make so much noise, I'll cut your throat like Beatrice."

My mother strangled me sometimes when her emotions got high.

On the other hand, very rarely, but sometimes he caressed my head gently when I was in a good mood.

But that was a very short time. It sucks, especially when you show me how frightened I am by my mother's caress. My mother slapped me with her belt like a whip,

"Not my child! It's not a child born out of my womb! I have no children!

That's what I cried out for.

My father says my mother's emotional instability is due to my mother's profession.

My mother was an actress.

That, too, was such a genius famous actress that she was said to be once every decade, and the hammering role was Princess Beatrice in the leablop version of Beatrice, which was performed four years ago.

My mother played both luscious beauties and sober maidens on stage, a good wife in front of her husband and a sociable Marquise in front of the nobles.

But my mother couldn't just be a housewife.

Of course, the Sargastine family is the Marquis, so you can leave the chores to the servants, but my mother even splashed them among the servants. Because of this, one servant after another quit at the Sargastine family. As a result, he was in the kind of feathers that brought unsold new actresses from the Royal Theatre to call them training in acting to imitate the samurai.

says my mother.

"Oh, not at all... I don't like living. It's boring. Parenting is troublesome, my husband is even a sarcastic among my friends, and my servants are full of careless foolish pictures. If this is life, I want to stay on stage forever. I want to be torn throat while Princess Beatrice is still here, dragged out of my womb and killed..."

My mother's words were like that of an actor who stood on stage.

My mother fundamentally lacked something called a sense of life. I always had dreamy eyes for somewhere that wasn't here, and at the same time, the reality in front of me seemed to only recognize it as if I were watching theatre, like some other HR.

For my mother, reality was theatre.

But the play was uninterruptedly boring to my mother.

"Hey, -. Could you kill me? Could you rip my throat, drag my uterus out, and kill me like Princess Beatrice? While I can still be beautiful..."

My mother got pregnant some time after that.

Now it's time for the boy and my father to haunt my mother, but of course, there's no way the sex of a child in my stomach can change where I've been haunted. He's a sarcastic and even a poisonous father to the king, but when it comes to the governor, the royalty gets so conservative. Take the boy anyway. My mother, of course, watched my father so repeatedly with cold eyes, but my father, who was supposed to be a sarcastic, was dull all this time.

"I'm done, -. I'll have you and have kids again next time... my body won't go back like it did when I was a virgin. From now on, it's going to gradually get ugly and only come around as a paranoid middle-aged woman or a wretched old woman. Oh, I want to die before then... I want to be dragged out of my bowels, exposed to my womb, and imprisoned under the disgrace of a woman who committed a smuggling."

My mother told me that over and over again towards my daughter.

Now, I know a little too. My mother must have been mentally unstable from being pregnant. My mother was originally a genius actress, but her talent was of mental instability and immediacy. My mother was highly conjectured, easily upset and sometimes hysterical.

My father didn't have the special feeling of supporting his wife like that.

My father talked about his wife's eccentricity in funny prose in the art world of Wang Du, but that's all I have to say when it comes to what my father did with his wife.

My father says, "I took her as my wife in order not to damage Sylvine's nature".

My father gave my wife unlimited freedom in marriage. It was normal to give up my path as an actress if I were to be a noble lady, but my mother was able to continue being an actress after marriage.

In that regard, it may have been a marriage of mutual interest. It is not yet clear to me that a marriage is something that can be made by mere agreement of interests….

My father's only responsibility to my mother was to produce traces of the Marquis Sargastine family. My father called it a noble duty. I guess that is true, but the affair between my father and mother seemed very pale.

How does my daughter, me, know that? That, of course, was because my confused mother was running her mouth every now and then. He says his father holds his mother with a face that makes him uncomfortably obligated. There can't be a gentle caress or anything, and my father will be done with it in no time. My father leaves his bed and goes to his study to work on writing a critique that painfully ironic his latest theatre.

Is it true that my mother was intimate?

Honestly, I don't know.

However, you would have had that opportunity. My mother was an active actress and I also heard her reputation for getting married against her own words and then gaining more charm. There are many young actresses in the Royal Theatre who behold their mother. If my mother cares about that, there should be no such thing as seducing them. At any rate, my mother is a natural actress who plays freely with both luscious beauties and clear maidens.

The mother - she died right in front of me.

My consciousness was just watching it.

My mother had her throat torn, her belly torn, her uterus dragged out and a knife stuck out at the fetus she was in.

"'- Behold, this is a sign that this woman was a fornicator!

The same voice as me says that with a knife in the air.

That line was from the famous act of 'Beatrice'.

I don't know how my father, who has rushed there, took that sight.

Besides the fear and consternation that saw madness in my father's eyes, I think there was an undeniable trance.

At the end of Actress Sylvine's life, my father applauded her sparingly.

I cried emotionally, held my bloody mother's head, and kissed her lovingly on those lips.

The next day, my father announces publicly that my mother committed suicide.

The samurai of the Marquis Sargastine family let him hold the money and testify that my mother had committed suicide.

My daughter, who killed my mother, was to be locked in a sitting cell inside the mansion as a "child of abomination".

- This is what I found in your room.

To my father's words, I am drawn back to the reality in front of me.

My father put a dagger and something like Bolero on his desk.

My father naturally enters my daughter's private room and inspects her personal belongings regularly. My father says it's to find out if I'm spending money on something harmless and unproductive.

And like a dramatic critic, I'll give you a reputation for what my personal effects are. This is nasty, this book is foolish, these clothes are childish...... I believe that pointing them out one by one improves my "hobby" and doing it.

"... I was appraised by an acquaintance merchant. The story was that it would be either a drop item discovered from the body of a powerful demon or an excavation from an ancient site.

Where the hell did you get this stuff?

No reply to my father's words.

My father goes on to say things like pissed off.

"Sounds like this dagger cuts something regardless of the solidity of the subject by some sort of magical action. This bolero says that being together makes it difficult for one's existence to be perceived by others. Even A-rank adventurers said it was a delicacy they might want without threading on gold"

Again, silence comes to the room.

My father took the diary out of his desk drawer and said it deliberately as he turned the page.

"On December 7th and January 7th, when the Ripper incident happened, you said you were staying out at a friend's house because you were going to be late for work at the Circle Temple.

But when I checked with Midwifery, you were up on time for two days. I wrote down your words and deeds in my diary, and I'm pretty sure you checked the visiting records for Midwifery. "

My father has the habit of keeping a diary of what happened that day without divulging it in detail. Sometimes I couldn't keep a diary due to errands or something, I was always upset and sometimes it was just a splash on us.

They've been told by doctors that it's a "nerve of birth". Of course, that doctor will no longer be able to enter this house again, and he will also try to tighten it out of the aristocracy that is related to the Marquis.

Anyway, the fact that there was a cleaver (ripper) incident that day, and that I was out volunteering, was exactly in the diary. My father doesn't put any love into our family, but he only has good eyes for surveillance.

My father, after showing his hesitation more than once, shook his lips and finally put the question to his mouth.

"Milia (...)... Are you the Ripper (Ripper)?

Oh......

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The mansion of the Marquis of Sargastine, said to be the most exuberant in the Wang capital Monocannus, is burning.

The flames blowing up from the mansion reflected on the lake surface of Lake Monocanus, dyeing the area red.

"Senior Miriam, heh!

I'm flying from the roof of the old town mansion to the roof, aiming for the flaming Marquis Sargastine mansion.

The seventh and eighth cases by the Ripper contained serious tips for me.

Why did Senior Miriam lie over there?

Was the Ripper important to Senior Milia - or because Senior Milia (...) herself is the Ripper (...).

Senior Miriam is the owner of [body clairvoyance] skills, so dismantling the human body would be a lot easier than the average person. Seniors also do things like surgically removing tumors from the body. Of course, it's preliminary compared to previous life surgeons, but some people have taken their lives by this.

Looking into it with that in mind, it turns out that Senior Miglia had been staying at her alumni 'house in the new town on the night of the first and second incidents, saying that her visiting examination job had been prolonged. It would not have been difficult to get out secretly, as it was the private room in that house that Senior Miglia rented.

At the time of the third incident, Senior Miglia was at her parents' home, the Marquis residence of Sargastine in the Old Town.

Likewise, it must have been possible to go outside without the family noticing.

Moreover - as he had previously admitted, the victim of the first incident, Morrigan Westania, was an alumni of Senior Milia and said he had an intimate relationship with Katherine Fodlett, the victim of the second incident, through her father, who was a dramatic critic. It is believed that Senior Miriam's usual honors student said something and these two men were killed with little vigilance.

Both the victim of the third case, Baroness Vistesia, were found in contact.

The Baroness, who had been home quiet since her fall and fracture a few months earlier, had undergone a visit to the Temple of the Circle. Miriam seniors with [body fluoroscopy] specialize in treating fractures. Upon confirmation with the Temple's Auxiliary Festival, it turns out, indeed, that Senior Miglia was in charge of Baroness Vistesia.

Even if Senior Miglia suddenly shows up on a day when there are no plans to visit her, would the Baroness recruit her into the house without being particularly vigilant? Senior Miriam's father is the Marquis of Sargastine and, from the Baron's family, is also a considerable aristocrat. There was also a risk that he would bounce back later because he was not home at night except for himself. Or simply did you not think that you could still drive your young daughter back late at night? For once, a senior Miriam, he may have taken it with him even if he had concerns about his injuries.

Senior Miglia was also in a position to hear from the Baroness that Baron Vistesia would return all his servants after the evening. I don't know if Baron Vistesia was absent from the Mansion that day by chance or if he had been informed beforehand by his father, the Marquis, etc......

At this point, Senior Miglia will have had contact with all the victims of the incidents from the first to the third. Besides, Senior Miglia's position would have allowed all three of them to be alarmed and brought into a situation that was convenient to them.

Nevertheless, there are also many rebuttals to the Senior Miriam = Ripper (Ripper) theory.

Firstly, on the first to third cases, how could Senior Miglia have mutilated the body?

Senior Miriam's status did not have [Wind Magic].

Next, how could you escape from the scene without anyone finding you?

If the noble lady wanders alone at night, she is naturally likely to get into trouble. It has already been confirmed that Senior Miglia does not possess any scout-based skills.

As for the fourth and fifth double homicides, I can't think of any way for Miriam seniors to come and go through both old and new towns in the first place.

Similarly, there is a mystery in the sixth case. How could Senior Miriam, who has only three levels, have killed a skilled adventurer?

The seventh case (one at the Royal Theatre) is likely to fit if you think it was a selfie.

Melvi said at that time that it was a lie that Senior Miriam said, "The girl who put the cunt together ran away". If Senior Miriam was a cleaver (ripper) and she had to pretend to be the first discoverer and healer because the victim screamed at her, her muscles would go through.

Also, the return blood that should have been bathed by the offense as a cleaver (ripper) can be deluded if it appears to have been under treatment.

But then there was the eighth incident in the back alley where "The Girl Who Got Together" fled, and Mr. Ciel, who rushed to the spot, said no one had come out of the street.

It's tricky because according to Melvi, Mr. Ciel's testimony is also a lie, but that's what Mr. Ciel would have testified if he had seen a bloody cleaver (ripper) too. Or you would be catching me on the spot. Because I'm a level 95 brave man.

There was no "Girl with a Girl with a Girl". But the eighth cleaver (ripper) case did happen.

Then the question arises as to who made the eighth case. Anyway, Senior Miriam = Ripper remained in the seventh scene.

Unless Senior Milia has another, it follows that the Seventh and Eighth Rippers (Rippers) are someone else.

Thus, although various questions remain, for the case up to the third, it came to pass that Senior Miglia is the most powerful cleaver (ripper) suspect.

Tomorrow an officer knight under Prince Ellens will ask Senior Miriam to accompany him arbitrarily and conduct a situational hearing.

Before that, I wanted to see Senior Miriam.

I haven't decided what to do with seeing him. I wasn't sure if it was possible for this person to be a Ripper or something like that, even after this period.

Until the third case, it can also be considered a total coincidence. Alternatively, it is possible that someone familiar with Senior Miriam is trying to incriminate Senior Miriam.

- I wanted to believe Senior Miriam.

But the Sargastine Marquis residence, which visited such thoughts on its chest, was about to be engulfed in flames.

While I suppress the upset, I look for signs in the Mansion with the "Immortalist" 's ability to detect signs.

There were some signs that it was coming together. One of them was badly weak and the other was badly disturbed. Signs other than those two are probably servants because they are standing up on the spot or trying to escape.

From the signs alone, I could imagine what would be happening on the spot.

People killed people.

The person killed is slowly dying, and the person who killed is confused.

In front of the mansion, the knights of the Sargastine Marquis were wandering under guard.

"- Let me through!

I try to push through there by showing my Royal Detective Assistant ID, but the knights didn't approve of my passage.

Under the authority of a royal detective and his assistant, access to a noble's private residence is subject to the permission of that noble. If it was necessary to force an investigation, it was necessary to ask the king to issue a warrant. I think it's a reasonable system compared to the criminal procedure of previous life, but if this is the case, I would have gotten the power.

"I'm sorry."

I am strengthened by the "Immortal Mage", who rushes up the Gate Column of the Marquis Mansion and forcefully enters the Mansion. Needless to say, it's illegal, and I can't complain about being killed without warning by the owner of the mansion at this point.

Pulling away the knights rushing after me, I slam the original magic "Shotgun" into the doorway of the burning Marquis Mansion. The countless pieces of stone that were shot out at high speed destroyed the door by the time it was skinless.

I run up five steps through the entrance hall staircase and destroy the upstairs door again with a "shotgun" as I spill my falling chandelier.

Behind it, behind the corridors decorated with sculptures and paintings, there are signs of problems.

- Signs of the cleaver (ripper) you've been chasing.

But I didn't want to see anyone who was ahead of me.

I slowly push open a luxuriously built door.

The smell of blood poking your nose.

The walls were half burned down and the room was about to be wrapped in the burning smell of both black smoke.

And there he was...

"... Mr. Edgar"

Hanging his father's amputated head in one hand, Senior Miriam said so with his uncertain eyes of focus.