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The carriage that crept through the gates of the Goncourt family did not go to the main building, but to the annex to the east.
Norma, unloaded at the front entrance of the annex, headed to the back of the second floor with guidance from the cannel.
You are sleeping in the back room, with Prado Goncourt sitting beside you.
A young servant dressed in superior attire approached the cannel and said in a small voice.
"Your wife has taken your daughter back to her room."
Cannell nodded and responded, greeting the Lord.
"I'm back now. We've brought Norma."
Prado stood up and welcomed Norma.
"Thank you for your time"
"I heard you call. Is this what you want to see?"
"I wonder if it's the beginning of Lord Norma. This is dops. Zeps' brother."
At this time Norma noticed that there was another person in the room. An acquaintance.
"Was Lord Ospar here?"
Ospar is a therapist. Much older and more experienced than Norma. Norma wondered why he was even called when this person was coming.
"Lord Norma. Sorry to keep you busy. By the time I got here, he was already dead. I don't know about poison, but I'm not familiar with it. I remember you saying there were ways to judge some poisons. I called on Lady Prado."
"Was it"
The wound's not here.
When I approached the "night light" for my phone, there was a small scratch on my neck muscle. It's a pretty deep wound.
"Looks like you got poked with something like a thick needle. Where is the needle located?
That's what I can't find.
Norma asked for a glass of water to brighten the room, clear the top of the table. A number of dispensing dishes were arranged, the brought reagents were handily placed in dispensing dishes, and water was poured and mixed.
This reagent is my father's work, too. It has long been said that poisons derived from creatures and warcraft, when reacted with certain types of ore, produce different results for each. In a privileged environment, my father obtained all kinds of ore, let his servants shrug it, repeated experiments, and finalized the formulation of the ore capable of determining the sixteen typical types of poison.
Once you figure it out, it's not hard to get a small amount of ore. A single use is very small.
Fluid collected from the mucous membrane of the mouth of the dead was carefully added to the reagent.
"You can't be wrong. It's poison from the White Serpent."
"Is that what happened?"
That's what Ospar seemed to have done.
Prado's expression is hard.
Cannell bowed his head to Ospar.
"Lord Ospar. Thank you. Please come home tonight with this. I'm sorry to interrogate you, but what you saw in this hall today, I hope."
"I'll take it. Bye, Lord Norma."
"Yes, excuse me"
Norma was then guided to a separate room and served tea.
Prado sits on the couch in front of Norma, with a cannel standing behind its oblique back.
After savoring the warmth of the tea for a while, Prado opened his mouth.
"Lord Norma. From now on, I will make one suggestion to you. But before I do, I need you to ask me a few questions about what's going on in my house."
"Yes."
"I wonder if you know where Roxona is."
Roxona is the mother of Corona, Norma's mother. In other words, she is Norma's grandmother. It was the lady in Prado's side room in front of me.
"Are you talking about coming out? No, I don't. I just hear you were too low-profile to name your wife."
"Not low. Anyway, Roxona was out of the Oculus family in Bigo. So he was more of a man than his rightful wife, Narae."
"Huh? But Master Narae was from the Sawazier family, right?
"Even so, the Occult family was a famous Bigo home. History is older and better known than the Sawaziers. Then the Oculus disconnected, and Roxona lost her back shield."
"Did you?"
"Moreover, Narae is not the fruitful daughter of the Sawazier family. She was the daughter of the Rameau Chamber of Commerce. When he married me, he became the adopted daughter of the Sawazier family and took the form of a nobleman into the aristocracy."
"Huh."
"Maybe later. Narae hated Roxona violently. At the time, my family was in a bad position to lose the cooperation of the Rameau Chamber of Commerce. Then Corona had a hard time."
"Did you?"
"You haven't heard from Corona about Roxona?
"I hear he was a gentleman."
"Right."
Prado closed his eyes so as to strike a memory for a while.
"Narae bare four of my sons. In time, the eldest and third son died at an early age. I nominated my second son, Tonnara, as heir to the governor. He's a little weak. He died five years ago."
Norma also knew about that.
"Tonnara had three children. First son Zepus, second son Dopus, first daughter Tendria."
The zepus was beheaded by Lecan last year. When I heard the story, Norma also lost much of her voice to surprise.
"After Tonnara's death, I nominated Zepus as the heir to the governor. Then Zeps is dead. Then I was going to nominate Dops, the brother of Zeps, as the governor heir. The Dops died today. He was a healthy and wise child. That's why he was killed."
Prado's eyes were in harsh light. And in its harshness, Norma read the limitless sorrow.