"Reggie, it's okay. Answer me."
Starting with the Holy King, when I was in trouble stared at by a nobleman of high rank, the lady offered me a helpship.
"Ha. —— First of all, I was concerned about the eye contact between His Holiness the Holiness and His Excellency the Borderline Uncle. You two didn't know yourself to attend this meeting, but on the contrary, you must have had some information in advance about this' pastime '. Or so much fun, didn't you just contact the owner of each house? His Holiness the Holiness does not appear to be in danger to His Eminence the Borderline - of course I don't think this' pastime 'was planned to be dangerous enough, but was it confirmed just in case?"
…………
Whoa, the grey bear is staring at us.
"And the other thing is, the chandelier candle has disappeared."
"... why is that strange?
"If I'm the raider, I'll cut the chandelier and drop it. That would cause more confusion. It would take too much money to drop the chandelier for 'afternoon', and it would cause injuries that don't require a broken piece of glass."
"Hmmm..."
"Something else."
"Do you still have it!?"
"Yep. The raider's sword muscle clearly belonged to the Knights of the Holy Kings, and there's no way the assassins would let their targets go off again, well, these are just things you don't notice beforehand. And then, I didn't know it beforehand, but in the dark His Majesty the Holy King and the Holy Prince were shining light. If you knew this beforehand, you would snipe it with a crossbow or something. Or as much as throw a sword at him before he escapes."
"No, wait a minute. There's a chance the target isn't us."
"His Holiness the Holy King may be, but I think the Holy Prince is the target"
"Why? Because so many of the raiders came to this table?
"No."
I pointed —— on the table.
It's a dish of five sauces that Master Kruvschlatt was staring at deliciously.
"Only in the sauce of the Holy Prince, because the poison is mixed"
[Mori Luo Wan] does still send the information that its source is "extremely harmful to the human body".
The Holy King who heard the word —— his expression fell out of his face.
(... hmm? I thought poison dishes were a kind of "pastime," too, but that's crazy. Preventing poisoning is no fun or anything. It can be a pleasure to pretend that Master Kruvschlatt is dead and see how he reacts, but still he won't have to bother putting poison in it)
If you were thinking about that,
"Hey, escort"
"Ha."
"Are you serious that there's poison here?
"Yes, I thought you were sure."
That's when I was noticed irrevocably.
The face of the Holy King is stained with anger —— that is, its "poison" is "unexpected".
Someone meant it and said they were trying to kill the Holy Prince.
The morning of the escort is early.
Even if the day before the attempted murder of the Holy Prince arose and was accompanied by an investigation late at night, after which the circumstances had to be explained to the Count of his employer. The morning of the escort is early, even if it was late at night when he finally slept.
The servants of the mansion are provided with something like dormitories, but I am given a private room as escort. When I get out of bed, I wash my face with [Life Magic (Convenient)]. Feels good with enough water to chill out a little.
There is no decent mirror, so check the hairline of your hair with a mirror with a shiny iron plate. You're not checking the amount of hair, are you? I don't have to use hair dye for a while and it looks fine. I don't have a bedtime habit either. All you have to do is get dressed sassy and you're ready.
"Good Morning"
"Good Morning"
Several maids and deacons have already begun their activities. Even though it was still sunrise time, there were indications that the entrance hall was bumpy.
"Thank you for the rest"
"Welcome"
A large number of servants bow their heads and see the Count and Deacon leave.... Count, I suppose you've hardly slept since you heard my report and that means you're going out now. Or you haven't slept one night or anything?
—— Tomorrow will be a big day...
The report of the "Dinner Party of the buds and the crescent moon" touched lightly on the "aftermath" and used a lot of time on the "attempted poisoning" that followed. The Count kept a note of all the information I had seen and heard. Because today, the Count is almost certain that he will be summoned to the Holy King and ordered to blur the killer because he is a "human lie finder".
(Woe to you. Good luck)
I was sympathetic in my heart, and I looked out the window at the Count leaving the mansion in a carriage. The eastern sky was thinly cloudy, and it seemed less sunny today.
I get reports that the lady woke up after checking the lady's schedule and eating today.
"Good morning, lady."
"Morning, Reggie."
Check with the lady at the breakfast table about her plans for today. The lady dines alone, and I stand across the street from the table.
It's the same beautiful look and make, and I think it's because it's only picturesque to be eating, and beautiful men and women get it.
"-- That's what we're going to do today"
"Reggie, how was yesterday? I would have gone home first."
"You're a lot late for an interview. Looks like the Count has been waiting for my return..."
"Well, it's just your father being sloppy. I told everyone to go to bed early."
"I don't think you waited for me out of kindness. Didn't you dream weirder than that? Feel scared."
"You don't treat me like a child, okay? Something I wasn't afraid of. I thought Reggie would be safe."
"… that's an excessive word"
Ma'am, you trust me too much. I was so scared of what the grey bear would do if it disturbed me. Such a fur wearer is not decent.
"So who was the killer?
"Not Found Yet"
"Yeah? Even though we have Reggie?
"... I'm a lady's escort, just a poison finder"
"That's true, but yesterday, we were all completely impressed with how Reggie was controlling the Raiders and then talking to His Majesty the Holy King and the Holy Prince!
The lady says, sparkling her eyes.
"Lady Eva. This is the first time you've heard this story."
Oops. Deacon's eating up his glasses while they're out of position, huh?
(Lady, shut up! Shut up!
The deacon was also present at the report to the Count, but you skipped what seemed like your hands-on bragging... and if I ever heard of talking to the Holy King or something, I knew that the deacon of the Holy King's fervent fanatics (fans) would melamera the flames of jealousy.
"What's going on, Reggie? No way you haven't reported it?
"I did! I've done enough! Oh, yeah, I'm off the lady's escort today, so someone from the knight will follow me."
"--Huh?"
I got the look on the lady's face as soon as possible.
"I was telling you before, a few crushes with the lady and me... that I am allowed to be present at the interrogation about the 'slave trader' I freed. Looks like it's going to take place today."
"Yes, it is..."
I wonder what's wrong. "Then you're taking me with you!" I was prepared to be told like that (at that time I was also going to use the help of the Deacon to reject it with all my might), but this reaction...
"--The lady must be anxious."
Hih, maid chief!? Don't whisper in my ear all of a sudden!
The maid stood in a fixed position by the inlet as she lowered her back leg without making any noise. Isn't this man hidden...? But I tried to train you after watching the maid length move, but you didn't get that kind of gift......
(Anxiety, huh)
That's true, isn't it? Even the lady is a 12-year-old girl.
Maybe "I wasn't scared" because I was there would be "scared" without me, to the contrary.
"... Lady, I'll be back as soon as I can"
"Really...?
Don't look like a scolded girl, lady.
If the Count sees me like this, I don't know what's gonna happen to me. It's just, "What are you crying about? 'Cause the deacon and the maid are teasing you with their eyes, right?
"Yes, sir."
"Can you promise?
"Let's promise"
I lay down my right hand and offered, my index finger and middle finger stuck together. This is like "no two words," or "finger-cutting," or, in a sense, "swearing."
"... I got it. I write to Mira today."
"Yeah, do that"
The little lady's hand squeezed my two fingers. [M]
He had warm and soft hands.