Sweet Reincarnation

"Well done, Sir Pastry-Mortellen. It's been a long time since I've seen you."

"I would like to express my pleasure and gratitude to His Excellency the Duke for his good victory. Don't be shy and say hello."

"You're the one who can say hello because you're busy. I'll hear how active you are. A lot. Looks like you've been pretty flashy lately."

"I don't know enough to reach your ears, but our development depends on your help and gratitude"

To the royal palace, a pastry was called.

What I called was a heavy town with shallow to no edge with Pais. Duke of Kadreček, the leader of the military valley, who holds the domestic military power in one hand.

Broken his face with age and wrinkles, the older man welcomed the boy.

"Do, my lord. Is this still about my father?"

"Uhm. As you are aware, Sir Mortairn has been summoned for the theft of Her Majesty's crown. Regarding this, it is also a troubling situation. You're not irrelevant, and I wanted to borrow your wisdom."

The Duke of Kadreček learns the wisdom of the pastry. There is even a certain admiration, even if the years are apart, just because there is some experience of the appearance of a child and an insult and a painful look in his eyes. It is also new to my memory that I have foretold the arrival of a new generation of waves to young people more talented than I was when I was younger.

That's why, in the awkward circumstances of the present situation, we rely on Pais for the thought of straw.

"Is your father charged with theft?"

"Uh-huh. Except that Noun doesn't think that his majesty or Marquis Siebert would have done anything to steal from Lord Mortairn."

"Thank you. So why was my father called?

"That's because Sir Mortairn can use [instant travel]. Explain the obvious, but if we only talk about the main points, there's been a burglary in what appears to be a secret room. Even if it is not possible for the remainder of us, if it is Sir Mortairn, it is easy."

"It seems pretty forceful. I caught him because it was possible, so it wouldn't be a criminal investigation."

Pais was reluctantly outraged by the Duke's explanation.

Suspects because it's possible, if they say so, all men will be suspected of sex crimes. It was only natural to be angry when there was so much in Doku.

"I know what you think. Non agrees. I just have a situation."

"Things?"

"I couldn't help but notice that this was before your birth, but there was a similar incident about fifteen years ago. There was a painful case of someone who was apparently murdered and drowned, even though no one was close."

"And what does that have to do with this one?

"That's it. The wizard was the killer at the time of the incident. As the person in charge, we have put in place a fairly strict protective system against wizards that must not happen in the future."

There's no way Pais would know, such as the case of the Royal Palace fifteen years ago.

This world where the media doesn't incite and write sensationally, and gossip doesn't fly across weekly magazines. Because the painful incident in which a warrant was laid once has to weather over time.

"In other words?"

"The substance of the protective system cannot be elaborated from the point of view of protection. But the wizards, including you, are free to use magic in the castle. Except for the garden. Well, if you use it, you'll see."

"I see... that?

Pais finds out.

I can't use magic in the royal castle. No, because of the nuances of the language, as it's getting harder to use. Then I realize there is a discrepancy.

"Mm-hmm. As you've noticed. There are exceptions to this. Your Majesty told me you can't imitate your subordinates. This protective system does not apply to His Majesty's immediate nobleman. There are aristocratic principals who can use magic besides Lord Mortairn, but all of them are magic impossible to make this case. For example, you can't steal with [fire]."

"So my father was called."

"That's right. This is also to protect Sir Mortairn. I summoned him early to keep him at His Majesty's disposal because I knew he was going to suspect me. If we do, at least a similar incident will not be equally charged, and at that point Sir Mortairn's charges will be cleared. During the previous murders, it was a painful case of serial killings. The Wizard, who protected and placed under surveillance in the name of summons at the beginning of the thing, was also successful in resolving the case as soon as the suspicion cleared up. Your Majesty must have thought the same thing this time. Only theft could have kept the case going, so I guess I wanted to prevent Lord Mortairn from turning a suspicious eye on me each time."

"I see."

The magical defense of the castle cannot be imagined by Pace, who has no knowledge of its hands at all. However, it is harder to assume that there is such a breakdown than the military chief affirms.

If we put it under full surveillance and there are going to be further incidents, we can have a perfect alibi with no more. If they told me they were after it for casserole, it seemed like a certain amount of muscle was going through the summons.

"So your father's suspicions cleared up?

"But this is where it gets tricky. Although we summoned him early to protect Lord Mortairn, because the incident was a single incident, the dismissal led to a deepening of the charges. A voice began to say that the incident did not continue because the killer was caught early. Instead, there are those who incited it. What a conspicuous Lord Mortairn, and here and here are the things that are beginning to pull my legs, and I have begun to conceive of political problems"

"So he asked me if I could do something about it."

"Exactly"

The Associate Baron Mortairn family is a military family. If it's an internal affairs house, for example, we turn to backwards support when things happen, and if it's foreign affairs, post-war processing is the place to work. Against the military family, take the initiative and go to the front line. It is inevitable that casserole belongs to the military family.

If you look at it with a big eye, you can say that the Duke's faction, led by the Duke of Kadrecek, also includes casserole.

That means that the Mortairn family's lapse, albeit marginally, would result in the wounds of the Duke of Kadrecek.

"I hear the Mortairns were able to exchange Uncle Raing the other day. The foreign affairs valves, whose interaction with the kingdom of Voltuzara is also within the scope of their work, are not interesting in the form in which they are laid down. Internal affairs valves are craving scapegoats to avoid responsibility for this burglary. These two factions can't usually be a single rock, but when they take their hands and move, it ends badly."

"... you think that's what's happening now?

"This is also Non's responsibility. You're buying grudges all over the place. I am thoroughly disparaging Sir Mortairn, and with it I am trying to reduce his influence a little bit. In this case, the case remains unsolved, while Sir Mortairn attempts to allow the extremely suspicious situation to continue. And the more time it takes, the easier it will be."

The more time we have, the deeper the suspicion of casserole. That's because if the killer was there, any traces, evidence, etc. would fade over time. Relatively, the suspicion grows that casserole was the culprit. Whatever, it's definitely possible with him.

It is also natural from factional mechanics that the Duke of Kadrecek shelters and defends the Mortarn family, in which case the more the Mortarn family falls, the deeper the wounds of the Duke of Kadrecek. If we are to be seen with the kind of eyes that shelter criminals, the Kadrecek family will also be unable to shelter them, and in that case the Mortairn family will be diplomatically alienated.

If the Mortairns want to avoid it, there are two realistic paths.

One is to abandon the Lord lightly, trump him, and replace him. Even if you believe that casserole didn't do it, there are ways to curb the bleeding by punishing suspicion. It is a way of acting like a lid on something stinky, but the political world is often done.

Nothing else will change the substance if casserole retires, and depending on the quality of his successor, he may be able to point to a greater development.

And the other thing is, find the killer.

Although it is possible that humans who do not want the Mortairn family to make the leap could get in the way, it would be the best result if it could be achieved. However, there is also a risk that if we take the time to do so, we will reinforce the theory that casserole was actually the culprit.

The two-way solution to reality.

I don't have to worry about Pace, like which one to choose.

"We'll get the real killer. Before the mortarns come out of the way, a man happy to fall."

"Um, let's do whatever we can with Non. Don't match your interests."

The next lord of the Mortairn family, Pastry.

It was the rarest moment of the birth of a boy detective in the world.

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A room in the royal castle.

A common type of room with only one door, with windows on a fitted kill.

This hand room, which is often lent to people working in the castle, is now used for a different purpose.

No, when it comes to executive duties, I have a different image than general executive duties.

"The sun's down."

"It's getting dark fast these days"

"I'm hungry, could you bring me a meal"

"The clerk will bring it to you in a few moments, please wait. I'm sorry to inconvenience you, Sir Mortairn, but as much as you understand."

There's casserole in the room. It was a hand-held breeze, crushing my spare time while doing muscle strength training, etc.

And as a watchdog for that casserole, three people are in the room.

Represented by: Baron Ice Leng. Since the treasure crown burglary, I volunteered for this assignment because I feel most responsible.

Baron Iceleg Rockgand is nineteen years old at the time. My father, a predecessor, died of illness, only three months after succeeding to the trail.

I had been trained by my father before, and I had some confidence in my power. That's the inconvenience of stealing treasures that I managed at what could be described as my first job. No matter how I fixed it, I was reinforcing my self-blame when it was my fault.

And now things are moving in unexpected directions.

His superiors, the Miyagi, began to say that Associate Baron Mortairn was extremely suspicious. Rockgand is also an aristocrat. There was about an olfactory sense of political intent here.

According to the Miyagi, they wanted someone to rub the lapse in their jurisdiction. If the incident gets me into a labyrinth, I can even catch a glimpse of a verse that I believe will delude me.

Rockgand, who knows what happened is a coincidence, doesn't think Associate Baron Mortairn is the killer. But political mechanics doesn't make you talk about it.

The only way to blame yourself is to increase.

"... why is Your Excellency so flat"

"Hmm?"

Remorse or self-blame, guilt for the casserole involved, anger for the burglar. Based on the rock gands with all sorts of emotions, the presence of casserole today was unusual.

Wet clothes are being dressed, placed in a politically unfavourable position and in an unreasonably extreme situation. momentarily and in a worse situation. If I did poorly, it seemed unnatural to be placid, given my current position that I might be truncated and sinned against.

"Why, why is your Excellency so calm? If you are my lord, you know what your situation is... WHY!!

Baron Iceleg's voice sounded very well in the narrow indoors. Pregnant self-restraint, crying words to oneself.

Casserole responded to such a young man's cry with an awful quiet voice.

'Cause the situation is calming down.'

"Stupid. How can you stay calm in a situation where your enemies are all over you, you're under house arrest like this, and you can't do anything? Shh!!

Casserole was made up of a generation with merit. They are jealous and neglected.

Fortunately for this incident, the number of good bystanders and, worse still, active droppers is increasing day by day.

I think Rockgand wonders what the hell we're going to settle into right now. Kara in casserole even seemed fine.

"Because you can believe that a comrade who won't abandon me will definitely solve this situation and show it to you."

"Battlemate?"

"Oh. I sincerely believe, the best man is moving. Only if I am so sure can I stay calm...... Baron Ice Leng!!

"Ha."

"Don't be so sick. This case, time is on our side."

The face of a casserole with a grin.

What floated was a smile very similar to that of the detective boy.