Sweet Reincarnation

In the royal castle, one boy shrugged.

We know who did it.

"What? Is that true, Lord Mortairn?"

Pastry grinned at the inquiry of the Duke of Kadrecek.

"Yeah. This is a very simple case."

The boy assured me with confidence.

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A room in the royal castle.

Pais was in the clerk's office at the scene of the crown burglary. There is one adult beside him.

"Windows near the ceiling are fitted and killed...... that's expensive. Shiites, can you see it?

"Definitely embedded and awesome. That's a window that won't open. It would be difficult to hang a ladder."

"Any signs of destruction or workmanship?

"Hey. At least not from the inside of the room. Would you like to see it from the outside, too?

"I looked at that beforehand. Instead of working outside, there wasn't even any sign of people approaching."

"That's right, boy, I don't know how you saw it, but it's not out there."

With the silver-haired boy is Sheitz, the Mortairn family squire.

The head of the family was hunted out as a manpower because of the fact that he was under house arrest.

Speaking of what you're doing, of course you're looking for the real killer. It's a field investigation for that.

Thanks to the accommodation of the Duke of Kadreček, he is able to investigate as he pleases. This neighborhood will be unique to the aristocratic society where connections refer to things.

Even so, it's a miserable room.

"They said it was more like a hypnotic room than a work room. No one used it on a daily basis, and at the time of the incident, it couldn't have been used other than Baron Eisleng."

"It makes sense and it's dusty. One shelf. One desk, one bed. This is it. Can you find any clues that you've decided to look into it?

"You don't know that without looking into it."

"If you don't have all this stuff, you'll be foolish enough to investigate and talk about doubting the general there. There's no place to hide, little place to work."

The job of a ritual clerk is like a ritual clerk if you change your mind. Expertise is also required, but no unique ingenuity or novel ideas are needed to do it.

For this reason, it was also a profession often held by people of lower rank in the internal affairs system.

So I guess, pretty killer scenery in the room being given too.

Shelves, desks, chairs and beds. The bed is for temporary sleep and the desk is set with a chair. Records were kept on the shelves, beginning with various goods controls, and rounded parchment and wooden planks were placed.

"This shelf is pretty cluttered, too"

"Uh-oh, how many years ago was this? Parchment is worn out...... geeky dusty"

"Don't touch me badly. I don't know where the clue is. Hmm?"

"What's the matter, boy?"

"No… I will continue"

He took the old parchment and coughed up his breath all the time. It seems to be quite old, so old that the wrapped paper deteriorates and colours, and the bracketed strings collapse just by touching them too.

"The bed... there are indications that you have used it several times. I haven't even been busy changing sheets. It's unhygienic."

"It must be for hypnotic sleep. The court nobility has few fruits, so hiring people is limited. You can't afford to hire people to maintain a room like this."

"The royal castle is under the control of people who work in the royal palace to clean it?

"I don't know what garbage is in a room reserved for executive use, because some people work confidentially. There will be no entry except for the room that was decided upon."

"So it hasn't even been cleaned... under the bed..."

"That's not the gap people get in. Even a boy would be a critical place. I wouldn't let you in first."

"Oh, Shiites, get the lights."

"You must have it in the middle of the day."

"Some dust is swept away. Can you see it?

"... really. Boy, you've noticed."

Extremely slight deposition of dust. To see the trail, there are only traces of what is under the bed.

I don't notice if I stare often, but I can say that I noticed it because it's a low-eyed paice. As I crawled to the ground, I could tell how the dust looked if I took my eyes on the ground sleigh.

"Was it placed under any bed?

"You don't want too many other people to see you hiding under your bed."

"You have experience with Shiites, too?

"It's a general theory, general theory"

Shiitz insists it's a general theory to hide the unexpected under the bed. I also feel like talking about Shiites' experience around pulling out that it's a one-set until his mother finds him, but Pais doesn't point it out either.

"On the desk... that's surprisingly beautiful"

"People don't come in and out. Then there's no one to scatter."

"Hmm. Is that a letter of offer about ritual procedures? Looks like you were writing down a note on the transmission of generations of Ritual Officers. This is the flow and considerations regarding the royal birthday celebration. Is this a trick to compromise with foreign guests when entertaining them? Even if it's not classified, it's a lesser-known knowledge."

"This is good. It's this time, boy, let's [transcribe] it. Without the Ritualist, it's worth the money."

"It's not until we figure out how to solve the case. All you have to do is do those things again after you have a purpose in liberating your father. First, I can't use magic in Royal Castle."

"Heck, you're right"

"After this division, let us negotiate with the Duke of Kadreček whether we can use magic in the name of the extension of the investigation."

"It's tough to sell a favor at a time like this."

"I also have this loan to the Duke of Kadrecek, so you'll be fine"

Even a desk is a simple one that doesn't even have a drawer on it.

I don't know what time it is, there is one dry ink bottle. A few blank parchments. A few Ritual Officer documents that appear to have been placed on the way to work. I have one feather pen. This is all I have on my desk.

"Boy, there's a scratch on your desk."

"Which one? This is a pretty old wound, isn't it? It's all over the place, too. Based on the ancient nature of this desk, it is no wonder that there are one or two wounds..."

"Might be traces of a smallworker."

"I won't deny it."

Speaking of what was in the room, the investigation was completed as soon as the number was small. Once the inside investigation is complete, the next step will be to investigate the entrance and exit.

"Is the room key the type that can be opened and closed from the inside? That's unusual."

"Looks like you can use the key from the outside and close it too"

Pais tried to touch the key after the observation. The mechanism is elaborate only in the Royal Castle room, and by using the keys, it is possible to manipulate the "kanji" from the outside. If it's from the inside, it looks like you can unlock it if you keep moving.

I feel a little rusty, but I don't need a lot of strength to move it. I actually opened it, but I could easily open it with one hand.

"Can I use a string to open it from the outside?

"There may be a way, depending on what you try to do, but I don't know for sure. The rust is too old to float, so it's scratched."

"Now we've looked all the way through, do you think we know who did this?

"... I made several hypotheses. Each will surely crush the possibilities, but there are still some things to look into"

I just looked around the room and didn't know it was very clear.

In the end, Pais decided to go straight back to the Duke of Kadrecek.

"Then I'll go back. Shiites, keep listening."

"Just like the meeting, right? Leave it to me."

"Enjoy it later. The more. Now try to hide the poison fangs."

"What the hell do you think I am?"

Shiitz goes to talk to a working employee. Because it is more appropriate than asking a great nobleman or a pais who can only look like a child no matter how he sees it.

Shiites does not face Dada in the colorful town of Wangdu, but has the manipulation to be intimate even in the first meeting with a woman, backed by experience. It's something Pais doesn't have.

If it is troublesome, for example, it can be a source of trouble if it hits a person like a young samurai who works underneath. Occasionally, the bad habit of being a former mercenary is the bad thing about the Mortairn family squire chief.

The Duke of Kadreček is a room in the Royal Castle.

I was in a room called Between the Black Snakes. It is a room rented from time to time by royal blood relatives and allows anyone but civilians in.

"My lord, we've checked the scene"

"Um, I've got some material on the crown, too."

"May I see it?"

"Of course. I'd love to hear your opinion."

The material collected by the Duke was truly a collection of miscellaneous material about the crown.

Painting surfaces for generations of Queen's crowns, records about the crown's budget, portraits of women wearing them, etc. Pais, who took a crushing look at it, mouths what he notices.

"The crown is very similar to all generations."

"Hmm. It's a lot to imitate. Not much excessive decoration is worthy of the refraining position of the Crown Princess, and if it is only a matter of quality, the Crown Prince himself will take it lightly. Because of the difficulty of adding and subtracting teaspoons, it can be a very difficult design."

"I can't tell if you look at it pah"

"The only thing you can tell is that you're a professional."

As far as the picture surfaces are concerned, the crowns of the Crown Princess and royal women are all similar.

For in a pyramid of authority culminating in the king, there is a bondage that must be made more glamorous than the general nobility, while avoiding designs more lavish than the king and his successors.

Though they are severely constrained, they differ from one another, but only as much as they discern monozygotic twins. Amateurs don't get it.

Thereafter, Pais and the Duke of Kadrecek carry out an exchange of information.

"I see, it was in this face that I was in the castle at the time... Baron Iceleg in white?

"Oh. Early on, the one in the hand of Noh interrogated, but no doubt. His testimony is credible, and he testifies that he was definitely locked when he left the room with the crown."

"How was it when you took the crown from the treasure trove to your room? Were the room keys closed at first?

"No. The first time he entered the room, he said the key was open. Supposedly my predecessor forgot to close the key"

"... were you able to get in ahead of time?"

There's nowhere to hide.

As we look at the material, the suspect is narrowed down at the time of the incident.

You can exclude the Archbishop of the Church.

"There was a samurai beside you. The samurai's testimony doesn't prove it, but there's no doubt about it."

"Can we exclude anyone who was a military coach or a Kingsguard knight?

"Many of those who were familiar with it when it happened, and those who were in the line of duty, will be confirmed."

"All that remained were about twenty of the samurai and the squire, and about ten of the court nobles. Outpatient only Viscount Athlaum"

"So it's all of us?

"... no. I'm still here."

"Hmm? Who?"

The faces mentioned earlier by the rest of us, who were in the castle at the time, except those whose innocence was fully proven. I didn't even think the Duke of Kadrecek had a suspect other than that, but Pais saw something different.

"Royalty is not included. I was in the castle at the time of the incident, Her Royal Highness Princess Petticarly, His Royal Highness Prince Renikis, Her Majesty the Queen and His Majesty the King."

"Sir Pastry-Mortellen. It is disrespectful, such as doubting the royal people!!

The Duke of Kadreček stood up and barked.

In a world where the feudal identity system remains colorful, only royalty can be judged. No matter how good the pastry was, that part won't be covered.

This old duke, whose common sense is deeply ingrained, did not even have the idea of questioning royalty in the first place.

"My lord. For example, when His Royal Highness had a woman in his heart, trying to force him into an unwanted engagement. Do you ever get attacked by the urge to hide the crown if by chance no one knows you've had a chance to hold it?

"Hmm... but questioning royalty, etc..."

"I suspected the royal family from the beginning."

"Become!!

"There are a lot of good people mobilized, starting with Your Excellency, and yet we don't know who the real killer is. Then what is not supposed to be suspected is the killer? That's what I'm thinking."

Between the two staring at each other, there was even a swordswallowing atmosphere at first glance.

A mixture of rationality inherited from casserole and also resulting from the peculiarity of Pais, and an elusive preconceived notion rooted in feudal morality.

The atmosphere lasted until the noise of the intruder's knock sounded.

"Go ahead."

"Excuse me. My lords, we've been listening, so we're here to report you."

"Shiites, I've been waiting. How did it turn out?

"Yes, I heard some interesting stories."

Pais was quietly listening to the results of Shiites' listening.

Hmm, he nodded, but when he finished listening, he smiled at the Duke.

My lord, now we know who did this.

"What? Is that true, Lord Mortairn?"

"Yeah. This is a very simple case. No, maybe he didn't even think we had a case."

"And who was the killer who stole the crown?

Pais answered the duke in a cool manner.

"It's Her Royal Highness the Princess. Perhaps."