The Abandoned Baroness is one of the Black Knight’s favorites

"It's annoying...."

Gilbert didn't miss a change in the colour of the man's eyes, a voice that trembled in fear. Stay still and look at the man so as not to shake his emotions.

"What is it?"

"─ ─ I said it was annoying. You don't understand how I feel!

Suddenly the violent man stepped on the floor with his free feet. Gilbert takes off the hand holding his wrist without changing his expression and sits quietly opposite the man.

"─ ─ Yes, let's hear it. You should talk about yourself."

The man's words prompted him to rap as if something had come off. The veracity of what a man says is already known earlier. You can get enough testimony by pinching your mouth only where there was a lie or deception. The stenographer was moving his back and laughing without a pleasant voice.

Once I had my mouth shut, it was easy to extract information, including the names of my allies' nobles and the purpose of their infiltration. It's like a lie to be stupid to keep quiet until now. It was originally like a son of a noble family. I wonder if you haven't received any training. The ambiguous goal of searching for useful information when attacking next time also reveals the bottom of the Second Prince of Elatos. Gilbert was relieved to hear that he was unlikely to come up with anything soon.

"Was it Uncle Birder who helped you infiltrate?"

"Oh, yeah. You know, when I promised you a big treat at Elatos, it was easy for me to get away."

The Count of Birder is one of the nobles with territory in the southern region. It is fresh in my memory that my son was arrested in connection with an illegal commodity transaction. Until then, the scandal was shocking and spread quickly to the domestic aristocracy. It is no wonder Elatos was informed of the information. In the material I read earlier, Count Birder named himself a suspect. I suppose I tried to start over in Elatos, but attracting an outpatient is a felony. Gilbert can't help but be stupid.

When I sent my gaze to the shorthand crew, they nodded back unexpectedly. Gilbert stood up and walked towards the man. Regardless of the man who pulled himself down, he grabbed his wrist again.

"Nah, what is it..."

And finally, I want you to show Elatos the information you gave me.

That has nothing to do with the man's guilt. It is not necessarily a testimony because of the information to be grasped for defense. It was something Gilbert would have done later in his report.

The man seems to have been in the mafia, but he didn't seem to have eaten too deep. The information obtained is only about the annual budget and personal information, and is not related to the national government itself. However, personal information can sometimes have a significant impact. Gilbert scrutinized each one carefully and engraved it into his memory. What can be a personal weakness needs to be addressed as soon as possible.

It seems that the man was using magic tools to fly the letter to Elatos, and it was easy to read the text of the letter in the video. The emotion when a person is writing something is because it is suitable for writing.

"─ ─ You......"

Gilbert stopped looking at one of the pieces of information and looked down at the man. The man who had regained a little space in his natural sharp gaze was also bluishing and trembling. Gilbert doesn't know how scary he looks right now. But the wave of my heart, which once became rough, did not easily subside.

It was a sentence that, in some cases, was not very problematic. It says only that the Marquis of Forster loves cats. The letters of the cat in the text were circled and marked with questionable symbols. No one in the royal castle knows Gilbert, the Magic Knight and Marquis, as it has been rumored lately. Normally, there was nothing wrong with it, which was material information to Gilbert. Sometimes on the front lines, Gilbert's weakness is also known as the "Black Knight" in the previous battle with Elatos. The answer to the question of what the symbol means is deepening the wrinkles between the eyebrows.

How much do you know about her?

The voice of inquiry became like crawling down the earth. Regardless of Gilbert's intentions, the thin platinum bracelet on his right wrist glows slightly. The footage flowing into the brain showed the man investigating Gilbert. It was like some young aristocratic son of Gilbert's who said it was really a cat or something suspicious.

"Hih, hihi...."

The man made a creepy laugh as if fear had gone through. Gilbert leaves his hand unattended to the status quo. Soon the man made a clamor and fell out of the chair and went down to the stone wall behind him to distance himself from Gilbert. But the creepy laughter continues. The stenographer stopped and turned to something.

"─ ─ That's enough information."

Gilbert turned his back on the man and put his hand on the door of the interrogation room. Regardless of the crew confused by the sudden deployment, twist the knob.

"Pretty little kitten. It's pathetic to be loved by monsters like you!

The voice that followed shook Gilbert's eardrum. A rough feeling strokes your heart. It must have been a loss and a man's best rebellion.

Sofia is at the Marquis of Forster. There is little likelihood of being harmed by the status quo without engaging with Eratos humans. The only people who know for sure that they are not cats in the first place are the royals of this country, including Mathias, in the royal castle.

Gilbert left the interrogation room silently. Inform the task force members in the hallway that they will submit their reports later, then head outside from the northern building.

It was completely dark outside. The training has already been completed, and no one remains in the workout yard or in the 2nd Platoon's office.

"─ ─"

Gilbert left it to his anger and punched himself hard at his desk. A sharp sound echoes in the unattended office. The dull pain spread from the hands to the arms, calming down the heavy emotions a little.

I just talked to Mathias today about keeping Sofia out of my problems. I don't know that I was already involved, and I regret that I said something long. I should have sworn to protect her happiness, even though she was struggling a lot. When I leaned my hands against my desk, I felt tingling and pain at the edge of my eyes.

"Sofia...."

Murmur the name with a small voice. Gilbert trembled at his own feelings mixed with the sound. You've denied it many times. Don't admit it. Hold hands so you can push it in. I thought I should get back to the Marquis as soon as possible and sat in my chair and took my familiar pen.

There are a lot of reports, but if you start writing, it won't stop. It took about an hour to write it down and put it in a locked case. Hurry to the task force office and submit your report. After finishing his work, Gilbert ran his horse in a hurry. It was still considerably later than usual that I was able to return home to the Marquis de Forster.