The surroundings are still noisy as a result of the terrorist and explosive destruction that took place in high-end residential areas. At first sight, the police, fire, ambulance, medical, office, and so on are in a lot of trouble like a disaster scene. If the house collapses, well, is it a disaster scene? It was mainly a man-made disaster caused by one Tristan.
In the meantime, our Langley family was thrown through like a mass. I'm just a kidnapped victim, but I don't need to ask the status quo, and I feel like it's the perpetrator. But since power and power are the most powerful perpetrators, perhaps no one can help.
The Hunter Mansion, which I saw again from the outside, was like a dollhouse, and the contents were completely visible. It was a little interesting because the whole fourth floor was missing. The people wandering around are like dolls. I certainly don't like to get involved if I think I'm the one who did this.
The front entrance is blown up, and it's ready to go, but this is Max's job. We have to compliment Yuka because it is the result of a forced entry to help her struggle at the front door.
I rode on a Tristan horse and Max returned with me to the Langley mansion. Normally, you're bothered by various interviews and procedures, so it's impossible to go straight home?
But we do what we have to do. At last, there was no obstacle to my home.
When I entered the entrance hall of my house, I saw Uncle Julius who had welcomed me and was convinced of the reason.
"Uncle! We're back! You broke a lot of bones for me. Thank you very much."
"Welcome home, Gladys. It's not a big deal. I'm glad you're okay."
My uncle smiled calmly as usual and hugged me as if nothing had happened.
I had a nice dinner with the four of my family, and I took a bath to slowly soothe my day's fatigue and sleep well.
It was in the newspaper the next day that I learned about the end of the incident.
It was not the kidnapping itself that attracted much attention, but the events that followed. Fuck you, Langley Brothers are in a lot of trouble.
The Duchess of Gladys Langley (and the Gentile Fuzzy Yuka) was kidnapped.
The angry brother succeeded in recapturing his beloved daughter by destroying several houses in the 14th arrondissement with a suspicious basement, and knocking the Duke of Hunter's mansion, which was actually an azimuth.
The innocent brother imprisoned none of the nobles at the party, threatened the King, and made him carry out the search for the hostages, rescue, and emergency deployment of the killer's captivity at an unusually fast pace.
The Langleys should have been known to be relatively moderate among the five Dukes. I instantly imagined an unbelievable family lined up with the Hunters.
Duke Langley, Raid Duke Hunter's Mansion! "Well, if you think about it, it's a really impactful headline. Sports newspaper? It kind of reminds me of a professional wrestler. That's the sports system.
Besides, the Tristan guy said he could find me right away, but he actually destroyed several unrelated mansions. Perfectly indiscriminate terrorism.
And I feel the love of my uncle in the headline "Julius Langley, suggesting economic pressure on King Elias". Live strong, Elias.
Looking at the newspapers, my uncle smiled kindly and said that this would reduce the number of fools who would attack Gladys.
Yes, behind me is a quality paper that publicizes an incredibly scary crowd. Give me your hand and I'll destroy you! It is the Langley family that goes to "Justice for the Strong" on the ground.
Unlike tabloids, both are exaggerated facts.
The news about the incident continued for days, and a few days later, "Lord Langley and Lord Hunter Meet! Destroy the south corridor of the castle with bare hands! The headline will jump in the newspaper. Of course it was Tristan who won. Oh, I wanted to watch the game. Incidentally, the Duke of Ingram fled quickly.
The brain muscles, who spoke with fists faster than their mouths, were half-claimed by familiar officials for compensation for the destruction of the facility and continued to swallow it.
The kidnappers were also captured, and the siege of the "Reaper", thought to be the main culprit, succeeded, and the expectation that the case would be solved at once, was unfortunately betrayed lightly.
All the people involved died that night.
First, one of the kidnappers died en route to the royal castle. They were tied up by their hands and feet and swayed by the bare wagon carrier, all five breathing as they slept.
Later, I checked the body and found that all of them were missing a part of their brains. The inside of the autopsied skull was apparently baked with traces of a magical formation.
It was remotely operated, time-bound, and had tiny mines pre-loaded into its brain.
After all, they were disposable pieces.
And the identification of the magician presumed to have been at the party venue - the Reaper - was supposed to narrow down from the more than 300 people left.
However, before the officials and investigators sent from the royal castle arrived, the man in service was poisoned and died. The pocket had the key to the Hunter Mansion and was considered to be at least one of them. Is the magician himself who used the Transfer Magic Team still gray in the official judgment?
I checked my background and found out that I was temporarily employed at the Hunter Mansion this spring. The body of the caretaker, who had long served at the Hunter Mansion, was found in the servant's room on the premises, and the murder was determined to have been committed by one of the kidnappers in order to seize the key.
In this incident, Hugh Hunter, who rushed to King's Landing in a hurry, was angry at the murder of his family after being suspected of involvement in the incident and officially announced that he would pursue the culprit thoroughly.
Yes, no one is convinced. Even if the suicide in the service took the form of a settlement for the time being.
I'm sure it's a dummy. Dead servants, even if they're part of it, are certainly not the main culprits. Not to mention death. Suicide is suspicious.
But it was an unexplained way to end it, but it was difficult to find out any more. Everyone who was at the party is on record, so we should remain vigilant in the future. The possibility of him on the list isn't gone.
I'm sure next month's summer solstice will be marked by the usual magic ritual.
I've already told Isaac and Ada about Eucalyptus's potential to counter it.
It's worth a thousand dollars if it has the power to interfere with the black cymbals, even if it's only a tiny bit. It seems to have been verified immediately.
Even if it doesn't reach the reaper's identity, if the next ritual scene is narrowed down, it will suffice. I don't intend to go out of my way to talk about it, because it probably doesn't make a big difference even if I do it. The work of Adams' active Prophet team.
And now I'm under house arrest in the Mansion. I can't go to work and refuse guests.
At least until the next summer solstice is over, you will take care of yourself. I'm willing to accept this treatment, especially since my uncle is worried. One month of patience.
Euca seems to have seen the same thing in the royal castle. You were really going to sacrifice yourself there. No matter how careful you are, it's not too much.
That's why Tristan couldn't keep the territory open forever, but this time Max stayed with me specifically.
Unfortunately, my birthday is just before the summer solstice.
It's going to be an unforgettable birthday to stay at home. I'm going to be a 15-year-old. But it's unusual for Max to have a party between the three of us.
I was a little rotten while concentrating on what I could do at the Mansion, but soon I received letters and items of sympathy from Chiaran, Noah and Sonia, as well as from Rufus, Tilda and Roxanna. There are lots of presents for your birthday.
I also blew up feelings that weren't funny. I know that everyone is worried and still cares about me.
I was happy and wrote a thank-you reply to everyone.
And a month later, shortly after the summer solstice passed and the vigilance was temporarily lifted, I received a letter from a new friend.
The name of the sender was a familiar character, marked Fuji Yuka.