The Legendary Rebuilding of a World by a Realist Demon King

There was black blood on the scene.

It seems to be where the horse's body was found.

That's a lot of bleeding.

I see.

Eve makes an affiliation.

Looking at the scene, I can tell in a flash that the horse murder scene is here.

Eve asks when he declares so.

"How do you know?

"Easy. If you cut your neck somewhere else, it would be strange to have so much blood. I brought the horse here and cut him alive, so this is the amount of bleeding."

"Well, that's my husband. It looks like Sherlock Holmes."

"Oh, does Eve know Sherlock Holmes?"

"Yes, it was written by a writer named Conan Doyle. He came from a different world, but in this world he also writes a detective novel called Sherlock Holmes and is a best seller."

I see, do literary artists come here and do the same business?

If you think about it, Marco Polo, the author of the Oriental Book of Vision, will also be in the world, and literary figures and writers will be heroes.

Then I would definitely like to see the transition of Sima who wrote the history book. That kind of feeling brings me back to my story. [M]

"Though not as speculative as Holmes, bringing horses alive may have stolen them from nearby mansions and stable houses. Robin, will you look into this?

Robin leaves with his words.

"I know where he was killed, but I want to see the horse's body. Still got it?

"Of course."

And Birdman Oswald will show you around.

A dead horse placed in the corner of the backyard. Nothing in particular seems to have been touched.

Examine the horse's cutting surface.

The center of my neck was thoroughly cut.

I stared silently for a while.

Eve asks.

"Holmes, do you have anything?

Watson, you're a pain in the ass.

I conclude by joking back at the joke.

"At first I thought I'd cut my neck with a hatchet or an axe, but apparently not. I can see it behind a sharp blade, not a hatchet or an axe."

I think with my hands on my chin.

"This cutting surface is after I've slashed it with a pretty sharp one. I thought it was magic, but I don't feel the remnants of magic, so it is a blade. However, this sharpness is not a regular blade."

"Is it a Japanese sword that is not a regular blade?"

"That's right. No matter what you think of this cutting surface, it's a Japanese sword."

Then the killer is Hijikata.

"A three-year-old in trouble with money slashes a horse. It seems so, but it's not. I came back in the morning with the smell of white powder pounding, but I didn't smell any blood."

"Are you getting closer until you feel the smell? Be friendly....."

"Recently, a novel that sees me and my third birthday in such a relationship has become popular in the castle, but so has Eve."

"I don't know."

Plumpy, your nose doesn't open.

"My master is friendly with Hijikata, but he doesn't skip much with me. It's sloppy."

"I don't think so."

"Then let me flush your back again. I wonder if Hijikata-san got into the hot springs."

Ismaria Castle's underground is out of the box.

The woman's network is afraid again, but the story goes back to normal.

"Well, the killer is a Japanese sword user, but he's not three years old. First of all, I don't have the personality. If he doesn't like me, he'll come straight to me. Next, it doesn't match my abilities. This horse has a vivid cutting surface, but a three-year-old is much better at knife-plugging. It's not a sword, it's a cut that looks like a thread cut."

"Indeed."

Eve is convinced.

"It is enough to know that the killer is the holder of the Japanese sword, but it is still too broad. How many people are in this city?"

"Well, I'll narrow it down even further. Or rather, the suspect has already been narrowed down."

"Already!?

Amazing Eve.

"Ah, before we get here."

"Not so long ago. That's my husband. Who's doing this?

"Do you understand that the killer is dissatisfied with this postal business?

"Yes, that's exactly what it is."

"If you are dissatisfied, you can narrow down the tissue where the Japanese sword is used. First of all, I am dissatisfied, but this is naturally a variety of guilds. Adventurers, sorcerers, and merchants. They build their own postal network and commercialize their postal business."

"They're weaponizing a network of alliances. Especially when it comes to F-Rank missions for Adventurer Guilds."

"That's right. I mean, they hate my mail business. It's a violation of my vested interests."

"I see, the union executives who had a monopoly on profits are angry."

"Oh, you're gonna want to kill me. Every guild leader thinks so, but if you look for Japanese sword users, the Magician Guild will be excluded."

"Looks like the horse's body didn't have any magic residue."

"That's right. The most suspicious is the Adventurer Alliance, which employs a large number of Japanese swordsmen, and the Merchant Alliance, which employs mercenaries. And I doubt the bandit guild, which is dying the assassination operation."

"Would you like to focus on that?"

"Ah, soon Robin will get the horse's information, so I'll make a policy decision."

That said, Robin came back in good time.

He seems to have found out that a horse was stolen from a nearby aristocratic mansion.

I will go to the aristocratic mansion and conduct an interview and gather evidence.

Ask the servant how to dawn, what he saw behind the horse thief, his physical characteristics, etc.

Also check the location of the mansion, the central post office, each guild, etc., and walk down the road that the killer would have gone through and gather information from the beggars on the street.

A silver coin for a beggar who knows nothing, a gold coin for a beggar who has information, and a light mouth for a beggar who conceals information. Paying a lot of gold coins will prove my reasoning.

"Looks like the killer was an Alliance associate."

Eve asked me to check.

"Oh, I see. The question is whether it's an adventurer, a merchant, or a bandit guild, but does it crush every house?"

Shall I? I'll grab the onigiri. "

Eve lowered her head deeply, and me, Eve and Robin went first to the Adventurers Guild.