The Other Side of the Last Boss

Jamon is falling down with bubbles blowing out of his mouth.

An escort escorted him to a nearby infirmary.

"What's going on?

Euphiria is baffled.

"It must be poison."

I see the coffee cup that Jamon drank.

I can only smell coffee if I smell it.

Finger-screwing the coffee that was left over a bit, I can lose it.

"Ko, this!

"Huh. Hey, what!?

Euphiria looks at my face in surprise.

"No, I don't know. That tastes like coffee. I use a lot of fancy beans. Guru!"

A sharp scratch or punch flew in from Euphoria and Fiona.

"Not if you're joking."

Fiona slightly absurds her voice.

"It's not a bit of coffee. You got a mix of flavors? I'm not sure."

Even my evil tongue (Ibirtan) feels faint.

It would be unrecognizable to humans.

"No, wait. Are you okay with that? People are dying so light."

Euphiria frowned.

"Well, you'll be fine..."

Fiona, who knows so little about who I am, crushes.

"If it's poison resistant, it'll be fine"

"I've never heard of anyone like that………"

Euphiria leaned her neck.

"I'm not human..."

Fiona snaps with a very small voice.

You wouldn't hear me if I didn't have an evil ear, but I don't want you to say anything extra.

"If you train from childhood, you'll be able to withstand poison and electricity."

"Anyway, is this situation okay?

Fiona changed the story.

"Because the successor candidate is on the scene of his death. Could we be suspected, too?

Euphiria expresses her concern.

"I was at the murder scene, so I had to go through the investigation. If he escapes here on a transfer, he may be taken for his own."

I look at the soldier of the remaining escort.

If you make any weird moves, this guy will report it.

"I mean who put the poison in when..."

I remember the crime scene.

The body has been moved because there is no concept of field preservation in the first place.

No, I took him for a life-saving procedure, but he would have little prospect of being helpful.

The coffee we served is not poisonous.

Only Jamon is being sniped at.

It may have actually been in mine, but I don't know.

Poison only Jamon's cup.

who it was possible.

It would be possible for me to afford it in the first place.

All you have to do is move at a speed that James and the others can't see.

I don't have the advantage of doing that on purpose.

"Well, that maid is the killer."

"I guess so."

"Bye."

We gave up thinking.

"The killer is in here."

"If I were you, we'd be the killers?

Euphiria stuck.

Now there are only three of us here, guards or surveillance soldiers.

I just wanted to say it.

It just seems the soldier was freaked out, but let's not worry about it.

We wait quietly.

But this country is in the middle of a home commotion.

I don't even know who will be in charge.

Besides, it was the second prince in charge of internal affairs who died.

When I had more time than I thought, multiple people would come to this room, along with dodgy and obnoxious footsteps.

Oswald, Isaac and his neighbors.

"Excuse me. Let me check some."

Go into the room. No, Oswald speaks with dignity.

"What is it?"

Euphiria gets up a little bit.

"Needless to say, my brother fell poisoned. Probably dead."

"Probably?"

He said he was being treated, but he didn't breathe anymore.

A man dressed as a priest enters as he sighs.

"The poison was magically purified but could not be resuscitated"

There is no magic to come back to life in this world.

Resuscitation in this case refers to breathing back through life-saving measures such as a cardiac massage.

"What poison was that?

Oswald asks the priest.

"I don't know because I purified it"

Even though it is for treatment, it is substantial evidence obliteration.

"It's just that dying in such a short amount of time is a pretty powerful poison. Probably a dragon killer."

Powerful poison to even the dragon die lightly.

That's why he was named Dragon Killer.

It's a toxic purple liquid, but it disappears when you put it in a colored drink, so it doesn't look obvious.

It is a liquid that is almost tasteless and odorless, and it is impossible to drink it and notice the anomaly first.

It is a very dangerous poison.

"So, who did it?

"I'm just looking into that."

"In common sense, it would be the work of a maid who made coffee."

Fiona describes commonsense theory.

Naturally, he is the most powerful suspect.

But the young woman's maid is not here.

"I don't have that. He won't betray his brother no matter what. My brother has a suspicious personality. There are only people around who his brother trusted."

The maid is by Jamon's side.

I haven't heard back from her much, and it seems unlikely that she will kill Jamon or anything first.

"Well, who's the killer?"

I narrow my eyes and ask.

Naturally, you'll be the suspects.

"Such an idiot! What are we going to kill Lord Jamon for?"

Fiona speaks out in protest.

"There is no way we are silently looking at the situation in our country right now. You're willing to intervene in this commotion, aren't you?

"I don't mean to be hairy."

"So what were you talking about with your brother?

It's hard to answer, so Fiona pushes silence.

"Huh. If you negotiate well with your brother, let him live, or if it doesn't work, he was going to kill you."

"My country will never take such an approach"

Euphoria affirmed.

But that doesn't reach Oswald.

Looks like I'm pretty suspicious of this one.

It's the most obnoxious thing about justice in this world.

It's not often that if the powerful say this guy is the killer, that's all they'll decide.

This is the official messenger of the great power Britton, and Euphiria is the Second Princess.

There's no way I can suddenly punish you without asking questions.

If you do that, it is war.

There's no way they want that.

But in such an attitude, they don't like it from the Britons.

Then why are you coming with this attitude?

I've already installed Scottyard support and I'm not willing to get along with Britton in the first place.

I want to take the lead in the negotiations by making this our business.

I can think of these two reasons.

Regardless of the former, the latter can only be described as poor bargaining.

I guess I only know how to hold it down from the top.

He seems to be a crude military man who doesn't like politics.

"It takes two elements to determine who did it."

I'm out of the way because I can't find it.

"What are you from earlier? Don't let the guards squeak out!

Oswald drinks aloud, but I don't move at all.

"That's motive and proof."

Oswald had no choice but to respond because I ignored him and kept talking.

"You have a motive, as I was saying."

"No, I can't say that's a motive for that."

I make a bitter smile.

"Either way, you won't be able to decide who did it without proof."

"There's no evidence of poisoning or anything like that."

Oswald throws up.

"For once, may I check your luggage?

Until then, Isaac pinches his mouth.

"Yeah, if that proves innocence."

Euphoria gave her pleasure.

Most of the time we don't have a lot of baggage.

Coming with a metastasis, going home with a metastasis.

There's no such thing as big baggage.

I'm a handful, and the Euphorians are just little bags.

One of the female maids fishes the bag.

Nothing in particular can come up...

"Ko, what is this!?

The maid takes the vial out of the bag.

It was a vial containing purple liquid.