It was just the morning of the seventh day after the procedure was applied.
I woke up safe from Coldsleep. It seems Krisfel woke up earlier than I did, and it looked like she was already discussing the experimental results with the researchers.
"Um... so, did the experiment succeed?
Even though I feel slightly lazy, I wake up and open my mouth. As soon as that happened, the gaze of everyone indoors concentrated here.
"Hi, Richter. Did you wake up? Thanks to you, it was a great success. My magic level has gone up impeccably, and I'm in good health so far. Just in case, I'm gonna be in this lab for a while for follow-up, but you don't mind that, do you?
"Yeah, that's okay."
"Richter really took care of me. I'll give you enough aftercare."
I give Krisfel back all I care about in a good mood, without hesitation, just saying, "Okay."
It looks clear that you are trying to write it off with gold and sorry degree of aftercare while using others with scattered cunning modus operandi.
I'm sure if you keep Krisfel alive, he'll try to use me every time something happens. Again, this guy could be harmful later, so we have to finish it off...
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About one day a few days after that experiment.
Krisfel invited me to dinner as a toast to the successful completion of this experiment.
Even when it comes to dinner parties, I don't know about this experiment except for the people involved, so it would essentially be just two dinner parties, me and Krisfel.
This dinner party was a great opportunity for me. I didn't expect an opportunity to assassinate Krisfel so soon, so I accepted it in two replies. Could have been a little suspicious.
The researchers involved in the experiment were cautioned, "It is still forbidden to stay alert, so contact them as soon as you feel a little strange".
A few days have already passed since the experiment, but it seems likely enough that rejection by magic sharing will occur.
This means that if Krisfel falls now, his cause of death is likely to be cleaned up as' rejection by sharing magic '. There will be no hand in not taking advantage of this opportunity.
Over the past few days, I have used my paid vacation to travel to the village of Forsyth, Ceres' current location, for reconnaissance. Of course, after wearing a disguise and paying close attention.
As Krisfel had said, Ceres looked like she was living fine while working downstairs in the village.
At the same time as I was relieved to see how well my twin sister I had seen in a long time, it also seemed hateful to me that my sister, who was having fun laughing calm days without her knowledge, had mixed feelings of relief and hatred in me.
I left immediately and filled her with the desire to take her back, but hurried to the detriment of things. After scouting the streets, I first returned to the town of Reeve to focus on Krisfel's assassination.
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Then three days later. Whatever it is, I decided to head out to the Lattimore Mansion again to attend the dinner party.
When I arrived at the mansion, I was led to Krisfel's private room. As expected, they're planning on having a small dinner party tonight to the extent that the two of us will be drinking together.
"Now to celebrate the success of this experiment - cheers!
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In contrast to the grumpy Krisfel, I silently raise my glass of wine and toast all the shapes.
"So, how was it? He must have gone, huh? In the village of Forsyth."
"... Yep, I went"
Unexpectedly, "I don't think it has anything to do with you," I almost roughed up my voice, but I swallowed the words with pleasure.
"Looks like your new master and Nate are struggling to take back Ceres. If you don't mind, I can finish you both off instead... What do we do?
Remaining silent, Krisfel has thrown an unexpected suggestion. No, is it within your assumptions?
I'm not sure if what Krisfel calls the 'end of the day' is a social obliteration or a physical death, but you're probably going to sell me a favour here and pawn me. In the first place, the expression "sell grace" may not be correct because Celes' escape is a Krisfel ploy...
"I won't hesitate. We're friends now, right? Anyway, you're one of those people who shared magic."
"... No, I won't. I'll take care of myself."
"Hmm...... I see. Are you going to get your hands dirty? [M] Because I'm offering to cooperate, I think I should be honest with my friend."
I stick to Krisfel, who keeps sticking to me, and I stubbornly stick to rejection.
After such an exchange for a while, I heard a modest knock on the door. When Krisfel, who rose from the couch, opened the door, a servant-like woman stood there.
Krisfel kept the door half-opened and continued the conversation with the servant as it was. He says, "Oh, I'll get in touch with you later," or "Tell that to the other side," so I think we're probably talking about a work relationship.
The conversation was going to last a while, so I decided to take advantage of this opportunity.
First, pretend to cook and pour the poison I made the other day from the ring into Krisfel's glass so the two of you wouldn't notice. And he made it look like he was carrying the dish into his mouth with a strange face.
Because I basically don't trust Krisfel, so I don't want to talk about the food and drinks served in this mansion if I can.
That's how I continued acting for a while, and Krisfel, who finished the conversation, came back.
"Hey, you kept me waiting."
Crisfel said so, surprisingly and immediately holding the glass in his hand. He was thirsty because he had a conversation with a servant until earlier, and he drank the wine poured into the glass all at once.
I laugh in my heart when I see how it goes. The poison planted on the ring is lethal, so if things go well, Krisfel will...
"Ugh...!? Kuh... ha... ha...!
That's what I thought, arrowhead. As expected, Krisfel, who drank the wine, groaned and fell into the spot. I'm sure the poison has worked.
Crisfel suffered once more and when bored, he eventually stopped moving even tingly. Apparently, it's out.
At the time of death, did you realize I was the killer? His black eyes, wide open, look at this one with a terrible surprise.
I get up off the couch and look down to scorn Krisfel, who is lying on his back on the floor. Then, immediately kneeling on the floor, he took the pulse of his wrist and whispered softly toward Krisfel, who had turned into a dead man, confirming that he was completely desperate.
"... good job, Mr. Chris. If you want to have a" friend ", please do it with someone else in the afterlife. Hate, I'm not gonna die yet."
Krisfel's face was terribly ugly, spitting blood mixed bubbles from her mouth, and further filled with indistinguishable liquids, both tears and sweat. His beauty, which he would have been proud of, has broken apart indestructibly, and the shadows he sees are gone.
If you look only at how you die, it's a miserable way of dying that everyone feels pity for. But I'm sure this is the end of the line for a man who has used and climbed up to others in a scattered and dirty way so far.
Even with that in mind, I exaggerate to open the door of the room and ask for help from a servant who called through the vicinity.
"Help me! Mr. Chris...! Chris suddenly suffered...!
I told him that Krisfel had fallen, acting as if he was still feeling moved by things like...
But... somehow, even though it's not an act, my body is shaking in small pieces. I don't know if this is a samurai tremor, or a tremor that comes from my fear of myself that I've finally committed even murder. But...
─ ─ Soon, I'll see Ceres. Just a little more patience and she'll come back to me.
That's all I encouraged, I even kept moving forward.