This Time, I Became the Fiance of a Duke’s Daughter. But She is Rumored to have Bad Personality, and Ten Years Older

A letter arrived from the Sorcerer's Association that night when Dennis left the mansion behind. Early tomorrow morning, the survivors' permission was granted if you don't mind watching the crime scene.

And it says in the letter that he kept a message that he wanted the killer to always be caught for the deceased victims as well.

Regardless, Jared is not going to leave the murderer alone either.

Jared has also killed people once again. But the majority of the occasions were when I would die if I didn't kill them, or the unsaveable opponents I had to kill.

Never liked and took a life.

I consider it an unacceptable, disgraceful act to take a life for whatever reason.

Jared himself doesn't regret taking his life, but he sometimes wonders if there was another way.

And the next day. Dropped off by Olivier, who is still dissatisfied with going to the scene and not wearing an escort, and the Yennies, who say they are worried, Jared was on his way to the mansion of Kevin Harrington, a candidate for court magician who died yesterday morning.

"Why do I have you, Pfile?

"Guard."

"I said I don't need it. Why are you the escort in the first place?

"Olivier Alway asked me to. Even though I lost to Jared, I'd be reassured to fight equally."

"I asked you, Olivier. You're Olivier, but you're the one who took it on."

I knew Olivier wasn't comfortable with herself acting single, but I never thought I'd ask Pfile for an escort, etc. But he'd be better off than someone I don't know sent by the sorcerer's association.

"I owe not only to Master Hanne, but also to Olivier Alway. If you ask me, there's no reason to say no."

"... you"

Borrow, needless to say, would have targeted the lives of Hannellone and Olivier.

Even though it was Vault Toyfel's request, then, even though he protected the mansion, he owes it to them in Pfile.

I don't know what he decided to think, but Jared didn't do anything to pursue it in depth.

"If that's all right with you, I won't tell you anything."

"It would help if you did. By the way, I hear you're on your way to the mansion of a candidate court magician who was murdered yesterday morning?

"Oh. Looks like the mansion his family prepared just to do his magic research. I don't know if he was easily broken in because he didn't live with his family, or if he was quite capable, but I'd like some information from the crime scene."

Apparently, the Harringtons are the Count's, and court sorcerer candidate Kevin Harrington is the second son, but if he could have been a court sorcerer, he could have succeeded the governor instead of his brother.

It's unclear whether his brother was comfortable with the matter, but he shouldn't find it amusing that his brother, who was originally supposed to succeed the housekeeper, would find his position endangered, no matter how good his brother is.

A magician is privileged for excellence. It goes without saying in an aristocratic society that even civilians are required to be rare simply to have magic.

Last night, the Duke of Alway found out about the murder of the candidate court magician and gave me information, but this alone prevents me from reaching the killer.

Normally, I would consider my brother suspicious, but it's odd to kill up to two other candidates. As a possibility, I may have hijacked the case and murdered my brother, but that's still uncomfortable, too.

Kevin Harrington was a magician with the same composite attributes as Jared. He said he was good at flame and local attributes and was particularly good at attacking. I should have been able to deal with it in some way, even if my real brother had been attacked by accident.

If you can't do that much, you can't be a candidate for court magician.

"Right here. Big for a personal mansion..."

While I was thinking, Jared and the others were at their destination.

Kevin's mansion was near the outskirts of the king's capital. Not less popular, but far from the district where the nobles live. I don't know what kind of magic research you're doing, but it was a bad place to do research and experiments within the King's City.

"Hey, wait."

"... I know. Somebody, don't be here."

Even though it's still early in the morning, neighbors are sending daily routines. Yesterday, however, this area where the murder had just taken place was surrounded by silence.

In the meantime, I can hear things faintly but from Kevin Harrington's mansion.

Normally, it's a trivial sound that I would miss hearing, but I did hear and capture things in Jared and Pfile's ears.

"Are you going?

"You're going, right?

When they look at each other and nod, they jump over the wall surrounding the mansion.

The place where things sound is behind the mansion.

Conscious not to make a sound, Jared and the others, who walk like crawling through the earth, found a shadow.

The number is one, but when I approached him, I realized there were two signs.

Is it a lookout or one outside the building, and one inside the building?

"Don't kill me."

Advising Pfile, he took the knife out of his hips and put it on his neck, circling behind the shadow without sound.

"Huh?"

"Don't touch it. If you shout out or ask someone in the building for help, I'll kill you. Twice if you find out."

Of course I'm not going to kill you or hurt you, but I can only surprise you to take the lead. I know it's a rough behavior because I don't know the purpose of the target.

Pfile is not on the spot because he went inside the building. Since there is no noise, I decide that I must have sealed the motion in the same way.

Jared realized that the shadow was a girl her age. But there's no girl in Kevin's kin.

Who the hell do you think you are, peeking into your face,

"... Berta Bartolam?

"Are you... Jared Murphy?

The girl paled because she was being poked at the knife was Berta Bartrum, a classmate of the school.

She should have been a companion and escort to her friend, Laurenz Herring. If she's here and there's someone in the building, it's...

"Hey, Pfile! Don't ever hurt him!

Rapidly roughing his voice, Laurenz appeared along with Pfile, whose movement was sealed with a knife on his neck, as did Berta, from when the close door was slowly opening.

"Jared!?

Whereas Laurenz, who cannot hide his surprise,

"I don't know, sorry"

And all I could do was apologize.