Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

The two of us step on white cobblestones and proceed. Oh, there's an earlier car parked. Inside, people are falling from the driver's seat to the passenger's seat. It's a man of horn pruning. Master Calcirast knocks and has no reaction.

I wander around trying to propagate the matter to the soldiers and go find the news.

Attempts to open the car door are also locked and will not open. The soldier suggests that we should call a locksmith. Besides, Master Calcirust returned it like this.

"It could be an emergency, let's exercise magic"

When he puts his hand in the keyhole, there is a ripping sound. A soldier hurried to open the door and said in the ear of the person inside, "Are you okay!," he shouted. But it's unresponsive. Was it even poisoned? Alcohol smells certainly do not drift from the inside of the car.