Chapter 115: Truth

Chapter 115: Truth

John Kennedy is a very energetic and lively young man.

He always saw the world positively and surprisingly believed in superstitions.

And he and the excellent Knight Commander Euston were walking through the forest path, chatting.

The topic of conversation was trivial. Euston wore a very indifferent expression as John rambled on about ghost stories like ‘ghosts in the forest.’

However, John continued to tell stories about ghosts.

The source of the stories was Henry, who told them to John, who liked superstitions, with a ‘secretive’ expression.

“They say there’s a female ghost that sometimes appears naked in the forest!”

“…John. Have you ever tried talking nicely to an onion while it grows?”

“Uh… I haven’t.”

“Right. You should try it sometime. It grows better that way.”

“Really?”

“Do you think so? Ugh…”

John looked dejected at Euston’s sharp remark.

He was lively, but a little, just a little…

He lacked tact.

However, he recovered quickly.

John looked dejected for about a minute, then his face regained its liveliness, and he lifted his head.

“By the way, Commander, are you getting along well with your wife these days?”

“Yes. We’re getting along well. Our wedding anniversary is coming up soon, so I have to go and celebrate it.”

“How about being a bit more assertive this time? You said last time you were so shy and… cough. You did that all night.”

“I don’t want to be eaten alive again…”

John immediately understood the meaning of the word ‘eaten alive.’

Wasn’t his wife said to be a strong-willed person?

In any case, John chattered enthusiastically about Euston’s wedding anniversary.

Although he had never been married, he could offer advice as good as any veteran couple.

Euston listened quietly to John’s story as if it were cute.

‘I’ll get you back when I get married…’

With a slight hint of resentment.

As they were passing by the forest, John, who was talking animatedly, unconsciously glanced towards the slightly dark forest.

It was still morning, so it wasn’t particularly gloomy.

However, he heard that they kept some kind of transparent beast there for ‘security.’

He heard that a very tiny dragonkin was taking care of it.

He didn’t know the details.

‘Speaking of which, it looks really eerie like this…’

John thought.

Perhaps because he talked about superstitions earlier, he felt a bit eerie.

It felt as if something might pop out if he stared like this.

Yes. Like that white woman over there.

A woman?

“Huh..?”

He rubbed his eyes.

John frowned and stared at something in the distance.

There was a woman there. A very beautiful woman with brown hair and white skin.

And as he looked at the woman.

“W, Waaaaaaaaah!!”

He screamed at the top of his lungs.

*****

“Ugh, ugh..”

I trembled and stared at my twitching legs.

Then the legs stopped moving.

They became still as if nothing had happened.

Scarlett didn’t seem to notice the change in my legs earlier.

With a panicked expression, she put me in the wheelchair and covered me with the curtain-like cloth again.

And then she stared intently at Euston in the distance.

Simultaneously, Euston noticed Scarlett belatedly.

“Commander! Did you see that? Did you see that?!”

“Hey, hey! Calm down. Don’t you see what’s over there?”

Fortunately, Euston was very quick-witted.

He patted John’s shoulder and pointed at Scarlett, who had instantly swapped places with me.

She waved her hand for a moment, standing still.

Simultaneously, John’s eyes widened.

“Young Lady..?”

He rubbed his eyes, thinking he had seen wrong, and frowned.

“N-No. I definitely saw it just now… It was a woman with brown hair, I’m sure of it.”

“Hey, you idiot, look closely. Is Young Lady’s hair brown?”

Euston grabbed John’s face and pointed towards Scarlett as if to show him.

Lucy pulled the wheelchair towards the less visible bushes, hiding my appearance.

It would be quite troublesome if this scene were discovered.

“Uh… It’s, it’s red.”

“Right? So let’s stop with those idiotic ghost stories and go eat. We might have to eat only pasta all day today.”

“Oh.. Did the chef fail to control the portion size?”

Euston then skillfully changed the subject.

John immediately fell for his topic, and the two naturally headed towards the mansion.

“Hooah…”

As soon as they left, Scarlett let out a faint sigh.

I still felt a tingling sensation in my lower abdomen.

Could it be that I was excited by the fact that I was seen?

No. I’m not that perverted.

I tried to escape reality like that and looked at Scarlett blankly.

But.

For some reason, her face was quite flushed.

“Hoo… I almost got caught…”

“Young Lady..?”

I swallowed dryly and stared at Scarlett, who was gently leaning over me.

Her body heat and moderate weight provided a strange sense of stability.

And then, Scarlett took something long out of her handbag.

“Let’s just do it for a bit…”

What she took out was a dildo.

And it was the bio-dildo that I had used frequently before.

Scarlett seemed very excited right now.

The thrill of possibly being caught by someone else, and the openness of having sex outdoors.

Those two were enough to erase her reason.

Shururuk-

Then, the bio-dildo began to position itself where my vulva was.

Simultaneously, I felt the wind flowing along the dildo.

I trembled and took ragged breaths.

Jigok, jigok-

Simultaneously, Scarlett rubbed her vulva, which was under her skirt, against the dildo.

She was not wearing anything underneath.

Her skirt swayed, and the thin fabric brushed against the dildo.

That strange stimulation sent a current-like sensation through me.

Tzeoeok-

And then, as she inserted it without hesitation.

I trembled and let out a deep moan.

“Hyaah..”

“Eut.. Heut..”

Scarlett also seemed to enjoy the dildo reaching deep inside.

She held me tightly and exhaled heavily.

Her breath brushed against my ear, creating a strange atmosphere.

We remained connected like that, breathing in the scent of the forest.

Lucy next to me wiggled her legs and looked around to see if anyone was nearby.

The quiet forest began to fill with seductive breaths.

When we returned to the mansion, the sun had hidden its face.

I hoped no one would discover the intense traces scattered throughout the forest.

*****

“Haaah… My head hurts so much…”

“Please take a break. Aren’t you going to overwork yourself to death?”

“You brat, stop saying ominous things…”

Euston, who was yawning widely, accepted the coffee John handed him.

He stretched as if to take a break.

Cracking sounds came from his whole body. It was evidence that he had been sitting for a long time.

In front of Euston, countless documents were scattered carelessly.

However, that didn’t mean he handled his work carelessly.

The documents were organized in his own way, which others couldn’t understand.

Therefore, he extremely disliked others interfering with his work.

“I’m not going to die yet, so don’t worry. I have a mountain of work to do.”

“Is this… what we were investigating before?”

“Yeah. That black market dealer.”

Euston replied.

From the messy tomb of documents, he skillfully pulled out a single necessary document.

His talent was always amazing.

John’s eyes widened as he looked at the document Euston pulled out.

“This is the closest thing we have to a clue. Read it.”

John took the document.

In the center of the document he read, his recent activities were recorded.

It was a document similar to a receipt, stating where he went to sell what.

“Uh… he visited the capital a few weeks ago?”

“Yeah. He slipped through our surveillance and openly roamed the capital. We don’t know what he did. All we can find are these traces.”

“As expected, it seems to be related to that sacrifice.”

“I don’t know why he’s looking for the sacrifice. Besides, that necromancy can’t be done on an individual basis.”

Euston also knew this well from Scarlett’s explanation.

The vessel for the sacrifice itself had strict conditions, and further processing was required.

And it didn’t stop there.

Taking a life is easy, but giving one is extremely difficult.

It’s easy to make something move, but maintaining consciousness is almost impossible.

Therefore, all sorts of vibrant ingredients are needed.

For example, a dragonkin’s heart.

Ingredients that cannot be obtained through ‘normal’ methods.

‘…A dragonkin’s heart.’

Euston fell into thought for a moment.

Recently, the situation had been unfolding too perfectly.

The very first step was the discovery of Cecil.

He thought the discovery of the sacrifice itself wouldn’t take long thanks to the Friedman family’s eyes.

But after that, there were too many unusual events.

By sheer coincidence, and with a fruit given by the person of interest, Carlson, Cecil’s body underwent the ‘processing stage’.

And the most important ingredient for the ritual was a dragonkin’s heart.

The Friedman family was precariously balanced on the edge of nobility, and the head of the family was dead.

‘It’s too strange. As if it were planned…’

“Ah, Commander. Isn’t that document stuck between the beds?”

At John’s question, Euston snapped out of his thoughts.

As they had discussed, a slightly crumpled document was indeed stuck between the beds.

He made a sound of effort and picked up the document.

‘This is the first time I’m seeing this document…?’

It seemed to be a document that was accidentally missed during the document search.

There’s still a document I haven’t read. Euston thought to himself, ‘I’m getting old,’ as he began to read.

“..John.”

His expression began to harden rapidly.

“Yes, Commander. Is there a problem?”

“What was the name of the shop your grandmother went to for her sixtieth birthday?”

“Sixtieth birthday? Hmm… that was about 15 years ago… It’s a shop that’s gone now. Watson’s Tavern.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. It had the same name as my cousin, so we joked about it.”

As John nodded, Euston’s face became even more serious.

Before he could even ask what was wrong, he quickly continued.

“You… told me a lot about your grandmother. You said your grandmother had a shop when she was a young country girl?”

“Yes. She was so rich that money was overflowing, so she had a very large shop. Even back then, it must have been over 50 years old… Why is that?”

“Oh, damn it… Look at this.”

Euston handed over a paper with numerous shop records densely written on it.

The shops were all listed as having existed at least 20 years ago, and some as far back as 60 years ago.

Among them was the name ‘Raymond’s Weapon Shop,’ which John’s grandmother owned.

“No, wait a minute… Th-this…”

“I commissioned an investigation agency… and the results were absurd.”

Rattle-

He immediately got up from his seat with a tense expression.

“This is not a normal situation. As soon as possible, to Young Lady-“

But Euston couldn’t finish his sentence.

Clang!

Something sharp flew into the room, breaking the window.

A paper-like object, which appeared to be an order form, was tied to it.

And the arrow was aimed precisely at Euston’s head.