episode_0062

This is the world I remember.

A place where people are busy living, wondering how they manage to live so strong and navigating this fearful world where it feels like they will break if they even touch it.

Maybe it was the same here too.

In this world where life can come and go at any moment, seeing people living like that gave me a little respect.

Right now, I was in a position to take a life, but as I looked at that woman with silver-white hair spewing life in front of my eyes, I thought that I might choose to die rather than be interrogated by that woman.

“That’s how it happened.”

But unlike me, who was not confident, the security guards calmly reported what happened.

Deborah, who listened to them and glanced at the notebook of a member who was recording the situation next to her, closed her eyes and mouth and let out a small sigh.

At the same time, she gently raised her thick eyelids and glared at them suspiciously, but they seemed to respond without wavering at all.

“Then, is it okay to say that Lady Delena de Druwella slashed her sword at an unarmed suspect, but when she ran away and looked at the situation, the sword was stuck in her neck?”

“It’s just as you said. At the time, the scene judged it to be a beginner’s mistake.

It was believed that the victim’s daughter missed the sword due to her unbalanced posture, and the sword bounced on the floor and stabbed the owner in the neck.”

“……. Good. Then you can go back.”

Deborah, who was lost in thought for a moment, spoke, and the guards turned around to show respect to her.

As she was looking at the guards, at the same time as the guards turned around, she noticed someone approaching her and started looking in that direction.

I later realized that what she was looking at was Anneme, the girl who was the suspect at the previous murder scene.

Two women met in front of a flower bed.

Although they did not know each other and were in different positions, the two women they met seemed to have an intuition that they had something to do with each other.

Deborah’s mouth dropped as she looked at Anne, who seemed to have read the sudden call and the atmosphere of the situation, who was equally looking uncomfortable.

“Are you the daughter of Baron Monethen?”

“Yes, this is Anne de Monetgen.

I received a call from the academic affairs office.”

“Invited as a reference to important events that have recently occurred at the Academy.

I would like to ask a few questions about related areas.”

“But I don’t think you introduced yourself?

If I revealed my identity, wouldn’t it be polite for you to at least introduce yourself?”

No matter how rotten a baron is, a noble is a noble.

The Noble Ethics Committee was particularly zealous when it came to specific matters of disrespect, so there was a problem with openly treating even nobles carelessly.

Especially for Deborah, who is not a noble.

Anne did not seem to be very pleased with Deborah’s attitude and seemed to be taking an aggressive attitude. Deborah, who was momentarily speechless, seemed to introduce herself.

“I am Deborah, a mid-level investigator at the Public Security Police Department.

I was rude. I apologize for my rudeness.”

A commoner in name only, without a noble family name.

Anne sighed when she heard that name.

“I have no intention of saying anything about that.

It’s morning practice time soon, so please take care of business quickly.”

If he keeps asserting his sense of authority like this, how is he any different from Vivian?

In response to Deborah’s sincere apology, Anne also appeared to withdraw neatly, as if she did not want to put her sense of authority first.

“I also hoped that the story would end briefly.

I came here because I wanted to hear about the disappearance of Vivienne de Grenot, Lady Ranier de Verdran, and the stabbing death of Lady Delena de Druwella.”

‘Vivian, Lanier, Delena.’

As Anne’s complexion began to harden as she heard the three names from Deborah as she continued speaking, Deborah could feel her instinctive intuition starting to sound an alarm as she carefully watched her eyes.

‘There is something.’

Although we don’t know exactly what it will be.

At least it won’t be completely unrelated.

As I watched it from the side, I was also very nervous, remembering the past incident.

Even though I was away for a while, the story of Vivien and Ranie, who were in my den with tentacles poking between their crotches and happily singing, was not at all unrelated to me.

However, Deborah, like everyone else, seemed to have no idea that the incident was caused by a monster, and seemed to be interrogating Anne, the most likely suspect, first.

“First, let me ask you a question about the most relevant incident: Lady Druwella’s death.

Was Lady Monenehen, who is currently designated as a suspect, involved in the victim’s death?”

“What does that mean?

Are you asking me if I killed Delena?

If that’s the case, no.”

“Then, can you tell me about the situation at that time?”

“Delena lunged at me, and I fell backwards while trying to avoid it.

And when I came to my senses after my fall and looked at Delena again… … ”

‘wait a minute… This is force majeure… ‘

For Anne, it was a lie she had prepared after thinking carefully for several nights.

But it was something that could not be helped right now.

If he were to do something wrong at a time like this, how far would the prestige of the Monehen family fall?

Moreover, at a time when the top was still experiencing problems, he knew how much more difficult it would be for his parents, who pushed him so hard but never once expressed regret.

Therefore, as a result, the mechanical long sword with which she stabbed Delena disappeared from the scene at that moment, and although she could not understand it, she had to take advantage of the fact that the sword Delena herself was holding took its place.

He only hid the fact that he had stabbed Delena, but the fact that Delena’s sword had pierced his own neck was an unchanging fact.

It was the same for her as she didn’t know exactly what happened at that moment.

“I see… … ”

After confirming that the testimonies matched, Deborah nodded and thought for a moment.

The fact that this coincidence of testimony now indicates that there could have been two cases.

One is that these testimonies simply tell the truth.

And another thing is that Charlotte, the deputy of the Marquis de Polignac, whom we met just now, is hiding something, and that is why he took steps to cover up Anne’s incident.

However, since Charlotte could not see the benefit she could gain from it at the moment, Deborah moved on to the next question and seemed to bring up questions about Vivienne and Ranier.

“Since the day you harassed me. I’ve never seen Vivian.

I ran into Lanier about a week later when he and Delena were attacking me…

After I defeated Ranie while running away, I couldn’t pay attention to dealing with other gang members.

Likewise, I haven’t seen it since.”

Then, Deborah couldn’t help but feel a sense of discomfort at Anne’s answer after hearing that question.

While Anne was answering, Deborah’s eyes were narrowing as she was simultaneously reading a note given to her by a subordinate who had rushed to her.

“That sounds like the people who attacked Lady Monehen disappeared or died one by one.”

Anne’s eyes instantly began to widen with anger at the answer that seemed to cross a line in some sense.

If you are guilty, it is only that you are associated with such bad people.

The moment Anne was about to respond to Deborah’s remark, which seemed as if she was openly calling her a criminal, Deborah cut her off and began to open her mouth, glaring at Anne with sharp eyes.

“That’s just rude speculation.

I didn’t do anything… … ”

“This is testimony that Lady Monehen was regularly bullied by Lady Grenot and her classmates.

Lady Bertrand and Lady Druwella are also included there.

Deborah’s eyes were starting to shine as she waved the note her subordinate brought her just moments ago.

“And… I heard that the upper part of the family has recently suffered a commercial attack at the instigation of Lady Grenot? And you also received threats related to your older sister, Miss Marie de Monnagen?

Aren’t you sure about the correlation and motive for the crime?”

“That’s… … ”

Anne was momentarily speechless.

Deborah slowly walked back, as if wandering around her, lowered her eyes, and slowly walked in front of Anne again, continuing what she wanted to say.

“And, that thing you are wearing right now… … It’s Warmhausen’s mechanical longsword, right?

It would be too much for an ordinary baron to buy as a gift to his children, right?

Even if you can’t do it, you have to be at least a marquis like the Grenot family or the Polignac family… … ”

Deborah seemed to have a good sense of vision and recognized the mechanical long sword worn at Anne’s side at a glance without even seeing it in operation.

Anne, who was completely speechless from that point on, had no way of answering.

From here on, she really couldn’t know anything.

Is there any way to know the truth that only I, the big sunflower who watched everything that day happened from beginning to end, knows?

At least Anne guessed that it was Vivian’s based on the circumstances, but there was still no way for Anne to know its authenticity.

“I’m just in charge of someone else’s stuff due to unavoidable circumstances… … ”

“Who is that?”

“That’s… I can’t say anything because it’s a private matter… … ”

“It’s quite suspicious. We have also secured the testimony of the merchant who purchased your sword.

Recently, I heard that she sold her sword to raise money for the treatment of her older sister, Marie de Monnagen, who was hospitalized… …

As soon as that happened, he ‘received’ that precious mechanical long sword from someone and was using it… … ”

Deborah’s comments were beginning to suffocate her, as if she had just completed a keen investigation into her every move. For now, it seemed like this battle of nerves would be Anne’s defeat.

“It’s just a coincidence. Is that all you have to say?”

But in the end, these are just symptoms.

The fact that nothing has been substantively revealed is that it was Anne’s only and most certain weapon.

Anne, trying to make the most of it, seemed to be trying to end the story by appealing that she was running out of time.

“The investigation will continue for a while, so for now, you can go about your business.

Well then, I’ll come see you next time I need more information.”

Deborah didn’t seem to know that either, as she quietly bowed her waist and slowly turned back.

Like a snake sharply trying to snatch its prey within range.

Subtle passion and confidence were burning within her deep blue eyes.

Anne and I were in a situation where we had become aboard a sinking ship without even realizing it, shackled by just a small amount of help.

As I looked at Deborah’s triumphant appearance, I too trembled with a sense of crisis that I felt over the problem that was just around the corner, and was lost in thoughts about preparing for things I might have to do.