Chapter 39 – 3. Saxony’s Great Leader (9)
Do you know the armchair detective?
It’s a more intuitive word than you might think. It literally refers to a detective sitting in an armchair and deducing the truth. Depending on the value judgment, it can be evaluated in various ways, from an idiot who spreads desk discussions to a genius who sees through all the truth in a sitting position, but I am not interested in such regulations.
Look around.
In this basement full of hot and colorful lights, I have to deduce the truth of the case. Only then can Adele Schneider, who is standing among those thugs, come to me and leave this damn place safely.
Inquiry, observation, collection.
It may be the most basic element in reasoning, but as of now, it is something I cannot do at all. So, try being an armchair detective. Like the gray brain cells of the old literary golden age. It is to approach the truth by relying on our inner world and nature.
“Elizabeth.”
“Yes, Jungwoo.”
“If they try to harm Adele, kill them.”
“I will do as you command.”
The number of people surrounding Adele reached dozens. However, in less than a minute, I am convinced from the way she defeated Hans, whom I had struggled so much with, and if it were her, she would surely be able to get rid of those scoundrels with ease.
“By the way, can I tell you something?”
I must have restricted their actions as well, I turned my head while I was trying to come to a conclusion as I was immersed in my thoughts. Elisabeth, who had been escorting me reliably a step behind me, leaned over and whispered in her ear.
“That werewolf is not dead yet.”
“…… !”
“He is not a guy who can be killed by stabbing a sword through his heart. It will happen again soon. I don’t know why he ended up in a place like this, but at least he has a natural bloodline.”
Come to think of it, Adele introduced Hans like this.
―This is the Brotherhood of Saxony, Mr. Hans, who is in charge of its leader.
Hans Schneider is clearly a boss. It would be foolish to think that in these mean streets, no one who has risen to such a high place will believe in anything. But he’s not enough to have been burned and strangled, he’s been pierced through the heart, and he’s alive?
That’s a real monster Like a werewolf that only appears in legends.
“Remember my fascination? That too is a kind of trait like that. In the past, it must have been of clear aristocratic lineage. With that level of regenerative power, it is more than enough to be ranked among the 13 noblest ranks.”
“Of the Old Kingdom? Are you sure?”
“Jungwoo, even though we are now extinct, our Mitemeyer family was also one of the members.”
In an instant, my whole body trembled. When I heard it, why didn’t I pay attention? I was distracted only by Hans, who was scattered over there, so I didn’t know. The fact that the thugs guarding this place are an inferior race that can hardly be found outside of the ghetto and concentration camps here in Bernhard.
A half-man, half-beast Wear Beast.
A mighty auger.
A really strong troll.
“Thank you, Elizabeth.”
“Was it helpful?”
“Of course.”
Furthermore, I even found out their identities. I spit out the blood in my mouth and put all the clues together. The 13 nobility that Elizabeth mentioned was a concept that still existed when this country was a kingdom.
The thirteen pillars that support the so-called kingdom.
It was a historical event that produced the founding contributors and sealed the highest title to 13 families composed of different races. I didn’t know if Elisabeth’s family, Mite Meyer, was a member of it, but it is.
Erich Wolf, the head of the Millennium Wolf Knights, also belonged to one of those families. Starting with the elves, the Bernhard family, humans, wear beasts, orcs, dwarves, trolls, succubus, vampires…….
“Adele!”
I took off the coat from her body and handed it to Elizabeth. His coat was scorched, soaked in her blood and sweat, and even tattered from the scratches of her claws. But, she said, she’d be better off naked.
“It’s funny that I called you already, but can I call Adele too?”
Adele just nodded. If others saw it, they would have looked at it as being very dry, but I didn’t. Because we looked into each other’s eyes and read the sincerity contained in them.
“Okay, Adele.”
Is this friendship?
Not. Our relationship is stronger and stronger than that. There is something that can never be explained with just one word. Just as I had a relationship with Elizabeth just a few days ago, relationships between people are ever-changing.
Really unpredictable. Being together for just one day can be deeper than being together for 10 years.
“Will you trust me?”
“…… Yes.”
“Then take off those clothes.”
The thugs around them begin to stir. I don’t like it because it gives me an eye candy. I guessed from Hans’ attitude, but Adele’s status in the Schneider family is more than I thought.
― Adele Schneider, a slave who swore obedience to the master of the streets of Saxony.
From now on, I will name the owner of Saxony Street as Gisele Schneider. So let’s assume Elisabeth said Gisele Schneider was Adele’s real name. The source is Otto Moritz, my reliable ally.
Perhaps he got the information by digging somewhere I guessed.
Let’s go one step further here. For Otto, a lieutenant general in the army, the means to dig up information is the authority to use his military connections and position. Considering his personality and the seriousness of the matter, it is very unlikely that he covered the means or methods given to me.
Why?
At first, instead of risking calling me, Otto pretended to be Ottilie, the girl listening to today’s concert. In fact, he probably didn’t know that the snitch was Adele Schneider at that point, so it’s a very accurate judgment.
Now, at this point, it is time to point out the existence of Elizabeth.
My dear bodyguard, at the moment of desperation, stepped in and saved my life. She is where she is now because Otto gave her information. The fact that I am dangerous and that Adele’s real name is Giselle.
At that point, a question that is easy to miss arises.
Isn’t it strange? Otto got to the point in less than a day. To make that much progress in just one night, something has to change dramatically. For example, changing the way information was obtained, or contacting the person at the center of the case.
If so, who is the individual or group who has been involved in this work and can divulge that much information? Feininger and his intelligence department are out of the question for now. There may be a way to follow their trail, but Army Intelligence is not a dog’s name. Would never have left a trace.
Even if it was left behind, it would be difficult to find unless it was persistent guys like the SS Information Bureau.
“…… ?”
Wait, the SS intelligence agency?
“…… !”
That’s what it was. Otto must have used the SS to verify the information. He must have used it as one of the ways to obtain information, whether through connections or through friends. Considering the guy’s meticulousness, he would have finished checking the intersection through the other side as well.
Above all, Giselle’s Schneider family, who were said to rule Saxony, is one of the groups that were subcontracted by the Ministry of Information. What would a profit-driven group gain from losing a million marks and a big hand in the intelligence department?
A wish to go out into a bigger picture? The desire to manipulate Bernhard from behind the scenes?
No words! If Hans Schneider was really one of the 13 nobles, there is no way he would not know about Beatrix’s activities during the civil war. Where can a criminal organization rise to the pinnacle of state power? Even to monsters that can destroy themselves alone!
Rather the opposite. It’s true that he wants to go out on a bigger scale, but he probably isn’t trying to manipulate Bernhard from behind the scenes. Even if you concede a hundred times, it’s too premature. It is much more realistic to sell the information department at a high price.
It’s not that it’s not, that would be the correct answer. If so, who could have been able to sell the army intelligence and big players like Anton Feininger to?
Beatrix Adler?
No, it’s too noble a status for that. No matter how high you give it, it’s Heinrich. Even so, it would be at the level of approval or granting, and in reality, it would be more reasonable to say that he was the head of the SS intelligence department.
Now I get it
It was these guys. These bastards were responsible for the purge of Feininger and his Army Intelligence in a previous life. Even if it hadn’t happened because of my approaching them, they would have stabbed me in the back someday.
“Elizabeth, that coat.”
“Tell me.”
“Throw it where Adele is.”
Took, Elizabeth crumpled up my overcoat and threw it at Adele. It seemed insulting at first glance, but it wasn’t. I was now taking care not to shame her as much as she could.
“Adele, I will ask you one more time.”
I am in a situation where I am surrounded by rude men. If my guess is correct, they are having a hard time with Adele. Of course, that doesn’t mean it’s easy.
“Do you believe me?”
“Yes, I believe.”
Adele nodded again. This time, it was with rather firm words.
“Then I must take off all the clothes I am wearing. Never stop until I tell you to stop.”
“All right.”
A beautiful elf picks up the cloak that has fallen at my feet. That long overcoat reached Adele’s thighs, so it would be better than being naked with nothing to cover.
“…….”
The gangsters are taken aback by the sudden striptease. Some turn around, and others soon turn their heads. I was lost in her thoughts until Adele took off all of her so-called maid uniforms, the clothes given to my employees.
There are a total of three conclusions that can be drawn by combining the reasoning so far and what I have seen and heard here.
However, Adele Schneider is the same person as Gisele Schneider.
Two, Adele Schneider is not the same person as Gisele Schneider.
Three, Adele Schneider was the same person as Gisele Schneider.
The last one seems to make no sense at first glance, but in reality it is not. Gisele Schneider here refers not to an individual with that name, but to the ruler of the streets of Saxony. Furthermore, the truth becomes clearer when elimination is applied.
Adele Schneider is not the same person as Gisele Schneider. Unless there is at least a double personality, the proposition cannot be established. If that’s true, it would mean that the person who led the underworld got a job as an employee at the presidential residence.
Moreover, think of Beatrix Adler. Their target was originally her, not me. If that’s the case, is she a woman with a weakness for that bitch? Even if she is, is she the kind of woman she would shed in everyday life? Barely enough that a single employee or something could figure it out?
Adele Schneider and Gisele Schneider are not the same person. I’m pretty sure it’s not like this, at least not now. She referred to my past as an assistant teacher. She made ruined aristocrats, bankrupt businessmen, and wounded soldiers roar with joy, she said.
“Sorry I’m busy, but just one question.”
I asked Adele as she took off her clothes and put them down. Naturally, she shook her head. She was also convinced again and again when she saw that the Rosen Krantz brand was embroidered on the white lingerie she was wearing, apart from her own.
“The organization under the Schneider family.”
“Yes.”
“Isn’t that number 11?”
“You are correct.”
It’s almost certain. Now there is only one left.
“Okay, it’s going to be hard, but take it off.”
Adele took her hand to the hook of her bra. After a while, I revealed her luscious breasts. It was perfectly proportioned and very alluring. To the extent that if you are not careful, you will inadvertently harbor intoxication.
There was no better person to write a beauty world.
Slowly, the garter belt falls to the ground. But the evidence I was hoping for has yet to emerge. Of course, it hasn’t been revealed yet, but it will definitely exist. Adele’s attitude is proof of that.
“I’m sorry for appearing embarrassing.”
Finally I saw It was only after she took off her underwear, which was her last bastion, that she saw the evidence clearly.
“No, nothing to be sorry about.”
Yeah, I had to see it
“Because it’s not your fault.”
A pattern that shines on her pubic hair, which was meticulously and densely grown.
The tattoo I saw in the Führer’s bedroom as I passed by.
The very magic I know well.
“Elizabeth, can you see?”
“I see. But how the hell…….”
“Don’t worry, I will explain one by one from now on.”
Pledge! Bernhard’s time-honored magic, said to be used to restrain speech and action.
“You have bad taste, Gisele Schneider.”
All of this has been proven. Adele Schneider is being blackmailed.
To be more precise…….
The woman who was Gisele Schneider in the past is being blackmailed by the present Gisele Schneider!
