Chapter 84 – Reconstruction of Events
After the head-to-head meeting that lasted for about an hour, I barely escaped from the audience room and wiped his chest in relief.
‘Phew, I thought the liver was falling off.’
I pretended to be calm on the outside, but honestly, my heart was pounding because I didn’t know how to suddenly ask for my opinion.
I managed to use my wits to get over it, but it’s still a plan that’s close to desk talk.
Since then, there has been a need to refine and refine it further.
“Good job. Kaldrash. I’m weak against things like this…”
“Ah, Ozma-sama also worked hard. You must be tired, so go in and rest.”
Ozma, who had been accompanying me, seemed very tired, probably because he was exhausted.
So, once she sent her back to her room, I decided to join her, Vanessa, who had heard the words of her demon lord.
Awesome!
“Ah! I haven’t gone yet!”
It was then.
The door of the audience room, which had been tightly closed, was slightly opened, and the red-haired witch poked her head out.
“It’s been a while! Kaldrash!”
Despite seeing each other for the first time in almost two months, Dorothea’s face did not change much from the time they parted.
If there’s one thing that has changed, maybe it’s because it’s a formal occasion, maybe it’s that she’s wearing a black coat that looks fluffy unlike the days when she was half-naked these days.
Even so, the lining was red, so it matched well with her image.
“Dorotea.”
As I greeted her, her Ozma next to her asked, squinting her eyes.
“Kaldrasch, what’s your relationship with Dorothea?”
“Oh, that’s…”
“A friend!”
As Dorothea said, she confidently hugged me by the side of her.
Ozma’s eyebrows twitched at her bright skinship, but Dorothea pretended nothing was wrong and rubbed her face against her back.
“Chi, it looks a bit close for a friend, doesn’t it?”
“That’s what sex friends are for!”
“Quaaagh! Crazy bitch!”
I hurriedly covered Dorothea’s mouth, who couldn’t tell the difference between what to say and what not to say, but she was already spilled water.
“Three, sex friends.”
Ozuma, who had been her virgin until just a few days ago, said a word that hadn’t occurred to her, and she muttered with a frozen expression.
Either that or not, Dorothea met Camilla’s eyes as she waited for me to come out of the hallway and waved her hand happily.
“It’s been a while, Camilla.”
Then Camilla politely put her hands together and bowed her back.
“It’s been a while. Mr. Dorothea.”
The two of them maintained a fairly strong relationship, as if they were sharing a single pillar on the bed.
Anyway, Ozma, who had barely come to his senses, looked at me with an expression that wanted her to explain, and I scratched her head before deciding to tell the truth.
“First of all, what Dorothea said is true. When she went to the Eastern Front, we drank together and had a small accident. From then on, we enjoyed each other.”
“…Well, okay. It’s better to be honest than to lie.”
Ozma accepted the fact surprisingly coolly.
“Are you okay? You seemed pretty shocked.”
Then Ozma nodded her head and she admitted it.
“That’s true, but if a man has the ability, having three concubines is not a problem at all. I didn’t think that I could monopolize your love from the beginning. Because women are always seduced by a proud man. “
Acting surprisingly calm, she looked at Dorothea.
“I wish you well in the future.”
Then Dorothea, who seemed to have seen it for the purpose of provoking Ozma, nodded her head with a rather embarrassed expression.
“Yes, yes.”
After exchanging her greetings, Ozma said that she would go back and rest, and she left her seat first.
Dorothea, who had been left behind, looked at Ozma’s back in amazement, then she glanced at me and asked,
“How the hell did you seduce that princess?”
“I don’t know either.”
***
After a brief rendezvous, Dorothea went back into her throne room, saying she still had business, and I went out of the castle to find Vanessa.
Unlike the Balaur village, where you have to hide your identity, you don’t have to wear a mask in the castle, so it feels much easier to work.
Today, as always, Vanessa, who was in charge of guarding the castle with the Death Knights, welcomed me and waved his hand when my eyes met.
“Kaldrasch, I was waiting for you.”
“Have you heard the story from the Demon King?”
Then Vanessa nodded her head in his hand and said.
“They say they’re going to the dungeon to check the scene where the hero was killed. I told the guards and prepared it in advance.”
As he said that, he took out a keychain from his waist and waved it, but he seemed to be secretly happy that he could legally skip security.
“Then, like before, you guide me.”
“Gorum, trust me and follow me.”
Vanessa made such a boast and started walking in the lead.
***
This is the second time to go to the dungeon in the castle.
The first time I went, I went to get information about the Eastern Front from the warrior and to check what happened to the hero, but this time I’m going to confirm the death of the hero.
Pass the prison on the first floor and the prison on the second floor, which you have seen before, and go down the secret stairs hidden beyond the wall.
Except for the torches that were lit at regular intervals, the dark revolving staircase continued endlessly underground.
After going down for about 10 minutes, I finally started to see the light.
When everyone came down and looked around, the entrance to the third floor was as bright as daylight because of the light from the luminous poles embedded in the ceiling.
Carefully step into the hallway.
“…”
There was not much difference from the previous time.
Stone walls and stone floors that can’t be found as much as aesthetically pleasing.
An iron grate with the property of blocking mana.
A prison where prisoners who seem to have lost hope of life are lying helpless.
In such a dreary landscape, the bars of only one tabernacle were greatly bent.
I realized that the location was somehow familiar.
That would also be the case, if my memory is not wrong, it was the ‘cleric’ who was imprisoned in that prison.
I asked Vanessa, who was standing next to me, with a feeling of no way.
“Could it be that the one who killed the hero was a cleric who was one of my party members?”
Then Vanessa asked in bewilderment.
“Right. Is this the first time you’ve heard of it?”
“Uh.”
To be honest, he was completely unexpected.
It would have been more realistic if the demons who had a grudge against the hero had killed it.
However, killing the hero and committing suicide was a priest who seemed unable to properly kill even a young ant.
Even if something went wrong, it was wrong for a long time.
“Any eyewitnesses? Are there any eyewitnesses?”
Then Vanessa shook her head with a confused expression.
“The incident happened in the early morning hours when the guards were away. The other criminals who would be witnesses were also sleeping soundly.”
“Still, there must have been at least one. An eyewitness to the incident.”
Then, as if embarrassed, Vanessa made a gesture of rubbing her bare neck, and then he hinted at me.
“Actually, it’s not there at all. It’s a problem because the witness was the same warrior party.”
As Vanessa said, she pointed her finger at a prison.
And what was imprisoned in it was a warrior who had become haggard before he knew it, as if the up-and-coming figure he had seen a few months ago had gone.
Maybe she fell asleep while crying, her eyes were moist.
I groaned and asked.
“Are there any other witnesses?”
Then Vanessa shrugged and pointed to the sage who was imprisoned in the room right next to the priest.
“I think I’ve seen it over there too.”
The sage’s cell was filled with graffiti on all sides, whether it be the walls or the floor.
The figure of the sage sleeping soundly, curled up in a purple cloak as a blanket, looked a bit better than the warrior.
I looked at the cell of the warrior and the sage alternately, and decided to listen to the circumstances of the sage, who seemed to be in a slightly better condition.
“Should I wake you up?”
“I’d appreciate it if you would.”
Upon receiving my request, Vanessa opened the cell door and went inside.
Then he shook the shoulder of the sleeping sage.
“Yes…”
Then, the wise man tosses and turns his small body while talking in his sleep.
Her blue hair, which should have been shiny by nature, had turned a faded color from the dust.
Eventually, the sleeping sage’s eyes open.
“Kyaa…!”
When she found Vanessa without a head, she tried to scream in an instant, but the black gauntlet quickly covered her mouth so the sound didn’t leak out.
The sage blinks his eyes rapidly, probably out of fear.
Either that or not, just as hunters hold their ears together when hunting rabbits, Vanessa raised the wise man’s slender wrist and gestured as if to ask me a question.
It was only then that the sage’s pupils constricted as if he had found me standing beyond the bars.
I directly asked such a sage.
“The day the hero died, what happened here?”
