IDEFYEM - Chapter 63
Black Man, I'll Do Everything For You Except Marriage!
As soon as I turned around the hallway, I ran into Sarah and swallowed hard.
Anyone can see that she is wearing a light outfit that looks like she came to me as soon as she woke up.
Her hands were shaking, as if she was barely holding back the urge to hit my back. Complex eyes, as if looking at a younger sister who had an accident.
That's why I didn't want to get caught!
I put on an aggrieved expression and started making excuses.
"I don't know what you're thinking, but that's not it! It's not really!"
"Of course you'll say no."
"Ugh, that's not really true!"
"It's not my place to interfere, but the wedding is just around the corner...."
Unable to hear anymore, he covered her mouth and dragged her into the room.
"Kael was sick yesterday. The aide had also told me not to come in, and he was suffering alone with a high fever."
"This is such an obvious low-level trick, Miss. I can't believe you fall for something like that."
"Just trust what people say! Now, look. There's a wet towel and a glass on the tray."
Phew, it was a good thing I had made a habit of taking the tray when I hurried out earlier. The doubt in Sarah's eyes was fading slightly.
"I was so tired from nursing him that I just fell asleep. I went out too."
"Going out?"
Phew, we've finally returned to a normal topic of conversation. I wonder if this can really be called normal.
Sarah, who quickly noticed that my expression was slightly stiff, asked me first. The playfulness that had been on her face just a moment ago was gone.
"Did something happen?"
"Well, actually..."
It was explained before that the intelligence Guild was asked to investigate the Duke's background. I told Sarah exactly the story I heard from him yesterday.
It was a bit surprising that he could be followed so easily while this was going on behind his back. Considering the Duke's conceited personality, it was quite understandable.
With the 1st Prince, the likely successor, on his back, he must have thought that no one would be able to touch him first.
In fact, if it weren't for us, the person who would have asked to investigate the Duke's family would never have shown up. But we pushed ahead, and Tristan was much more capable than I thought.
With that thought in my head, I looked at Sarah as I was finishing my explanation.
Rather than being surprised, she looked a little relieved.
"Actually, I did a little more research yesterday focusing on that clue. But I don't think it can match what you brought."
"It's amazing that you accomplished that much on your own, Sarah. If it weren't for the information you brought first, it would have taken much longer."
Sarah smiled slightly, perhaps because what I said seemed sincere.
"I still think that someone is suffering down there, so I can't even be happy that I found it."
It seemed like she was talking about her former teacher. She said while fiddling with the admission ticket I took out during the explanation.
"I never thought it would be so organized that tickets would be printed and sold. It's so disgusting."
I answered with a frown.
"Anyway, I found a way in. I was thinking of a slightly different path."
"Oh, what is it?"
"Rather than tell you, I'll show you."
Sarah said that, left the room, and hugged and brought back a cat, Vermont, who I didn't know where it had come from.
"Ugh, shameless! Let go! Let go!"
Cried Lord Vermont, stretching downward like well-melted cheese.
I felt like sparks would fly towards me if I burst out laughing, so I tried to look away. Perhaps because he thought Sarah wouldn't let him go even if he resisted any longer, Lord Vermont fluttered and then made a pop sound.
And then he transformed into his human form, a sensitive-looking silver-haired handsome man. Before he could yell at Sarah, who had an extremely annoyed expression on her face, I took the initiative to ask a question.
"You said you would show me in person?"
"Yes, this is it."
Sarah said rather triumphantly.
"We are infiltrating this demon, who is good at shapeshifting, inside like an auction official!"
"Whose will it be?"
"You're good at shapeshifting?"
Vermont and I asked at the same time.
Then they turned to each other and opened their mouths at the same time again.
"Of course you're good at transformation!"
"Of course, you weren't helping?"
Sarah exclaimed, looking like a teacher leading young children.
"Stop, stop! Speak one by one."
As if he had been waiting, Sir Vermont opened his mouth first and spoke.
"I'm disappointed, Enri. I've told you this many times, but I'm a devil whose specialty is transformation."
Is this how Sarah planned to infiltrate without asking for permission?
No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like that, so it's a very sloppy devil.
"If it is a large-scale auction, there will definitely be expenses to manage the 'products.""
Sarah unfolded the map she had drawn and began to explain.
"About this, and about this. In my experience, nobles do not invest much in security personnel. He has likely called out simply because of his large physique."
"Hmm, that's a valid point."
"They don't usually get attacked very often, so it's just for show."
Sarah's fingertips circled over the hand-drawn map.
"At this point, I can easily put one of the moving guards to sleep with magic, then send in Vermont, who has transformed just like him."
"..."
"And the plan was to infiltrate and observe trends, well. If you have a ticket, it's better to take the easy route."
However, after listening to Sarah's words to the end, my thoughts changed a little.
"No, after all, the admission ticket is only visible from the customer's perspective. If the plan is successful, it will be of great help to understand the internal structure."
"I didn't think of that."
Sarah answered with a look on her face as if she had received a good point.
"If it succeeds."
I still looked at Lord Vermont with an untrustworthy expression. He soon got angry and responded to my provocation.
"I'll give you a fear you've never experienced before, Wintersoar."
"What is he saying now?"
"Close your eyes, come on."
I shrugged my shoulders at his aggressive attitude and closed my eyes as he told me to. It also meant that the bond with the familiar deepened and that I trusted Vermont.
Soon, an explosion sound was heard along with Sarah being greatly shaken.
'W-what is it?"
When I too was a little taken aback, Lord Vermont spoke again.
"You can open your eyes now."
Unable to overcome my curiosity, I opened my eyes and was soon faced with an unexpected sight.
"Wow, it's me!"
Light pink hair, big eyes, and the same clothes he's wearing right now. A look I thought I would never see in my life unless I looked in the mirror.
Enrica Wintersoar was alive and moving before my eyes.
But what's a little different is....l
“Fu, fuhaha! Ha ha ha ha hal ha ha ha!”
Sarah, who had been holding back the whole time, burst into laughter as if she had reached her limit. Vermont glanced at her, but he didn't look threatening at all.
Originally, I didn't have the appearance to effectively scare people. This was quite different from that.
Enrica's features have become a hundred times blurrier and fiercer than the original!
"Do I look this stupid?"
I asked Sarah with tears in my eyes, expecting the answer to be no.
"Of course... Fuha, no."
Sara barely managed to get an answer out while wiping away the tears that had formed at the corners of her eyes.
It's been a while since I've seen her smile so comfortably, but it's nice.
How on earth did this happen?
Sir Vermont said, avoiding my gaze as if he was embarrassed.
"You don't know how difficult and arduous the transformation is, requiring sophisticated techniques. There are many people who, even after practicing for a hundred years, cannot even match their hair color properly! This is great."
It was clear from what I heard that the detailed elements were well implemented. For example, my hair, which is a mysterious color that is neither too dark nor too light, or clothes with exactly three buttons.
If you look closely, it was so elaborate that it gave me goosebumps.
"You can cover your face with something like a mask. The rest is important."
Vermont seemed to think it was time to start protesting.
"Why is my face shaped like this, even though you copied it exactly, even down to the stitches that weren't in order?"
When Sarah laughed again at my point, Lord Vermont spoke as if threatening.
"If you keep doing this, it will change you too."
"Hmm, this is definitely a fear I've never experienced. Big, big!"
Sarah laughed so hard that I almost lost my breath as I cleared my throat and tried to argue.
Vermont couldn't hold back any longer and transformed into Sarah as if she had been waiting, and we burst into laughter once again.
"It looks like Sarah like this would eat the wrong menu at a restaurant without even being able to point out a word."
"It's not that bad, girl!"
"No, that's about right. Even if I had to pay a higher price, I would quietly say thank you and leave the restaurant."
Vermont, who had a sullen expression throughout our laughter, eventually couldn't resist his anger and looked at himself in the mirror. And in the end, he couldn't stop his mouth from twitching, making us happy.
I didn't know that it might have been a way for people to relieve tension before a big day.
Suddenly, a strange sense of camaraderie developed between the three of us.
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