The picture Diane drew was of a human face and a bracelet.
The drawing skills were so good that it looked like it was drawn by a professional artist.
"This is the face of the person wearing the mask. This bracelet is the one worn by the person with the writing on the mask."
"A sorcerer? Have you seen the sorcerer's face?"
"No. Not even the face. But I saw a mole in the middle of the left wrist."
Then, Leticia, who had been quietly listening from the side, tilted her head up and looked at the picture of the bracelet that Diane had drawn.
"This is a bracelet that we carry at our jewelry store."
Our gaze turned to Leticia.
Leticia looked at Diane in bewilderment as if asking why she was looking at her like that.
"This double cross-stitch, which makes the shape of a cross look like a star, is the Lunalock family's trademark. Why, Sister? You really didn't know?"
"No, I didn't know."
"This bracelet is the signature product of the Lunalock family, recently released by the jewelry store in Diamond Lane! It is only sold to wealthy nobles who make more than 20% of the store's annual sales!"
Diane began to shrink back.
Leticia realized she had been pushin lg Diane too hard and hurriedly explained to me.
"My mother doesn't like it when my father focuses more on high-ranking affairs than politics. She thinks that living off the income from the estate is the proper way for a nobleman to live, and she thinks that accumulating wealth through commerce is degrading the family's prestige. My sister might not know this because she spends all day with my mother..."
Even while making excuses like that, his expression was like, 'No matter what, you don't know the family brand.'
Of course, that wasn't important to me.
"Leticia, if this is only sold to a certain customer base, can you give me a list of people who bought this bracelet?"
"It's all written down in the ledger. But only a few people can touch the ledger. Why? Do you need a list?"
If we can identify the sorcerer, we may be able to find out the size of the Duke of Linchester's assassin network and who runs it.
It seemed more meaningful to dig up the sorcerer's side rather than dig up the dead assassin with the montage.
"Can you help me?"
Leticia frowned and asked thoughtfully.
"Is it necessary to kill someone? Or to bury them socially? Or to expose their love?"
"Why do you think that would be so?"
"It's a mask. Masks are usually used for Illegal and evil acts, so isn't that the case when you're tracking down someone with this as a clue?"
At Leticia's wise answer, I realized that I had asked a foolish question.
"Yes."
"Is it good punishing evil, or are we the villains?"
Leticia, who had been asking that question, shook her head and canceled her question.
"Oh, actually, that doesn't matter."
Leticia curled one corner of her mouth.
"I'll save you, list."
Then, her eyes sparkled as she quietly muttered. "Double agent!" and clenched her fists.
It seemed like she found it amusing that she pretended to be my maid to help her father, but in reality, she was stealing his client list.
I glanced at Diane, who was at a loss as she listened to the entire conversation.
"You'll keep the secret, right?"
It was clear that Diane was on Leticia's side rather than her father's, as Leticia openly muttered something about being a double agent in Diane's ear. Still, she wanted to make sure.
"Ah... Yes. That, of course. But... that's dangerous... right?"
"Leticia will be okay."
Leticia, who was just helping out for a moment and then leaving, was in no danger.
I'm not sure if I'll be able to safely follow these clues to the end though.
I sat down close to Diane.
"I don't intend to ask you to keep my secret, but I will give you something in return."
"Repayment is that it?"
I held out my palm to Diane.
Diane reached out to me with her hand, seemingly oblivious to such contact.
She resembles Leticia in that she sparkles when she's interested in something and then quickly loses interest when she loses it, but she also doesn't have this much vigilance.
I took Diane's hand and asked.
"Diane, were you ever threatened by anyone when you were young?"
"How about that?"
Diane flinched.
I glanced at the lump of magi that had been attached to her and smiling darkly since earlier.
Diane, of course, had a lump of magi attached to her, but it was not in her form but in the form of another human being. It seemed like magic created by someone else's evil intention.
Perhaps the person who made Diane possessed by Magi was the human who copied Magi's appearance.
"A middle-aged man with a scar above his eyebrow. He seems to be harassing Diane. In your dreams and in your memories."
Leticia's expression also worsened at those words.
I sensed that something was going on with her sister.
"Now you won't have nightmares about him or unpleasant memories from the past that come back to you without you knowing."
Then, I breathed the power of purification through our touching hands.
Diane's eyes widened.
"Something a warm feeling."
"I purified the magi attached to Diane."
"Ah, I heard from Leticia. Now that I think about it, you have that kind of ability."
Diane checked with me again as if she couldn't believe it.
"Will I really not be bothered by that person anymore?"
"If Miss Diane doesn't try to remember, you'll be free for a while. Then, if you start to have troublesome thoughts again, come to me. After a few purifications and the memories fade, you'll be able to forget. Definitely."
Diane grabbed both of my hands.
"Thank you! I really, really appreciate it. Really..."
I smiled broadly and asked, just In case.
"But... Did you feel anything different when you came into contact with my power?"
"Which?"
"You feel excited, feel thirsty..."
My cheeks flushed slightly.
Diane blinked with an innocent look on her face.
"No, it just feels warm and cozy. Like being in the morning sun."
"Oh, that's a relief!"
Diane didn't seem to feel the same way Julian did.
'Yeah, not everyone feels the same way. Julian is probably more sensitive than everyone else.'
I stepped aside so that Diane could read Queen Beatrice's records in comfort.
At that time, Millea was attending to Julian.
Julian has recently instructed his ministers and secretaries to investigate corruption in state affairs.
In particular, he gave strict orders to find the secret ledger related to the Count of Kensington's military corruption, which the Inspectorate had never been able to get its hands on.
It was to tail the Duke of Linchester, based on Bridget's words that he wouId get his hands on it and try to hide it.
After finishing the meeting, he came out and looked at the national financial report that the finance department had hastily compiled.
Where there is money, there is corruption.
Julian had a headache looking over the massive and sloppy reports as the King had neglected and neglected his financial situation.
Millea placed some refreshments on his desk.
"Get some rest. This isn't something that can be resolved in a day or two."
Julian put down the papers and put his hand on his temple.
"It's a mess. There's no talent in the country. It's a shame that people like this have been running the country up until now."
Then he remembered the realization he had received from Bridget and chuckled self-deprecatingly.
Who can blame anyone when the King himself was the one who ruined the state? It was all his own fault.
"You're spitting in my face. Who are you to blame?"
"You're trying to fix it now, aren't you? Don't be so impatient."
Advice to not be impatient didn't help.
The time that was left was passing fairly, perhaps even cruelly.
Julian took a sip of the bitter tea that Millea offered him.
Millea, who had been observing his expression, opened her mouth slightly when she saw his expression relax slightly.
"Your Majesty. Please don't be offended. Just in case, may I ask you something?"
"Why are you thinking that much? Tell me. I think it's worth the effort put into these cookies."
He took a bite of Millea's homemade cookie and put it down with a strange expression.
"If it hadn't been Bridget who sold you to Josephine that day when you were almost assassinated..."
Julian's expression crumpled as he was suddenly reminded of his painful past unexpectedly.
Still, Millea had to ask.
"Have you ever considered that someone else might have intervened?"
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