TWDR - Chapter 51




"What kind of? I didn't lip sync with him. I didn't even roll in bed."

"Aha! It seems so. Oh no, have pity. No. Maybe that's better. If you don't know love, at least you won't be as miserable as I am."

Oppensia continued with a somewhat bitter expression.

"The Barons of Cerpelia who betrayed me and poisoned me. Let me take revenge on that. As long as I use the Crown Prince to wipe out the family, I'll stop there."

"After you stop, are you going to go to the demon world and find out my location?"

"Hah. It can't be. I don't want to be a stupid Prince, but I hate going back to the demon world even more."

Oppensia looked at the wide sky. Clouds were floating slowly in the sky.

 "...Now that I've come back to this place I loved, I want to stay here for a little longer."

"If you came back at most, you shouldn't have fed me Rilkena tea."

"That's right. If I had known that the witch next to the Grand Duke was you, I wouldn't have done so. I thought you were a middle-level witch who came to disturb me again. I'm no different from a traitor in the demon world. I don't want to chase you, and I don't want to try to bring you back."

"Yes, sign a contract with me. From now on, you will only touch Baron Cerpelia. And you won't go to the demon world and find out my location. In return, I'll spare you."

"Yes."

"Contract signed."

Gremory's eyes lit up red. And a translucent restraint was hung around Oppensia's neck, and it quickly became transparent.

"Wow, this is so dirty. I always just put it around other people's necks."

"Turn it off now. If you're not the culprit, I'll be busier."

"...You've changed a lot, Gremory."

Offensia disappeared, leaving behind a meaningful message. Gremory turned into a crow again and flew out of the palace.

For some reason, he felt uncomfortable and bad.

***

Since Oppensia was not the culprit, the case fell into a labyrinth again. Chession strengthened the security of the estate, and his intelligence guild operated covertly.

Gremory also moved stealthily. There is a possibility that it is the work of another witch, so for safety, Chession will not know.

She ordered the black beasts to look for vagrants or unrelated people who had gone missing.

The cries of black crows, black wild dogs, and black mice began to gather. Assimilated with witches, they spread throughout the empire under Gremory's orders.

About two days later, a suspicious place was discovered.

An ancient ruin in the middle of a desert where the wind blows. There stood a man with two black cloths. On the chest side was a brooch in the shape of two black spears overlapping. When the man pressed the button hidden in the ruins, the entrance to the basement opened.

A black rat that was closely chasing the man tried to follow him underground. At that moment.

Smack!!

As if he couldn't tolerate even a single rat coming into this place, the man kicked the rat straight away.

'I checked the location first.'

Red brooch with two black spears. Gremory now tracked down the broochers.

It was not difficult to find those who wore brooches. They were disguised as ordinary shopkeepers, citizens, and civil servants and were active all over the empire.

And dark back alleys. Some of them were trying to kidnap an unrelated woman and send her to the ruins.

'That's not right.'

Woooo! Woooo!

A herd of black wild dogs followed Gremory's instructions and drove out the brooches. The woman who was left behind struggled with her hands and feet tied. Gremory ordered the black rat to gnaw on the rope, and the freed woman escaped safely.

At the same time. In the information guild of Chession, he also found a pattern of two overlapping black spears.

"Your Highness, don't you think this is the mark of the Cult of the Abyss?"

"It's a bit deformed, but I think so."

Cult of the Abyss. It was a pseudo-religious group that had been seen often since ancient times. Capable guild members kidnapped the owner of a tailor shop belonging to the Church of the Abyss and imprisoned him in a torture chamber.

The black torture chamber was full of mold. Chession, who went down to the bottom floor, stared at the owner of the tailor shop. Sensing the pain that would follow, the tailor's owner struggled while tied to a chair.

"Tell me. What is your real purpose?"

"Oh, I told you earlier! You need someone who bought it as a material to bring the dead witch back to life... Ugh!"

Puck.

Chession kicked the man in the shin.

"You're talking nonsense like you're a member of a pseudo-religious group."

"Really! To revive the witch who was poisoned and killed, our leader summoned a demon...!"

"Haven't you been hit yet?"

"Oh, I really don't know more! End-of-life like me only sacrifices people who will be used as materials and receive compensation, and that's all I know!"

Just then. Gremory, who did not know when she came, stood beside Chession and said,

"That leader is a nobleman."

"...!"

"You get a lot of money in exchange for kidnapping. If he has the financial resources to just give money to a person like you, it means that the leader is a nobleman."

The man's eyes flickered incessantly. Gremory grinned.

"I just threw it at him, but I guess he stabbed me a lot. Chession, I wonder if the leader is a real nobleman. If this happens, the scope of the search will be very narrow."

"Oh, no! It's not worth it to be an aristocrat!"

The cornered man denied it excessively. At the same time, Chession's eyes narrowed. Gremory threw the bait once more.

"And the leader... Is he a man?"

"I... I am not in a position to see the face of the leader, so I don't know anything! And since I have blown everything I know, why don't you just let me go? If you want, I will also act as a double spy. Please."

The man shed tears with a pitiful face. Chession released his restraint as if he would show mercy. Gremory, who had dug out all the information the man knew, watched quietly.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!"

In order not to know the location of the Information guild, the man was thrown into the back alleys of the city, blindfolded. As soon as the restraint was released, the man ran somewhere. And one of the guild members, who was good at hiding his gestures, chased after the man and eliminated him in a suitable place.

Gremory had been looking into the torture chamber for a long time. If she dealt with the man, she could stop going, and she felt like something was on her mind.

"Mori, what are you doing?"

Chession approached her and looked at her puzzledly.

"I just think it's bigger than where I was locked up."

"Why do you suddenly bring up memories of bad times? Now, let's go up quickly."

Chession grabbed Gremory's hand. This time, Gremory was led by Chession's hand and out into the vast sky.

***

The next day, in the afternoon. While the guild members of the information guild work hard.

Gremory enjoyed her leisure time on a rocking chair in the garden of the Grand Duke's residence, chewing on the jerky made by Anna. At the same time, it also fulfilled the role.

"Mori. Do you think there are witches or demons in the world? Does it make sense that humans summoned demons to save a witch who was poisoned? I can't believe it."

"I believe it."

"...Mori, you're more naive than you think."

But Chession was shaking without me realizing it. When she heard that she was a witch who had been poisoned to death, he thought of Mori, who drank Rilkena tea and vomited blood.

"Oh, I don't think so. It won't be. Witches are like that, but what about demons?"

While Chession's mind was dizzy again.

Gremory asked, scratching her side.

"Anyway, the owner of the tailor's shop seemed useless, so I quietly dealt with it."

"Uh, yes."

"Yes, yes."

She went up to her room with a bite of jerky or yum. Seeing an unfamiliar box on the table in the center of the room, it seemed that Anna had brought it.

The box was full of invitations. It seemed to be thanks to her extraordinary appearance at the imperial banquet and the Crown Prince's victory party.

Gremory picked up the box and brought it to the fireplace, then stopped in disgust.

'Wait. The culprit in this case is a man and a nobleman. So, if I attend a party where many aristocratic men gather, won't I be able to come into contact with the criminal?'

This Gremory, it's been a long time since you've rolled your head!

Gremory took the box back to the table and sorted out the contents step by step. After that, she called Anna and asked.

"Which of these places do you think will have the most attendees? There should be a lot of men, in particular."

"Oh, are you finally going out? Let's see. Margareta... Margareta didn't have many attendees because something bad happened not long ago... If I had to pick it up, it was Duke Ortega, one of the four great Dukes. Many men attend the ball of the Duke of Ortega, and there are so many attendees that it will be difficult to get in and out if you go late."

It was just when Gremory was about to answer. Isolene, who was running over, shouted.

"Ortega? I hate it! Mori, you didn't forget that Catherine's last name was Ortega, did you?"


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