The bustling market of Jantar.
No matter how hard they tried, a few people who didn't fit in there appeared in a corner of the alley.
Garcia, wearing a deep cloak, frowned in the shade under her hat.
"He has no intention of hiding his traces."
Alseid nodded.
He wore the clothes of a commoner in his own way, but he had an aristocratic attitude to everyone.
"However, when I made up my mind to hide it, I felt like a persimmon."
According to the scouts who had been monitoring in advance, the shaman had been absent from the house for several days.
The shaman who made money by doing all kinds of dirty work was living in the basement of someone else's tavern anyway.
Thanks to this, it took them a little longer to investigate his residence.
It was daytime, so the bar had not yet opened.
The knight commander Aaron called the tavern owner and had him open the back door.
The gloomy corridor was revealed, and Garcia whispered in a low voice.
"In the same building, even if he doesn't care, he will feel that I am using my strength."
Alseid nodded slightly
Garcia closed his eyes.
Since the protective wall of the north wall and the main castle was maintained at all times, the energy and magic power were not always relaxed.
Still, she's glad that just three people, including her, the Grand Duke, and the Knight Commander, can protect it without difficulty.
When the Grand Duke was worried that taking more escort knights would overwhelm Garcia, it was thanks to the fact that the leader, Aaron, stepped forward curiously.
"Two years ago, my mistake put the baby and the monk in danger. If Your Excellency hadn't forgiven me, I would have lost my position long ago. I will make up for it today."
Aaron, who was so confident, carried an oil lamp and went down the narrow stairs ahead.
After exchanging glances, they kicked the door with a bang, and the old wooden door shattered and fell off.
Garcia focused all her attention on defending the group, but there were no signs in the room.
Aaron held the lamp high and illuminated every corner of the room.
"No one... No, there's someone here!"
There was someone in the corner of the room, wrapped in a rough rope, and Aaron put down his back and quickly reached out to him.
"Breathe... He has a faint breath."
When Aaron turned him around, Garcia sighed.
"Gregory..."
Alseid immediately confirmed.
"Is he Gregory Orbit?"
Garcia nodded with tears in his eyes.
"Oh my God. Gregory..."
When Aaron lifted the back of the road and shone on the face of the man lying like a corpse, he saw what looked like a black thread strangled under his dark face.
"Oh my God, this is... happening."
Garcia brought her hand closer, and something that had strangled him disappeared with a faint light.
"What is it?"
At the same time as Aaron asked, Gregory coughed.
"Cough!"
"Gregory, are you okay?"
As Garcia had been saying, the young-faced healer muttered with tears streaming down his face.
"That... That shaman... That shaman, Garcia. My... My necklace was taken away..."
Garcia closed her eyes and focused on the air in the room.
"...It's been a long time since he left. Somewhere here, there's another door."
Her opponent was a shaman who was skilled in trickery, but with Garcia, it didn't take long to find the secret passage through which he escaped.
As Aaron accompanied the Templars in pursuit of the passages, Alseid scoured the traces left by the shaman.
"...I left the whole checkbook behind."
Garcia shook her head excitedly.
"Until now, he hasn't moved because he needed money. He must have left something behind on purpose."
Sure enough, Alseid's eyebrows were wrinkled as he flipped through the checkbook.
"Three years ago, the Crown Prince paid almost a surname for him."
"Theo's close friend, Crown Prince Bioden..?"
Garcia asked bitterly, and Gregory, who had barely caught his breath, Interjected.
"Ka, Karajan."
"What?"
"When a guest came, I heard the painter call him Karajan."
Garcia pondered blankly.
"Sebastian Karajan..."
Alseld wrinkled his eyebrows once again.
"Do you know your name?"
"He's my old friend..."
Garcia shook her chest and couldn't speak for a while.
"...He was a vassal of Meridy. Until he commits a great sin and is cast out..."
"Was he a painter?"
Garcia shook her head helplessly at Alseid's question.
"Until he was young... No. He was just an astrologer. He has been a prophet of Meridy since his predecessors. Maybe hr kept his other abilities hidden throughout."
"Alas..."
Only then did Alseid find a piece related to the shaman in his memory.
"When I was in the academy, Cecilia once told me about the prophet of her castle. And soon after, she said he had left."
"Exactly, he was kicked out, but young Cecilia may not have known about it. After that, we lost contact, so I don't know why"
"But it seems that he must have a grudge against Meridy."
Garcia sighed and nodded.
After the Templars returned without Income, Garcia also followed the shaman's secret passage.
The traces of the shaman, which were filled with rooms, corridors, taverns, and even market bars that served as passages, disappeared as if evaporating.
"He really hides his traces well."
Garcia said resignedly, and Alseid didn't seem to have high expectations and ordered the Templars.
"Don't miss a single piece of things, especially documents, and take care of them."
Somehow, he loaded a bunch of unpleasant shaman's things and took Gregory Orbit, who was unable to move, to the council.
If he had been a normal person, he would have died long ago, but it is said that Gregory's healing technique barely saved his life.
Of course, the fleeing Sebastian couldn't have known about it, but he didn't seem to be concerned about the life of a young healer.
Alseid mounted his horse with the Crown Prince's signature on his chest.
His dark eyes sank deeply
***
Shion and I eagerly waited for Garcia with unresolved questions.
They returned after just half a month.
However, just by looking at Alseid's expression as he got off his horse, I realized that something was wrong.
"Well... Have you been there?"
When Shion, who was quick-witted for a child, greeted him cautiously. Alseid smiled faintly.
"Everyone must have been doing well."
Caliph bowed his head and greeted him formally.
"It wasn't a big deal, Father."
Even Caliph's short greeting was filled with doubt.
Alseid let out a soft sigh and opened his arms to me.
"How are you doing with Liana?"
"Yes, Dad."
As I approached, he picked me up and nodded slightly to Garcia.
"You tried your best. You can just go up and rest."
"Garcia..."
I looked at Garcia and waved my hand timidly.
Garcia also has something to say, but first, I have to follow Alseid.
Seeing Caliph's curious face, I'm sure he'll want to ask what happened, and in front of me, who is only five years old, he can bring up the story without being vigilant.
When we all went up the stairs to the upper floor, Alseid dropped me off and said.
"Caliph, follow me."
I quickly grabbed the hem of Alseid's pants.
"Li, Liana also missed my dad..."
Without the reward of blushing from trying to force myself to squeeze out my charm. Alseid smiled and bowed down.
"I have an important story to share with your eldest brother. It's a scary story for Liana to hear, so would you like to play with Shion for a while? I'll go see you when we're done."
Do you know...
I want to hear that scary story...
However, the long-legged father and older brother strode through the hallway, and Shion and I remained with the servants.
Dorian looked at me and asked.
"Are you sad, baby? If you hear a scary story, you'll have another nightmare at night."
But all my nightmares are because of memories from my past life.
"Li, Liana."
Shion called my name with a slightly troubled expression.
"That... Shall we play in the playroom until my father and brother come out?"
I didn't want to do anything, but I couldn't help it.
"Yes..."
I helplessly retorted and took Shion's hand.
Dorian frowned at Shion.
"Thank you, Master."
***
After entering the playroom, Shion opened the door to the warehouse attached to the corner for some reason.
Then he gestured to me, who stretched out my lips.
"Come here, Liana."
I leaned against the silver slide and shook my head.
If you want to take out a new toy over there and try to turn my attention to it, Shion is wrong.
Also, Suziebel nagged me not to enter the warehouse.
I was very curious about the story that would be heard in the lord's room.
'It must have something to do with Meridy.'
However, Shion saw the escort knight and gestured again.
"Liana, hurry up!"
I had no choice but to let go of my hips and walk forward.
"Why...'
Standing in the doorway, he stretched the end of his words and asked, and Shion beckoned urgently again.
I finally walked into the warehouse and screamed..
"Oh, why!"
"It!"
Shion placed a second finger on my lips.
Then he beckoned me again and went into the corner of the warehouse.
No matter how well it was maintained, it was a warehouse.
As I followed into the dusty corner, I made a lot of impressions.
However, Shion, who usually floats neatly, sweeps the dusty walls with his palm and brings his ears to me.
"What are you doing, brother?"
"Ba, bo. Hey."
When Shion spoke in the shape of his mouth, I frowned even more in anger.
Shion rolled his eyes and said.
"This is next to my father's room."
"Huh?"
No way, right next to the playroom is Isabelle's room...
Alas...
I had never realized that the teacher's room was much smaller than the lord's room or the playroom.
As Shion said, this warehouse was also facing the wall of the castle's room, just like the teacher's room.
It's a certain range.
I quickly put my ears on and heard the sound of words.
"...It is the signature of the Crown Prince."
What signature?
The sound of the words was different from when I overheard them across the hallway from my room.
'After all. Shion is a genius...'
I was moved and listened to the voices in the next room.
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