With Marlene's help, Emily was able to obtain a fake identity.
But simply gaining status wasn't enough. Emily decided to enlist the help of John and Cezanne to create a more complete disguise.
"This is a drug that changes the color of your eyes. After you stop taking it for a day, your eyes will return to their original color."
Cezanne, who was standing next to her, shook the bottle suspiciously and asked.
“There are no side effects, right?”
“If you are going to make disrespectful remarks to me, please leave this room.”
“I just checked, just in case.”
Cezanne rolled his eyes and put the vial back in its original place.
“Then I’ll try it.”
Emily took the pill without hesitation.
“...It hasn’t changed?”
“It takes time. Please wait a moment.”
Emily blinked slowly. Her pupils began to change color. Cezanne, the first to notice the change, spoke in amazement.
“Your eye color has changed to emerald.”
"I've never seen anyone turn emerald-eyed after drinking this. They're truly beautiful."
At John's words, Emily also picked up the mirror and examined herself. The change in eye color alone made her look different.
“Now I’m going to change my hair color.”
Cezanne began making dye by mixing henna powder, coffee grounds, and egg yolks.
“What color are you changing it to?”
John asked curiously.
“Black.”
Changing hair to any other color was a difficult task for an amateur like Cezanne to attempt.
And no color changed one's impression more clearly than black.
After finishing dyeing, Emily straightened her bangs and straightened her wavy hair.
“Shall I mark the dot?”
"Good."
There was a distinct dot under Emily's eye.
John and Cezanne both looked at Emily's changed appearance with a strange expression.
“Why? Is it weird?”
“It’s not that it’s strange...”
His impression had definitely changed. Her previously sharp, alluring appearance now seemed cold and haughty.
But still, the problem was her beautiful appearance.
“You said you were going to do an undercover investigation, but is it okay for your appearance to stand out like this?”
"What does it matter what I look like? As long as they don't know I'm Emily, that's fine."
“I think it might have something to do with it...”
Cezanne nodded in agreement with what John was quietly muttering.
Emily ran her hand over her new uniform and the name tag that read "Stella Lovell." She was certain that the Marquis of Huppert would protect her identity.
Now all that remained was to do what she did best. When Emily appeared in her transformed form, the Starr attendants were dumbfounded.
“Are you sure you’re not our Madam?”
Alvin could barely guess that she was Emily by looking at her clothes.
“If I go out like this, do you think people won’t recognize me?”
"Yes. You'd never know. Even we, who've lived with you for over a year, are confused."
Those words lifted the spirits of the three, including Emily. The hours of hard work had been worth it.
“Everyone, please help me. Please.”
Alvin's face darkened at Emily's words.
“If Killian finds out about this, he’ll be very worried.”
'And maybe we'll die.'
He swallowed his last words, and his face became tearful.
“So make sure he never finds out.”
Emily insisted.
“But can we trust the Marquis Huppert?”
“Unlike Marlene, the Marquis is a gentle and upright person, so you don’t have to worry.”
Despite his high position, he never once accepted a bribe or caused trouble. He wasn't one to speak carelessly.
John grabbed the hem of her dress from below and shook it.
“What’s wrong, John?”
“I’m taking this with me just in case.”
John handed Emily a suspicious vial.
"If anyone recognizes Emily, spray this on their face. It's a drug that temporarily confuses the brain."
"Ah..."
Is it okay to spray this on someone's face? Won't it just cause confusion?
"I'll take care of it for now. Thanks for thinking of me, John."
Emily put the bottle in her bosom, hoping she would never have to use it again.
The first day of Emily's undercover investigation dawned.
And at the request of the Marquis of Huppert, Philippe, the captain of the police, decided to protect Emily.
"This friend's name is Stella Lovell. She's the autopsy specialist here for this murder case, so let's cooperate with the investigation."
"All right."
Fortunately, no one recognized Emily as the Marchioness of Starr.
Even Philippe, who knew Emily's true identity, asked who she was when he first saw her.
Philippe spoke in a low voice so that only Emily could hear.
"Well then, I'll be going now. If you need anything, come to my office."
“Thank you, Commander Philippe.”
As Philippe left, Emily glanced around.
Fortunately, the unfortunate Nick Moore was nowhere to be seen. Emily went to see the autopsy specialist with peace of mind.
“Hello. Could I see the autopsy report you wrote when you first had the autopsy?”
“Yes, please wait a moment.”
The name of the murdered person is 'Big', and he was a member of the Giuliano family who traveled with Raminis.
He had been in an ambiguous position within the organization since Raminis was locked up in a mental hospital, and since it was someone like him who was murdered, she couldn't help but suspect a connection with Giuliano.
“The article says the direct cause of death was excessive bleeding. Is that true?”
“Yes, he was stabbed deeply in the chest.”
“A knife...”
If Killian was going to kill someone, he would rather use a gun than a knife.
Emily, who received the autopsy report from him and came to her seat, wrote down the characteristics of the body that appeared in the autopsy report.
The stab wound was a diagonal line running from the upper left to the lower right of the corpse's chest. This means it was a stab wound that would have occurred if the victim had been killed by a right-handed person.
But Killian was left-handed.
Emily went back to the coroner.
“You still haven’t found the knife used to commit the murder?”
"Yes, I searched the area thoroughly, but I couldn't find it. The culprit must have it."
He said, glancing towards Emily's desk.
"As you'll see later during the autopsy, the stab wounds are clean. It's clearly the work of a professional killer."
"Yes."
Emily also felt it necessary to find out how Big had been doing within the Giuliano organization recently.
“When is the next checkup date?”
“Two days later.”
“Yes, I understand. Thank you.”
Emily, who was able to review not only the autopsy report but also the case logs up to that point, took notes on any points that raised questions.
“You’ve been very enthusiastic since the first day you arrived.”
The man who spoke to Emily was a young man of solid appearance and quite handsome.
“My name is Theo Capone.”
Emily shook his hand, trying to keep her embarrassed expression off her face.
“My name is Stella Lovell.”
He was the son of Count Capone and had met Emily in high society.
“When I saw you up close, I noticed that you looked a lot like someone I know.”
But because the atmosphere she gave off was so different, it seemed like he didn't realize she was the same person.
“It’s almost mealtime. Would you like to go to a restaurant together?”
“Oh, is it meal time already?”
Emily put away what she was doing and stood up.
Anyway, it seemed that aside from Theo, there wouldn't be anyone here who would be familiar with her.
Rather, avoiding socializing with people could have drawn more negative attention, so Emily chose to socialize moderately with them.
“I don’t know about other departments, but the food at the cafeteria here is pretty good.”
Thanks to Theo, Emily was able to get her meal and sit down without getting lost.
Theo also gave detailed information about the various benefits available to members of the police force.
“I have a question.”
“Yes, please ask.”
“I heard that Nick Moore is the person in charge of this murder investigation, but he’s not here?”
“Oh, he went out to investigate the scene. He’ll probably be back tomorrow.”
Then he looked around and added in a low voice.
“In fact, they’re probably getting drinks at a bar under the pretext of conducting a field investigation.”
Her fists were shaking at the thought of such an incompetent person putting Killian in jail.
Not long after they started eating, a commotion was heard coming from the restaurant entrance.
When Emily turned her head curiously, Theo kindly explained this time, too.
“It’s a very rare occasion, but the Commander of the Knights of Penitus has visited our department.”
Startled by those words, Emily suddenly began coughing violently.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m sorry. I heard you were talking.”
Theo, who was sitting across from her, fidgeted for a moment and quickly brought her some water.
“Drink water slowly.”
"Thank you."
In that commotion, the eyes of Emily and Charles, the Knight Commander of Penitus, met.
Emily quickly turned her head in surprise.
'Did you find out?'
Emily took the water from Theo, careful not to reveal any traces of her cough. Fortunately, the cough stopped immediately after she drank it.
“Here, a towel...”
As Theo pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, someone sat down next to him with a thud. He wore a richly embroidered red cloak draped over one shoulder, setting him apart from the other knights.
It was none other than Duke Charles Sadie, the Knight Commander of Penitus.
Emily fiddled with the bottle of medicine in her arms.
If I spray this drug on that face right now, will people call me a crazy bitch?
But simply gaining status wasn't enough. Emily decided to enlist the help of John and Cezanne to create a more complete disguise.
"This is a drug that changes the color of your eyes. After you stop taking it for a day, your eyes will return to their original color."
Cezanne, who was standing next to her, shook the bottle suspiciously and asked.
“There are no side effects, right?”
“If you are going to make disrespectful remarks to me, please leave this room.”
“I just checked, just in case.”
Cezanne rolled his eyes and put the vial back in its original place.
“Then I’ll try it.”
Emily took the pill without hesitation.
“...It hasn’t changed?”
“It takes time. Please wait a moment.”
Emily blinked slowly. Her pupils began to change color. Cezanne, the first to notice the change, spoke in amazement.
“Your eye color has changed to emerald.”
"I've never seen anyone turn emerald-eyed after drinking this. They're truly beautiful."
At John's words, Emily also picked up the mirror and examined herself. The change in eye color alone made her look different.
“Now I’m going to change my hair color.”
Cezanne began making dye by mixing henna powder, coffee grounds, and egg yolks.
“What color are you changing it to?”
John asked curiously.
“Black.”
Changing hair to any other color was a difficult task for an amateur like Cezanne to attempt.
And no color changed one's impression more clearly than black.
After finishing dyeing, Emily straightened her bangs and straightened her wavy hair.
“Shall I mark the dot?”
"Good."
There was a distinct dot under Emily's eye.
John and Cezanne both looked at Emily's changed appearance with a strange expression.
“Why? Is it weird?”
“It’s not that it’s strange...”
His impression had definitely changed. Her previously sharp, alluring appearance now seemed cold and haughty.
But still, the problem was her beautiful appearance.
“You said you were going to do an undercover investigation, but is it okay for your appearance to stand out like this?”
"What does it matter what I look like? As long as they don't know I'm Emily, that's fine."
“I think it might have something to do with it...”
Cezanne nodded in agreement with what John was quietly muttering.
Emily ran her hand over her new uniform and the name tag that read "Stella Lovell." She was certain that the Marquis of Huppert would protect her identity.
Now all that remained was to do what she did best. When Emily appeared in her transformed form, the Starr attendants were dumbfounded.
“Are you sure you’re not our Madam?”
Alvin could barely guess that she was Emily by looking at her clothes.
“If I go out like this, do you think people won’t recognize me?”
"Yes. You'd never know. Even we, who've lived with you for over a year, are confused."
Those words lifted the spirits of the three, including Emily. The hours of hard work had been worth it.
“Everyone, please help me. Please.”
Alvin's face darkened at Emily's words.
“If Killian finds out about this, he’ll be very worried.”
'And maybe we'll die.'
He swallowed his last words, and his face became tearful.
“So make sure he never finds out.”
Emily insisted.
“But can we trust the Marquis Huppert?”
“Unlike Marlene, the Marquis is a gentle and upright person, so you don’t have to worry.”
Despite his high position, he never once accepted a bribe or caused trouble. He wasn't one to speak carelessly.
John grabbed the hem of her dress from below and shook it.
“What’s wrong, John?”
“I’m taking this with me just in case.”
John handed Emily a suspicious vial.
"If anyone recognizes Emily, spray this on their face. It's a drug that temporarily confuses the brain."
"Ah..."
Is it okay to spray this on someone's face? Won't it just cause confusion?
"I'll take care of it for now. Thanks for thinking of me, John."
Emily put the bottle in her bosom, hoping she would never have to use it again.
***
The first day of Emily's undercover investigation dawned.
And at the request of the Marquis of Huppert, Philippe, the captain of the police, decided to protect Emily.
"This friend's name is Stella Lovell. She's the autopsy specialist here for this murder case, so let's cooperate with the investigation."
"All right."
Fortunately, no one recognized Emily as the Marchioness of Starr.
Even Philippe, who knew Emily's true identity, asked who she was when he first saw her.
Philippe spoke in a low voice so that only Emily could hear.
"Well then, I'll be going now. If you need anything, come to my office."
“Thank you, Commander Philippe.”
As Philippe left, Emily glanced around.
Fortunately, the unfortunate Nick Moore was nowhere to be seen. Emily went to see the autopsy specialist with peace of mind.
“Hello. Could I see the autopsy report you wrote when you first had the autopsy?”
“Yes, please wait a moment.”
The name of the murdered person is 'Big', and he was a member of the Giuliano family who traveled with Raminis.
He had been in an ambiguous position within the organization since Raminis was locked up in a mental hospital, and since it was someone like him who was murdered, she couldn't help but suspect a connection with Giuliano.
“The article says the direct cause of death was excessive bleeding. Is that true?”
“Yes, he was stabbed deeply in the chest.”
“A knife...”
If Killian was going to kill someone, he would rather use a gun than a knife.
Emily, who received the autopsy report from him and came to her seat, wrote down the characteristics of the body that appeared in the autopsy report.
The stab wound was a diagonal line running from the upper left to the lower right of the corpse's chest. This means it was a stab wound that would have occurred if the victim had been killed by a right-handed person.
But Killian was left-handed.
Emily went back to the coroner.
“You still haven’t found the knife used to commit the murder?”
"Yes, I searched the area thoroughly, but I couldn't find it. The culprit must have it."
He said, glancing towards Emily's desk.
"As you'll see later during the autopsy, the stab wounds are clean. It's clearly the work of a professional killer."
"Yes."
Emily also felt it necessary to find out how Big had been doing within the Giuliano organization recently.
“When is the next checkup date?”
“Two days later.”
“Yes, I understand. Thank you.”
Emily, who was able to review not only the autopsy report but also the case logs up to that point, took notes on any points that raised questions.
“You’ve been very enthusiastic since the first day you arrived.”
The man who spoke to Emily was a young man of solid appearance and quite handsome.
“My name is Theo Capone.”
Emily shook his hand, trying to keep her embarrassed expression off her face.
“My name is Stella Lovell.”
He was the son of Count Capone and had met Emily in high society.
“When I saw you up close, I noticed that you looked a lot like someone I know.”
But because the atmosphere she gave off was so different, it seemed like he didn't realize she was the same person.
“It’s almost mealtime. Would you like to go to a restaurant together?”
“Oh, is it meal time already?”
Emily put away what she was doing and stood up.
Anyway, it seemed that aside from Theo, there wouldn't be anyone here who would be familiar with her.
Rather, avoiding socializing with people could have drawn more negative attention, so Emily chose to socialize moderately with them.
“I don’t know about other departments, but the food at the cafeteria here is pretty good.”
Thanks to Theo, Emily was able to get her meal and sit down without getting lost.
Theo also gave detailed information about the various benefits available to members of the police force.
“I have a question.”
“Yes, please ask.”
“I heard that Nick Moore is the person in charge of this murder investigation, but he’s not here?”
“Oh, he went out to investigate the scene. He’ll probably be back tomorrow.”
Then he looked around and added in a low voice.
“In fact, they’re probably getting drinks at a bar under the pretext of conducting a field investigation.”
Her fists were shaking at the thought of such an incompetent person putting Killian in jail.
Not long after they started eating, a commotion was heard coming from the restaurant entrance.
When Emily turned her head curiously, Theo kindly explained this time, too.
“It’s a very rare occasion, but the Commander of the Knights of Penitus has visited our department.”
Startled by those words, Emily suddenly began coughing violently.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m sorry. I heard you were talking.”
Theo, who was sitting across from her, fidgeted for a moment and quickly brought her some water.
“Drink water slowly.”
"Thank you."
In that commotion, the eyes of Emily and Charles, the Knight Commander of Penitus, met.
Emily quickly turned her head in surprise.
'Did you find out?'
Emily took the water from Theo, careful not to reveal any traces of her cough. Fortunately, the cough stopped immediately after she drank it.
“Here, a towel...”
As Theo pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, someone sat down next to him with a thud. He wore a richly embroidered red cloak draped over one shoulder, setting him apart from the other knights.
It was none other than Duke Charles Sadie, the Knight Commander of Penitus.
Emily fiddled with the bottle of medicine in her arms.
If I spray this drug on that face right now, will people call me a crazy bitch?
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