Chapter 5 Tracking
However, as a result of the Interrogation, it seemed that he did not know as much information as expected.
Rosentine thought of Lucen, who had skillfully pursued him.
The sharp light that he had seen one day from his fragile face surrounded him.
"As Roan said, it was just a middle management position. The order was almost like a request. He changed places every time, covering his face and only giving instructions. It is said that it took about three years to recruit the maid."
"It's been three years. I can't say that the security was bad."
"Because the security of the imperial palace is strict."
Rosentine listened to their conversation and recalled the interrogation scene. The truth that he endured blindfolded and finally confessed was no different from what she expected.
However, she was concerned that the contact information he had was less effective than she thought.
"Even if this happens, will you continue to contact me?"
"I don't know."
"I won't."
Shartus looked at Rosentine. After speaking, she said with a firm face that there was no possibility.
"Unless you throw out the bait."
"Bait?"
"Yes. He still has to prove himself useful."
A spy is just a tool. A tool can only be used if it proves its usefulness. It is a tool that has already cracked and has become ineffective.
Fortunately, the commotion they made did not reach anyone's ears. Therefore, even if the plan failed, Shartus might not consider it a conspiracy.
If so, you can use him here to put Shartus in a corner only on the outside. This is exactly what Rosentine argued.
"You're putting me in a corner, La."
"You can't pretend you've drunk poison, Roan."
"Maybe it's fortunate that it's the poison of Ma'an. The consciousness occurred two days ago, and even if it is a week's incubation period, there are still five days left."
Nord will have to see him again in some way. The client will want to know if he must have poisoned Shartus' glass.
Just as the eyes of others do not see the abnormality, the mastermind's eyes will not see anything strange about Shartus. They can't help but be nervous. This was what Rosentine paid attention to.
Rosentine thought of the other two conspiracies that would take place in the imperial palace.
If an incident occurs in a short period of time, no one will be suspicious, so something will not happen right away.
However, at least one could have exploded in the near future for a confirmed kill.
Shartus's eyes turned to Rosentine once again.
This would have been impossible under normal circumstances. The poison used was unidentifiable even if its name was known, and the conspirator had been hiding within the palace for over three years. To uncover the clue within five days was absurd.
But Carpus looked again into the blue eyes that were looking at him.
Roan didn't say whether she could or couldn't do it. She simply calmly stated what needed to be done immediately.
Certainly, if she succeeds, they will be able to make progress in no time.
"To be exact, it's one and a half days. Do you think you can break it within that time?"
His words, though asking if she could do it, implied a sense of urgency. It wasn't a difficult approach.
A gentle breeze seemed to blow around Chartus. A whirlwind, a whirlwind of energy, swirling around him. As if demanding something natural.
Rosentine looked into Chartus's eyes and nodded slowly. With her abilities, she could do it. But it felt strange.
Rosentine blinked, discovering a glimmer of trust in him. It was strangely heartwarming that such a request, so unreasonable, was based on trust.
It's something she has to do. For herself.
But that doesn't mean this wasn't done with the sole intention of saving Shatt's life. Rosentine smiled.
"Until death do us part, I will do it."
***
"Are there any signs before you were poisoned?"
"None. So it seems they chose that poison."
"Then I guess I can just live like this for now. And..."
Shartus's eyes turned to Rosentine, who was speechless. She had the same no-problem look as before. He might have been like that before, but this time, Shartus, wined at Lucen.
"I need to decide who to accompany her."
"He has to be good at tracking."
"Are you saying that Hostang is not good?"
"Haha, I didn't say that much..."
"Are you saying that so openly?"
Hostang wore a look of injustice. Roan couldn't hide her smile, a face befitting a dungeon. Anger lingered as he gazed at her, but was ultimately overcome by the product.
They were now in the villa of Chartus, in the basement where Nord was imprisoned.
The man, whose face had become pale after two days, had a tired expression on his face.
"At this rate, it'll be like advertising that I was interrogated."
"Did you hear that? He told me to put on a lively expression."
Hostang sternly rebuked Nord.
It had already been explained in advance. It seemed that he was wary of a situation where he might be caught and did not have a contact book.
However, persistent interrogation allowed them to find out that Nord had been instructed on where to report the situation.
Rosentine was going to be there right away.
Following Nord's lead.
Shartus stood before Nord with clattering footsteps. The clerk shuddered as he approached.
A lowered voice echoed in the basement.
"Remember. You just have the same responsibility as before."
"Save me, save me..."
"It's better not to think nonsense. Because we will be following you. You don't want to die from a sword flying from behind without knowing anything."
The atmosphere in which he treats his subordinates and enemies is completely different.
Rosentine swallowed hard as he looked at him. Perhaps seeing that sight made her even more concerned about her own safety.
Shartus's gaze pierced Nord as it was. He broke out in a cold sweat and nodded his head.
The wound was swollen in a place that was not visible in Rosentine's direction. It was a part that would not be exposed if it were covered by clothes.
The time given is only a few hours. All Nord can do is make contact with someone who may be another intermediary.
He knew that if he did not follow the Second Prince right now, he would die. Even if he hadn't been captured by the Prince, he would have died.
Nord pondered his anger. The money he received for three years was not small, but he almost died without being able to spend all of it.
The poison of the devil's eye.
Nord remembered his master's words. As soon as you drink it, your intestines will melt, so come see it. But from the beginning, even if the second prince drank poison, there was no way he would collapse immediately.
In other words, when he went to report to his master in a confused state, it was Nord himself who knew nothing and was being reprimanded.
"If you had just gone ahead, you would have protested and argued that your practice was perfect, giving your followers even greater reassurance."
"This..."
"The price must have been death."
The reason he said he would do this dangerous thing was not that his life was threatened, but because he was really in a situation where he would die no matter what.
Shartus looked down at the gritting Nord. There was no longer any fear of the spy returning to his master, but there was no telling what the enraged one might do.
Shartus nodded, and Rosentine stood beside him.
As before, she was the one who would follow Nord. The moment he met the mastermind, it was Rosentine who was the one who would find out as much as possible.
However, in case Nord was fleeing or in case of an unforeseen danger, he needed someone to follow Rosentine.
"Except for Hostang, it's Lucen or me."
"Your Highness must not disappear from the imperial palace. I don't even know who is behind it. If abnormal behavior is witnessed when encountering a spy, everything may be ruined."
"Then is it Lucen?"
Responding to Rosentine's words, Shartus took turns looking at her and Nord.
In the dark prison, only a single lantern is lit up with a dim light.
The spy who had been torn apart for two days without sleep, lay there with its head bowed. It was said that, except for forcing himself open at Hostang words, it was practically impossible to sleep.
Shartus's eyes briefly touched the back of Rosentine's hand.
Lucen waited for Shartus's decision, which was silent for a while.
"...I'll say I'm going hunting. Roan, you go with me."
"Yes? Your Highness?"
"I don't know what will happen, so I'm a little more sure I'll go."
It was a firm statement from someone who had witnessed his subordinate's abilities to the end. Rosentine, recalling his inaction, lightly accepted it.
Surely with him, she won't miss Nord or be threatened.
She had even heard rumors that the safest place in the empire was next to Shartus with his weapons.
The timing was also shortly after the ball, so it was not strange to go hunting.
But here's the problem.
"Do you think that face will be covered?"
"You are a shaman. You know how to avoid people's attention, right?"
Rosentine bit her lip tightly at the pain in her head. She couldn't say, 'I don't know.'
No matter how much she is disguised as Roan, that face is out of the question.
Rosentine saw Shartus showing his presence even in the dark dungeon.
Even though the field of view seems to rely on a single lantern, the yellow light tilts a long and famous painting. Anyone who picked up a brush would have asked him to be his subject.
Lucen couldn't help but burst into a small laugh. It was clear that he agreed.
Come to think of it, being between two, no, three handsome men was a feast for the eyes. Even Hostang was a handsome man with a refreshing appearance, so unfortunately, that didn't catch her eye.
So, what is the distracting appearance in this Rosentine situation?
"Let me find a way."
The second firm words followed. This time, he had a slight line on his lips.
Rosentine barely swallowed her sigh. It was clear that she would not hesitate to make a decision. First of all, for her, going with that Second Prince would be mentally draining, so she had to be mentally prepared.
It would be better if you covered your face. After staring through Shartus' face, she finally spoke up.
"Shall I put some soot on my face...?"
She doesn't think that's the case, but with an honest feeling.
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