I Will Become a Poison Detector of Darkness - Chapter 7

1. I Will Refrain From the Death Penalty

Episode 7

The guards inadvertently turned away from me and passed by me. As I was making a fuss, I stared at the back of the guards who were solidifying and moving away.

What? I thought I was a wanted person? Or is it because my reward is low and they don’t want to grab it? Or those guards didn’t memorize the wanted flyers properly?

“What…”

It was Leniel who responded to my unintentional murmur.

“Because they didn’t see it.”

The heat that could be felt gradually moved away. Leniel, who looked indifferent, tapped a point with his toes.

“That’s it. In their eyes, this side will just look like a wall. There’s magic on it.”

What do you mean wall? I stared blankly down at the floor he was pointing at. It’s just an open road in my eyes.

Obviously, in the original work, if magic is used, the energy will remain there. In the case of black magic, in addition to that, even a slight energy remains as a trace. So it was a development in which the two protagonists found a remnant of black magic that could not be hidden, traced it back, and finally won.

Did I remember something wrong? No, that can’t be true. I shouldn’t do that.

“If it’s magic, why can’t the guards notice?”

“That’s obvious.”

Leniel’s expression was very calm.

“Because I’m stronger than them.”

I think it should sound very unlucky. Rather, there was a strong feeling of bitterness somewhere. After being dazed for a while at the feeling that didn’t match at all, I shook my head.

What do you mean bitter? There’s no reason for that. Wouldn’t it be better if he was rather bossy?

‘But if this place is covered with magic anyway, the fuss I made just now…’

Embarrassment and shame came belatedly. While rubbing my face, I tried to somehow erase the previous situation from my head, but it rather revived clearly.

Why is it so hard to live? It’s hard to take care of my life, but this is a terrible shame. I want to be alone.

“Couldn’t you tell me that in advance?”

As I mumbled in a weak voice, Leniel smiled obliquely.

“Well, to be honest, you were cute.”

“I’m not thankful at all.”

Just say I’m stupid. Just curse instead.

“Then, shall we do the rest inside?”

The rest?

Oh, by the way, I’m a criminal who failed to run away a while ago.

When I remembered my situation that I had forgotten because of the guard, I became very wary again.

“The rest is not torture, right?”

“I can let you experience it if you want. We don’t have to go too far…”

“Did I tell you that a new poison came in today? I have to try the poison quickly, so the sincere temporary employee will now return to work.”

As I ran, I heard a familiar laughter behind me returning to the general store.

Oh no. I think I got my first job wrong.

***

(3rd person pov)

What on earth did ‘Giselle Roycevin’ summon?

Leniel, who was sitting around with his chin on his hand, stared at the person in front of him, thinking about how many times he had already done it. What’s inside that shell?

“Hey, are you listening?”

“Yes, I’m listening.”

When he answered coolly, a distrustful look came back at once. Leniel smiled at Giselle. She shook her head as if giving up and continued to explain.

What she presented was a paper that summarized the taste of poison that had been delivered. Rather than simply listing the taste, it seemed that some conclusion was drawn by linking the efficacy of poison and the characteristics of taste in its own way.

The contents of the table drawn and organized by hand were readable and neat enough to be seen at a glance. It would not have been easy to list because the amount was not small and the poison in the store was not properly managed. If Vadeau, Leniel’s aide, sees it, he will enter the office immediately.

‘Giselle Roycevin probably didn’t try to get office skills from magic.’

“I really drank it all and organized it.”

“You might not be able to trust it, but they all tasted like fruits. Even the same apple tastes different depending on the sugar content.”

She probably wasn’t saying stupid things out of context from time to time.

“Of course, there were some that tasted a little different, but anyways, I chose it because I thought it would be easiest to organize it with fruits.”

This person, who covered the residence of ‘Giselle Roycevin’ was certainly interesting.

Apart from her not dying after taking the poison or talking about unreliable information, her existence itself was like that. If she’s going to get sick or hurt even a little, she’s not afraid of poison, and if she’s going to kill him, he’s going to ask them to take care of her right away.

This felt strangely contradictory. He didn’t know if he knew it himself.

“What’s your name?”

“What?”

“I told you my name, but you haven’t told me yours even now.”

The lips, which were explaining little by little, closed tightly at Leniel’s words.

It was fascinating too. That appearance was definitely ‘Giselle Roycevin’ but she seemed like a completely different person, perhaps because the insides changed. It’s the same facial features with platinum blonde hair.

“Giselle Roycevin.”

“Your name.”

“I’m Giselle Roycevin.”

Giselle, who firmly claimed to be ‘Giselle Roycevin’, stared at Leniel. Giselle’s expression facing him was firm on a subject that was arguably a lie. There are times when she is not obedient and determined. This was mainly the case when Leniel talked about the real identity of ‘Giselle Roycevin’.

“Okay, ‘Giselle’.”

Leniel nodded. Giselle continued the explanation that stopped again with a relieved face. Listening to her explanation in one ear and out the other, Leniel stayed still and observed her.

“I know the future of some very important people. For example, your boss.”

The future of some important people.

Leniel focused on what she said before than on what she said she knew the future.

‘Important people.’

Who does Giselle think are “important people”? What criteria did they decide the importance of? What’s the reason why “Wayne Eyeore” is in there?

“Sigh. Isn’t this just a rough test of my abilities?”

Perhaps after a long and long explanation, Giselle sighed and stretched her shoulders.

“Did you have any doubts?”

“I know your abilities, but my doubts about you have not disappeared at all.”

“What the hell are you looking at me…! Ugh.”

Giselle, who was angry and raised her voice, clenched her fists and calmed herself.

Right, that’s what she does. It was fun to watch such cute actions that she would never do if she were real. So Leniel could listen with a smile even when she lied openly.

Compared to the “real Giselle,” which was noisy and wanted a lot, he didn’t hate the “present Giselle.”

“I don’t really trust people.”

“Yes, yes. It looks like that. You live such a tiring life.”

The paper that Giselle, who shook her head, had spread out was organized one by one. The fingers of neatly stacking the paper that even wrote down the pages in a thrifty manner were quite delicate. Despite suffering in prison, the white and soft appearance was indeed the hand of a person who grew up in Roycevin’s wealth and glory.

He thought it was creepy and artificial of this “Giselle Roycevin”, but it was funny that that one gesture looked naive just because the kernel changed.

Laughing at his absurd sensibility, Leniel continued the conversation lightly.

“Besides, I saw you trying to run away with my own eyes.”

Leniel clearly saw the fingertips shaking slightly while organizing the paper.

“It’s not a run, it’s a walk.”

“You stole money with determination.”

When he hinted, Giselle jumped and looked serious.

“That! It’s my fault to omit the procedure however I want, but I was going to get paid anyway, so I was going to get it a little faster!”

Leniel stared at Giselle without answering back. Giselle, who was staring at him with a straight face, was seen pausing.

“Am I working without pay?”

It was unusual to squint and stare at him. She seemed more serious than when her life was threatened.

“You’re not forcing me to work, are you? No matter how evil you are, you shouldn’t eat your money! I’m drinking poison with my life on the line!”

How should he say this? Should he say that it feels like a chick is creaking?

Black wizards, who often used animals for curses, seem to have bought these similar chicks. He was bitter at the curse, and when he brought it, he made the whole room into a chicken coop, saying that he couldn’t kill them because it was cute.

At that time, the dense sound was only loud, but when he looked at it like this, it wasn’t even loud. It felt more pitiful.

How Giselle understood Leniel’s smirking attitude, and began to preach the evils of unpaid work with serious eyes. Instead of responding to her words, Leniel gathered mana with his fingertips.

When the black mana was clearly ignited enough to be seen with the naked eye, the mouth of the Giselle, who was chatting, closed tightly.

“…There’s a probationary period to learn the work. There’s no pay, since accommodation and food is also provided.”

As she slowly moved back and tried to distance herself, Leniel muttered in a smiling voice.

“I’m really bad at keeping the context.”