This Book is Not Available for Subscription Under the Age of 18 - Chapter 158

Shouldn’t you go to prison at least once before you die? (6)

Forcibly entering an empty room with no particular gain, he simply blasted Guernia out of the window and quickly ran away? She laughed. Kayle didn’t even kill Guernia.

If he had found something in the room, there was no reason Chenin wouldn’t have seen it, and if she had been knocked out, she wouldn’t have been sitting on the bed so awake when the soldiers came.

Sezaine’s Chenin…….

An unexpected clue came. While she was rolling her head trying to figure out the whole story of the case, the Count also diligently moved his head with other thoughts.

The Count was suspicious of the Saint who brought up something far from the current situation. Theron Abitz died, so why did she bring up the banquet out of the blue?

At the time, when he said he would conduct a more thorough investigation, it was the Saint who stopped it. It’s hard for him to understand how he can move on without knowing the intruder even though he’s suffered huge losses. But when another incident strikes, she now tries to turn his attention to something else.

Like trying to cover up the case again and again.

“We need to catch the culprit who killed my son quickly.”

These were the words Count Abitz threw out to prevent the talk from going to another direction. In fact, he doesn’t even care about the culprit in the current situation. He was only curious about the Saint’s reaction.

“There are more important things than that.”

As expected. The Saint says something else. Then she kindly ignites the Count’s suspicions.

“… What is important?”

“I want to find out more about Theron Abitz’s personal life. Was there anyone he used to be friends with?”

“The bond between us father and son isn’t very deep, so I don’t even know about his private things. I’ve heard rumors that he enjoyed playing at night with my concubine in the mansion.”

“Speaking of concubine… Is it Chenin?”

“Is there anyone else besides her?”

The Count was more interested in finding his son’s killer than uncovering an unpleasant family affair. Not for revenge, sorrow or anger, but to pursue the Saint with an invisible weapon.

“By the way, Saint, it is said that shoe marks were left in the mansion where my son was found.”

“Is it the culprit’s?”

“I don’t know, but it was a footprint that I presumed belonged to a woman. It’s been a few days, so if I compare it with the day my son died, it would be difficult to say that she was the culprit, but it’s clear that someone has come and gone. It might be a big clue in catching the culprit.”

The Saint shook her head at that assumption. There is no way to know the culprit just because someone went to see what the demons or the demon king did a month ago after a long time.

It was evident that someone who knew Theron Abitz personally had visited him and, upon seeing his corpse, had run away in fright. Right now, it’s likely that the owner of the shoeprint was Chenin.

In any case, all arrows were pointing at Chenin. The Saint decided to meet Chenin in a different sense, whom she thought was only a tool to obtain the land mass of Sezaine.

“We’ll talk about the shoe marks later. First, I need to see Chenin.”

“I see.”

The Count responded obediently, but seeing the Saint’s attitude as if she was avoiding his words, strong curse words lingered in his heart.

‘… you will betray me. This bitch will definitely stab me in the back someday.’

* * *

It was very difficult for four people who had no common interests to get together and talk about the same topic. Each of us had so many things to say and things to do, and it was late at night when we could finally sit face to face.

Before the sun had set, Chenin grumbled that she didn’t have the dress she had brought with her, and eventually ran out of the inn, followed by Merson and me as a security guard. Evan had a deep conversation with the chef, whose heart had been blown away. For example, saying ‘It’s delicious, really. You’re the best chef on the continent!’.

The shopping ended earlier than expected, as the clothes sold in the middle of the market did not appeal to Chenin. I was very nervous, afraid that the people of County Abitz might be looking for her, but my fears did not happen.

Chenin didn’t seem to get around easily, and when her interest in her shopping waned, she turned her steps straight back to the inn. By the time she returned, the head chef had given up on her, and was excited about making a special dish for Evan.

Chenin said she was tired and went up to Evan’s room to get a good night’s sleep, and when Evan and Chenin finished all of their own, not so important, schedules, it was already time to walk the streets with the help of the moonlight.

We finally got together and discussed our future plans.

“Since Guernia died, there is no more danger to Evan.”

“Isn’t it the same for you and Merson? Anyway, on the day of the banquet, no one saw that we were in that room.”

Strictly speaking, we were not safe. If the one behind the Count is the Saint, then there is the heavenly deity behind it.

All plans have been drawn up to secretly train an army to use for the rebellion in Sezaine. But if Chenin, who had handed over the land share, suddenly disappears, there is a possibility that the Saint will take Chenin back. Even if she had to use the heavenly deity for that. Standing in a position to protect Chenin, we will be unable to avoid confrontation with the Saint.

“The Count may not readily accept the divorce. Even if we go directly to Sezaine, we might have to deal with the troops already stationed in the village. Evan, you’d better get out of here before you get involved with us and experience any harm.”

“No matter how good Merson is in magic, how does he fight against an army of black wizards alone? How is it different from committing suicide?”

In my point of view, the army of black wizards determined to fight Merson were the one committing suicide.