248 Castle Town Weird Incident - Lost Right Hand (Bottom)

Together, they were to be gathered in Tetia's bedroom.

It is a meeting between Tetia, Nicolas and Zeth, Camua-Josh and Polearth and Leyt, only six.

Tetia, the first son I saw, was in a seat half-hearted to the bedroom.

She is a feeble daughter with pale chestnut hair up to her shoulders. I still can't recover from the shock of my grandmother's death, and that's what makes me look like a dead man.

Nicola seemed upset.

Zeth is burning her eyes like a swordsman glaring at the battle.

"Well," Camua-Josh said, looking around at the faces of such a Viscount Alphan family.

"I could sum up the idea that this might be the truth for me one day. Your ears are dirty, but we'd appreciate your feedback."

"Are you still going to throw up the paranoia that a thief might be staying in this mansion or something?

Nicolas says it's evil.

"No," Camua-Josh shook his elongated head.

"I'm not going to call this one killer a thief anymore in the future. It would be too disrespectful to steal the blood of the noble Viscount Alphane."

"Well... are you going to tailor me to the killer?

Nicola laughed just under her mouth.

Zeth is trembling in anger.

Tetia is - like a puppetless face.

"There is no annihilation. I wouldn't have done such a crime to a poor princess like you, Princess Nicolas."

"Don't be ridiculous! Then you're gonna tell me Tetia's the killer!?

"It's not.... or you might say it is. I think the truth is, it's just a little bit of a mix."

Camua-Josh is grinning.

What true phase could be seen in those strange purple eyes? Late decided to listen in silently.

"First of all, I have truncated the theory of an outside intruder from the beginning. I would have to think so, because it is also clear from the look of the wreckage that your lady, Matilla, lived until the morning. At the second hour of the morning, it is impossible to escape through the stone walls without being overlooked by passers-by. Whoever did this must still be in the mansion."

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"In that light, it is my belief that only three people who were able to step into the bedroom in the morning were able to harm your Lady Matilla. The most desirable of them all, the night shift squire, is still being persevered by the guards - and I don't think this person can be a murderer."

"Yeah. Is that because, after all, it's also impossible to hide the wrist he chopped off or clean the blood stain that he was the killer?

When Polearth inquired, Camua-Josh nodded yes.

"Or if he even existed as a collaborator, that's not the case. If you can drape a rope through the window and pull your mate in, or ask him to hide the murder weapon or wrist, even he can commit the crime.... but you think that's highly unlikely."

"Why not?

"Because if he's the killer, there's no reason to try to decide that on a morning like this. I don't know where or how sin will be exposed, because if it were to be two moments in the morning, the rest of my squire would already be starting to work. there won't be such a ridiculous story about draping rope through the window and inviting people to the bedroom upstairs as she and I illuminate the morning sun. Besides, if you want to make it look like a thief's work, that's what you should choose to stay up late. In this way, the guards have come to the conclusion that it should have been impossible to get past the stone walls in the morning."

So I took a breath, and Camua-Josh looked around at the silent people.

"If this was a plan that had been worked out in advance, I think the offense was committed late in the night, no matter what. But it was in the morning that Matilla lost her life.... I mean, wasn't this an unforeseeable, accidental incident for anyone?

"Accidental incident?

"That's right. It wasn't planned to harm your lady beforehand, but an incident that broke out because of an unfortunate coincidence - that's what I think."

That's how Camua-Josh's gaze was fixed under Nicolas.

"Well. The second person qualified to be the killer is you, Princess Nicola, who visited the bedroom in the morning.... but it would have been impossible to pierce a dagger as deep as that with your arms. The blade of the dagger was crushing the abrasive to reach the heart. Without as much arm power as I or Lord Zeth, you can't possibly imitate that."

"So you think you're the killer?

"No. Even Lord Zeth would not have been able to climb the mansion walls in the morning.... so didn't you just throw the pruning shovel in the window?

Zeth stood still.

From that face, the blood softly drops.

"Princess Nicola commanded you to throw a jar from your backyard into the bedroom upstairs. Afterwards, I suppose you gave me the role of disposing of your lady's blood and her right wrist wrapped around her shoulder. It must have been a shrinking task for you."

Then you want to treat me like a murderer.

Nicola is grinning cold.

Camua-Josh shook his head "No" over there.

"Princess Nicola, I think you probably just cut off your wrist from your body. Did you find the figure of Lord Zeth by the cabin when you opened the window to make it look like the work of the thief? So I was able to ask him to prepare and finish. Had I not been lucky or unlucky enough to summon Lord Zeth there, there would have been no such thing as a conversation."

"What the hell is that! Why do I have to cut off your wrist?

"Wasn't that to save Princess Tetia? There was probably evidence of Princess Tetia's guilt left behind."

Now, Nicolas was going to get up too.

Camua-Josh slowly looks back at the bedside.

"Princess Tetia, you stabbed your grandmother Matilla in the chest with a dagger, didn't you?

Tetia sees Cursory and Camuer-Josh.

When those little lips almost answered something - Nicola said, "No!" and freaked out.

"Tetia! Don't say anything!

"Guys... Guys, you were aware of what I did..."

With a bright blue face like a dead man, Tetia wept only one shrug.

"Yes... I stabbed my dagger in your aunt's chest..."

"Tetia!"

"I'm the one who killed my aunt. Nicolas and Zeth have nothing to do with it. All sins are upon me alone..."

"No. You must have definitely been poking a dagger, but is that what you were talking about last night? It was not until the dawn of night that your lady lost her life. It wasn't you who killed your wife."

Camua-Josh returns his gaze to Nicolas.

"Your wife was stabbed in the chest by Princess Tetia. But I'm sure he hit the bone and didn't even get a blade that deep. Even so, your lady had a plump body.... So, after Princess Tetia left, I think your lady tried to pull through the dagger on her chest, and that deeply damaged her right hand flat. The wrist that was just discovered was left with a scratch."

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"That's how your lady tied her wrist so hard with the shoulder straps that were close to her to give her a blood stop. So I've lost consciousness, or I've bled too much to speak up - and anyway, I'm going to have a lonely, meticulous night without even being able to summon my squire outside the door."

Nicola bit her lip and shut up.

Camua-Josh laughs softly over there.

"That's how it was in the morning, and Princess Nicola must have visited her bedroom. I don't know what the interaction was there, but your lady fell off the bed and was doomed. The shock of falling to the floor caused the dagger, which was just shallow and stabbed, to snap his abrasion and reach his heart. You naturally tried to call your squire - you must have known that Princess Tetia visited her bedroom last night, right? Or was your lady herself told the truth in the morning? Anyway, you had nothing else to do to expose Princess Tetia's sins."

"Why? I can't believe you got a flat wound on your wrist. You can just loosen the shoulder strap around your wrist to make it aye?

"No," asked Polearth in a voice with no sense of urgency, "Camua-Josh shook his neck sideways.

"Perhaps that didn't run enough errands. She was stuck all night, so she must have left marks of congestion on your wrist. To cover it up, Princess Nicolas was forced to finish off her wrist."

"Hmm, the more I hear, the less thumpy you are! Perhaps there were traces of that depression and the wound on your lady's wrist that was just discovered?

"No. The wound was scratchy, so we couldn't detect any such marks"

"Ugh, don't get chilly just listening.... but then it's all a guess. I wonder how the hell I can think of anything to twist that story out?

Camua-Josh chuckles relaxed at Polearth, who looks strange.

"Nothing is a difficult story. The evidence was left on the bedside."

"Bedroom?"

"Yeah. There was a lot of blood on the bedside, too. The chest wound would have been no big deal, so I guess that's all spilled blood from the palm of your hand.... Well, the blood that splashed a little rather than the blood was dried up enough to peel off with my fingers. If all that was blood spilled in the morning, it couldn't be that dry, could it?

Camua-Josh looks around at the people on the spot in turn.

"There was still some warmth left in your lady's remains. There is no doubt that your lady lost her life in the morning. Even so, there were traces of blood spilled more before on the bedroom. From the beginning, it was only to solve that mystery that I listened to and went around."

Late was to take a small breath so that no one would notice.

You were supposed to be looking at the same thing, but Late couldn't notice.

What Late should have checked was the bedding condition, not the carcass.

"Only Princess Tetia visited your lady's bedroom last night. Then the only thing that could have caused your lady to bleed is Princess Tetia or her squire between refrains. But if the squire was the killer, he would have stayed put at all costs within last night, so this cannot be the case. So I came to the conclusion that it was Princess Tetia who stabbed the dagger, and Princess Nicolas who tried to make it look like it was the thief's fault - well, what do you say?

Nicola doesn't want to talk about anything.

Tetia opened her mouth more as she stared at the figure.

"Nicola, are you...? You and Brother Zeth have done such imitations to cover me...?

"You weren't heard anything, were you, Princess Tetia?"

"Yes... my aunt was murdered by thieves and my right wrist was taken away, and I couldn't figure out why... I hurt my aunt last night, but I can't believe the thief broke in after that and killed my aunt... is that such a strange story possible..."

"How did you end up hurting your grandmother?

To Camua-Josh's question, Tetia spilled so many tears.

"I… visited my aunt's bedroom to discuss the traces of the Viscount Alphan family… Surely my mother was a samurai, but I was recognized as a legitimate son in the presence of the Lawyer of Genos. There is no way that you can twist it and transfer the inheritance to Nicolas, so that you can reconsider your thoughts..."

"But you didn't hear that wish,"

"Yes... all that or I was to be stuffed with that dagger handed to me, to self-harm..."

Tetia's thin fingertips grip the bedding.

"If it weren't for you, everything would subside in circles... redeeming with your life the unforgivable sins your mother committed... and then she would insult me with her filth... and when I realized it, I was daggering my aunt's chest..."

"Did you, Tetia"

Zeth said in a voice at the bottom.

In its eyes dwelt a very distressing light.

"If you knew that, why would that old man hate us so much for what I was taking the knife for you! If you are not born into an aristocratic house, are humans also not allowed to wish for the happiness of mankind!?

"That's the only thing... because our mother has accepted her noble father..."

"That's why I don't deserve to yell at Tetia at my aunt! The bad news is that he's the father who gave birth to the samurai!

Nicola screams out loud.

On those cheeks, too, tears were always coming down.

"I didn't want to inherit the tracks! I - I wanted to welcome Zeth as my partner!

Whispering, Nicolas dazzles Camua-Josh with tear-wet eyes.

"That's why I went to my bedroom to convince my aunt! He said we should get rid of the stupid idea and make Tetia's companion the next Lord -"

"You were telling the truth in that respect, weren't you? But how did your wife end up losing her life?

When Camua-Josh asked in a soft voice, Nicola hugged her body as if she had suffered a sudden chill.

"My aunt grabbed me on the bunk! Tetia did it, that girl is a sinner, and now the trail is yours... she's got a bright blue face, laughing like a beast, grabbing at my body! So when I tried to escape, my aunt fell off the bed..."

Nicolas is about to collapse.

Zeth stopped holding the sleazy body.

Staring at that figure, Tetia snaps with a faint voice.

"I wanted Brother Zeth and Nicolas to be bound... so I wanted to bear the name of the Viscount Alphan on this body... but my aunt wouldn't allow it..."

"My aunt was possessed by the title! The Viscount is not a great title! It was more important for Auntie to defend the title in her own way than for the family that split the blood!

Both Nicolas and Tetia were crying.

Zeth pulled her mouth together and seemed to be whimpering.

I guess I just wanted to protect my sister, my sister, my brother, my sister and my beloved human being.

I felt like I could even imagine the anguish and sadness on Leyt, who didn't know anything about the family.

"Apparently, my thoughts were on the whole thing. It appears that the murderer of your wife was the third person on the scene - the woman herself."

That's what Camua-Josh said in a very quiet tone with a very gentle smile.

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"That was a hell of a fuss."

Polearth crushed it that way as he followed the Viscount Alphan family.

Just out the front door, Camua-Josh looks back at you.

"What does Lord Polearth intend to do with them?

"Yeah? Of course I'll report the truth as it is. The law of Genos makes it a sin to point a knife at your family and to deceive the guards to hide it."

Looks like a deer claw, Polearth replied that way.

"Under the law, everyone should be tried correctly. … so with the fact that Matilla's loss of life was an unfortunate accident, we'll need to tell them exactly what happened."

"When that happens, what happens to the Viscount Alphan family?

"Naturally, I wonder if it will be discontinued. In front of the people of the King's capital, whatever happens to the Count's family, we have to let it survive, but the Viscount's handling is left to the Marquis Genos. Let Wang Du run the report tototoss, and that's it."

With that said, Polearths grinned with a fuzzy grin.

"Well, that would be happier for them too. For those who don't want it, titles can only be burdensome. They get free raw in exchange for honor as nobles and a comfortable life. If there's nowhere else to work after you've sinned, I'll ask you to serve me at the Dalaim house."

"Really?" also laughed Camua-Josh.

It was a rare, rather unyielding smile for Camua-Josh.

"Then we'll leave the rest to you. Say hello to Lord Genos."

"Yeah! Now I'm inviting you to my house!

Kamua-Josh and Leyt left the gate to say goodbye to Pohlearth, who waved.

Walk side-by-side through the stone streets of Castle Town.

Unknowingly, the town was full of bright light and vitality, such as the tragedy that took place at the Viscount Alphane's house.

"Well, there's only one thing I don't know."

Late tells him as he walks, Camua-Josh says, "Yeah?" He stared back wondering.

"Even Princess Nicola, with no arm, would have been possible if she'd dropped your lady well under the bunk, wouldn't it? Yet, from the outset, Camus had concluded that your lady had lost her life due to her carelessness. I don't know why."

"I didn't conclude anything. I've been wanting to change Princess Nicola's face and behavior while I was talking. The first time Princess Nicolas decided she wasn't the killer, it was like a plot to alert her opponent."

By the way, that's what Camua-Josh said.

"But she didn't even seem so good at hiding her emotions. Though he seemed to have the strength and the guts of an out-of-personality will, he also seemed unrelated to the ruthlessness that harmed his flesh parents. So, well, I don't have any proof, but I guess she's innocent.... If not, Selva will judge her soul in our place sooner or later."

"... I guess I'm not even at Camus' feet yet."

Late lets him take a deep breath.

"You're supposed to be standing in the same place and looking at the same thing, but you can't really think of things the same way you do with Camus. I'm a strange apprentice, unless I'm sorry."

"That's a big word. How old are you, Late?

"You know it. It's eleven this year."

"You're young!," Camua-Josh laughs.

"I can't believe when I was eleven, I just trembled without knowing the world's reason. Compared to that, I think it's amazing how grown up Late is."

"It's not enough to be an adult. I want to grow up."

"I think we should fully enjoy our current youth because years are something we eat on our own even if we leave them alone?

Laughing, Camua-Josh has put a pounding big hand flat on Leyt's head.

Again, this is a trick that isn't quite like him.

"Um, this is making me more and more childish."

"Eleven is a fine kid. You don't have to stretch your back."

"There's already 30 camouflages."

"It's 29! You know, it's terrible."

Blurry, I won't try to get my hands off Leyt's head.

That warmth didn't settle for Leyt.

"Um, Rayt. Sure, you're my apprentice, but you're only an apprentice as a Guardian, right? I can't even teach you how to ride a sword or a toss."

"Yes, that's why I'm trying to be a Camus person my way."

"I wonder why you're going for someone like me! I think that's the kind of story that a hundred out of a hundred people would disagree with."

"Then I'm the 101st of 101."

Camua grinned bitterly, slapping me on the head of Late several times with Pompon before finally letting go of my hand.

"People like me have a market set for dying wild at the end of the day. Though I think you'd be happier looking for a more comfortable life."

"Yes, I was also advised that Barsha in Masala would not die in a good way"

"Yeah, yeah, that's the best part. Humans need to know how to die. No matter how blessed you live, there's no such vain story of you dying at the end of your life resentful to your family."

I'm sure that's referring to your wife, Matilla.

Is Mattilla bad for adhering to the name of the Viscount?

Is it bad for Tetia, who couldn't even keep her passion down?

Is it bad for Tetia's father, who gave birth to a samurai?

Is Tetia's mother bad for not refusing courtship from her employer?

I couldn't tell Late that much.

"... I'm only eleven years old, so I can't think of an ideal death. I just want to live a life I'm comfortable with and accept the death I visit at the end of it."

"Hmm, it makes me feel horrible that I'm so obsessed at eleven..."

"Are you able to imagine your own death for a camouflage who has made thirty current?

"I told you not to emphasize thirty!... That's right. I want Selva to be the only one who laughs, even if I'm dying."

In fact, laughing naggingly, Camua-Josh said so.

The eyes are watermarked to see something.

"Well, thinking about it - Mattilla and others, who were going to die believing that this would make Princess Nicolas carry on her trail, may have been summoned to heaven in an unexpectedly happy comfort. It's the people who are always left behind who suffer."

"Is that why Camua doesn't try to keep her own child in the world?

"I don't know," Camua laughed.

"Well, I'm sure I won't get to the idea of leaving my child in the world right now, but if only I could see a cute apprentice standing alone as a Guardian, I'd be quite satisfied."

"… I will do my best to meet your expectations"

"Yeah, good luck with that."

Camua-Josh smiled.

"Come on, it looks like you've managed to get some time for snacks. Let's hurry back to Inn Town."

"Yes."

I guess while he's been acting together for two years, Late still hasn't understood half of what Camua-Josh is all about.

Walk freely through the nations, making no divine wrath or contraindication, and being loved or neglected by so many human beings, is Camua-Josh happy or unhappy - maybe for the sake of wanting to determine it, Late was by Camua-Josh.

(But whether I'm happy or unhappy, I want to be like you, Camua)

With that in mind, Late continued to walk the stone streets with his odd master.