Chapter 202

Giving meaning (5)

?When I stopped by Lortel’s cabin to clean it Belle looked more surprised than expected.

It has already been more than five days since Ed Rosstaylor left to attend a prayer meeting at the Cleric Monastery.

In the wild five days is the time during which weeds grow food rots and drinking water dries up. This means that living in the wild where every day is precious is not something everyone can adapt to.

Therefore I thought that Yenika would have a hard time while Ed who usually took the lead in camp work was away.

However the camp which was surprisingly neat and well-maintained was in a different direction from when Ed took the lead in managing it.

Like Yenika who has a more delicate personality than Ed there were tools food ingredients firewood etc. neatly arranged here and there in neat rows.

And when Yenika who was reading a book in front of the campfire saw Belle come and look surprised she exclaimed put her arms around her waist and made a majestic expression.

“I was surprised that it was kept cleaner than I expected. “You’ve become very skilled at camp maintenance.”

“It’s been a few months since I started living at camp but I can’t do anything like this!”

Then he shows his triumphant appearance by exclaiming “Ahem ahem” but honestly I can’t help but feel that he is special rather than cool.

It is said that every three years of Seodanggae Pungwol is recited. As Yenika also continued to live in the camp next to her Ed she had accumulated enough skills to handle basic management without difficulty.

The spirits would have mostly taken care of the laborious tasks but they couldn’t have been entrusted with tasks that were delicate or required skill.

“I heard Ed is coming back today. “I have to show you that I had a good time without any problems!”

okay. however... that... ”

According to Ed’s original schedule he was scheduled to finish the prayer meeting at Cleric’s Monastery today and return home at night.

The reason Jenica worked hard to make the camp even more tidy was because she wanted to see Ed’s surprise when he returned.

“Because something urgent happened within the monastery your schedule for returning to school was pushed back. “I also just received a call so I came to tell you.”

“... .Yes? “That urgent matter?”

“It seems you are caught up in something complicated. I think he will resolve it well and come back... “I’m worried.”

“I see... Ed... I’m worried. “You haven’t seemed to have much energy lately.”

Is that so? “I didn’t get that feeling.”

“I felt like I had a lot to think about since the last time I was swayed by a strange medicinal energy.”

Yenika closed the large spiritistic grimoire that was on her lap and placed it on the stump next to her. Suddenly the grimoire began floating in the air and the spirits that were guarding around Yenika appeared and began to organize the grimoire.

“I guess it was really hard... ?”

“Rather than that... I did say something that made me think a lot of unnecessary things. “Now that I think about it I think it was a mistake.”

“What useless words... ?”

just... “I just told you a little bit about my past because I have something I want to say to Master Ed.”

There was curiosity in Yenika’s eyes.

It’s a story that Ed was confused about after hearing it so I’m curious and I can’t help but be intrigued by the fact that it’s mixed with the past story of Jean Belle Maia the maid at Ofilis.

“What did you say... ?”

“It’s not a very pleasant story. and... There are some things I haven’t fully told you about. There is also some information about Master Ed’s personal history... It’s a bit too careless to share... ”

Anyway my mouth is straight.

At Ofilis Hall where everyone maintained a business-like attitude such mistakes were never made but when they came to camp their shoulders became more relaxed and they often made mistakes.

But what can you do? It’s already late.

Yenika’s curiosity was already piqued to the core.

Yenika who is poking out her mouth and making a clenched sound will not cause any harm other than clenching her cotton-like fists if left as is. Herbivores are herbivores only when they get angry.

Still it wasn’t very comfortable to leave her like that so Belle sighed and sat down across from Yenika.

“Master Ed was so pessimistic about life that he once tried to commit suicide.”

As Belle took a stance and tried to explain the situation Jenica’s face became as colored as a child’s.

However as soon as I heard the first sentence I immediately froze. As a person who has always shown a strong side I never even thought that he would ever attempt such an attempt.

However if you think about Ed’s past history he is a person born with a background in which it is not strange to be pessimistic about life at any time.

“I had no idea... ”

“Aren’t you working hard and working hard now? That’s a good thing. only... “I just brought this up because I didn’t want you to think of something like that again.”

“I see... “Then what is Belle’s past?”

Bell pondered for a moment about how far he should go but then showed a relieved face as if he was okay with it.

“Actually I didn’t tell Master Ed everything. In some ways I left out the most important part. “Even the same story has a completely different meaning depending on how you tell it.”

“... okay?

“... Would you like to hear it?”

*There was silence among the nuns.

The wooden coffin leading towards the central corridor is piled with wreaths praying for the soul of the deceased. Age 109. The old man who had boasted that he would live at least another 100 years ended his life without any warning.

The death of an elderly man who had devoted himself to the Telos Church for 80 years. It was even the death of the abbot in charge of the Cleric Monastery.

Even though the prayer meeting at the Cleric Monastery was an important annual event attended by distinguished guests it could not have preceded the death of Abbot Austin. She is respected by all church members and has always maintained her faith nobly.

He could have risen to the rank of saint and served as a high-ranking priest in the Holy City but he was at the forefront of the monastery and raised the nuns who each had their own circumstances as if they were his own daughters.

I have never worn a high-ranking monk’s robe with lots of fancy decorations. When working in the field there was no need to wear high-quality clothing because it would get dirty quickly.

The sleeves of my clothes were always rolled up so they were completely wrinkled. The only furniture in the room was a desk chair bed bookshelf and wardrobe and everything was shabby.

The only personal property was a few spare monastic robes and a brass bowl for Bible prayer. For someone who lived for over a century he was extremely frugal.

In this way the coffin containing the saint’s remains was slowly taken out of the corridor.

Both the nuns pulling the coffin and the nuns watching the scene had tears in their eyes.

*

“There are clear signs of murder.”

It was a report from Auxiliary Bishop Melinir.

Melinir a nun in charge of business with neat and gentle hair spoke briefly and boldly from the podium.

After lunch Saint Clarice summoned all the distinguished guests senior nuns and outside visitors to the chapel in the center of the monastery.

As I entered the magnificent chapel I saw all kinds of tables relics and prayer supplies prepared for the VIPs’ prayer meeting.

Originally a grand prayer meeting was scheduled to be held but all events were canceled.

This... “It is a top secret that must never be spread among the nuns.”

The podium of the chapel. Outsiders were sitting in places where high-ranking clergy would normally be seated to preside over prayer services.

The sudden death of the abbot created an atmosphere of confusion but the exact cause or circumstances were not announced.

In the first place the duty to take the lead in investigating and announcing such matters lay with the diocese who manages the coastal area including this monastery.

“Did you know that at the time of Abbot Austin’s death there was an uninvited outsider whose exact movements were unknown and whose exact movements were not even known to have entered the monastery?”

Persica called the name right away without hesitation.

“Lucy Mayril.”

Some people know the name and some do not.

He became famous as the head of the entire Sylvania Academy Magic Department and a rare genius wizard... Recently he was an archmage whose name spread even to the central part of the empire by defeating the evil god Mebula.

“Her existence was confirmed during the circumstantial investigation this morning. From what I heard she was walking around the monastery in a carriage as she pleased... Is she here now?”

The noisy crowd began to turn their attention to the surroundings. They seem unable to believe the story that the rare genius wizard Lucy Mayril is in this monastery.

Could it be that he is mixed in with this crowd? Such a conversation was going on.

– Hwiik.

Small body and sleepy eyes. In addition to the large witch hat the academy uniform did not fit the size.

A girl with a now familiar appearance stands up from a corner prayer pew. I stretched my soggy body and... She got off the prayer seat as if she was running and stood upright.

All eyes in the audience were focused on that.

Lucy walks out slowly. Stepping on the red carpet stretched over the podium in the center of the prayer pew... I look up at Persica with indifferent eyes.

“In reality you are the only outsider who could easily approach Abbot Austin and completely disappear.”

The voice of the Princess of Persica spread throughout the quiet chapel.

Lucy Mayril quietly looks up at her her expression showing no change at all.

He is being framed as a murder suspect.

However with an indifferent attitude as if he didn’t care about that fact... The audience even feels a sense of discomfort.

At that time it was Saint Clarisse who got up from her seat. She was the only human who could respond with authority to the Princess of Persica.

wait a minute! Lucy Mayril has no reason to harm Abbot Austin!”

“Wasn’t the story about motive concluded earlier? Holy woman. It is more difficult to find someone with a motive to harm Abbot Austin in the first place. In this case we need to narrow it down using the elimination method and identify the most likely person among the remaining suspects.”

I also felt a sense of discomfort.

I completely agree with the fact that Lucy Mayril had no reason to harm Abbot Austin.

However even if we give a hundred steps and say that Lucy attacked Abbot Austin... What is the reason for remaining in this position?

It’s obvious that if you stay still you’ll be accused of being a criminal so why bother sitting in this monastery?

“At least you should cooperate with the investigation. If you wanted to escaping this monastery would be no problem but you yourself know very well that such an act would only be admitting your crime.”

The guards guarding the podium would all be gone with one wave of Lucy’s arm.

But Lucy does not resist. He quietly placed his arms and accepted the restraints.

At this point I was deeply concerned about whether I should get up and defend Lucy.

As I said Lucy Mayril could have killed the abbot and run away if she wanted to. Even if no one else knows Clarisse and I who were together at the academy will know.

It is rumored that she is strong strong but Lucy Mayril’s strength is beyond the realm of imagination.

To be honest even the long sea route between the monastery and the coastline could be easily bypassed with high-level spatial magic. Even without making a single noise or light.

Because it requires an astronomical amount of magical energy it may be difficult for the average person to even imagine.

A closed monastery that can only be entered during low tide. A pile of eyewitness testimonies and VIPs whose movements were all checked. As it is a place where communal living is assumed it is an environment where it is difficult to recklessly plan a murder.

A human being free from all these background factors. An exceptional being who plays on the machinery behind the stage.

What is the reason for such a person to remain here and be framed as a suspect?

... If you actively express that fact you may be able to avoid this situation. He may not be able to rid himself of the blame of being a prime suspect but at least he will not be treated like a criminal and arrested.

Not only me but also Clarisse seemed to be puzzled by this fact and narrowed their eyebrows on the podium deep in thought. But the reason we didn’t mention that possibility... It’s clear.

Lucy’s expression is as peaceful as the calm waters of a lake... I sensed there was some intention.

Was there something that was not said or could not be said to me?

Lucy accepted the restraints with the most calm expression in the world and walked across the podium led by the soldier’s hand.

There was a look of disbelief in the ladies’ eyes as they looked at her. It was a great shock to learn that the rare genius magician of whom there were only rumors was a prime suspect in the murder.

He doesn’t even utter a word to defend himself. He just maintains a grumpy expression.

I sat among the VIP seats looked up at the podium and was lost in deep thought.

The rare genius wizard who represented Sylvania was arrested by the imperial guard on suspicion of sneaking into the monastery without permission and murdering Abbot Austin.

The next day new recruits will be handed over to the investigation team dispatched by the imperial family.

Although she was a girl who could not be controlled even if she was arrested in the first place becoming a criminal was a completely different story.

*- smart.

After the chapel meeting was dismissed the distinguished guests were ordered by Saint Clarice to return to their respective rooms.

As the situation was critical they were asked to make sure to check their movements and pay attention to their own safety until the investigation team arrived. In any case if there was a distinguished guest representing each family there would be one or two escorts.

I was just sitting quietly in my shabby private room organizing the situation in my head.

When it got so late at night... There was a sound of someone knocking on the door. At this point there won’t be any nuns visiting from outsiders... Puzzled I opened the door and saw a familiar face.

“Sorry for being late at night. Ed Rosstaylor Prince.”

The person standing in the dark hallway was a priest who had just reported on the circumstances of Abbot Austin’s death from the podium during the day.

Auxiliary Bishop Melinir. He was Abbot Austin’s closest associate during his lifetime and was actually in charge of managing the monastery’s affairs.

She had a complicated expression and looked nervous as if she had been knocking on my door with difficulty.

“What are you doing at this hour?”

“I came here because I have something I wanted to say to Prince Ed.”

Due to the situation there is no benefit to walking around late at night.

There was no way Melinir didn’t know that fact but it was clear that he wanted to come here while avoiding other people’s eyes.

“I will start with the conclusion. I believe that the culprit who killed Abbot Austin... “I know it’s not Lucy Mayril.”

“... ”

As I stared at Melinir she continued speaking with a hesitant expression on her face.

I am... I think I know who the real culprit is... For sure... One of those inside... but... but... . Is it okay to make this public? What impact will this have on the Church of Telos? I can’t make up my mind... ”

Suddenly I looked at Melinir’s forearms and noticed that they were trembling slightly.

“Speak calmly. “You can breathe slowly.”

“... .To Abbot Austin... There is a big secret that cannot be told to others. It is a secret so big that it may even be related to the existence or closure of this Cleric Monastery... Now who among the nuns knows the secret... “There is no one else..”

Melinir’s tremors went beyond her forearms and into her voice.

please... Before what happens to me... Could you please report my story to the saint... ?”

It was an unexpected situation.

I narrowed my brows and listened to Melinir’s continued story.