Chapter 190: When the clock rings multiple times (1)

Chapter 190: When the clock rings multiple times (1)

However, Vice Captain Élisabeth was a pro.

By the time Ganael escorted Modeste Bacary to us, she had her solemn look as the Vice Captain of the Imperial Guard.

Christelle pretended as if she was suddenly having a serious discussion with Sir Johann.

“Oh, definitely. Gerrit, as expected, likes me more than he likes his Royal Highness.”

“It does seem that way. However, the pouch of gold coins his highness gave him as an allowance is by his head when he sleeps.”

“Ah. His highness is trying to buy his way to victory again.”

Christelle grumbled in a truly heartfelt tone. ‘Is this really an important conversation?’

“I greet our esteemed Royal Highness and Prince Jesse Venetiaan.”

The seer entered our detective agency and stiffly showed his respect.

His sulking face from yesterday was gone and he was back to his perfectly composed self.

His silver eyes underneath those large round glasses were glowing intelligently.

I greeted him back when I happened to gaze at the young man’s robe.

The luxurious material that I had removed the blood from with a washcloth was still stained and wrinkled.

‘I thought that he would have another robe. Is that his only one?

‘No, that’s not what is important right now.’

“You really came for some bread, Little Bacary. Do you like fougasse? It is fresh and still nice and warm.”

I smiled and asked him.

I hoped he would come when he needed someone to vent to, but I never expected it to be this quick.

He scowled as if he heard something weird.

“Wasn’t bread a form of code, your highness? I came to give you information regarding Victoire D’Andresy. I recall you mentioning that you would accept information related to her. I also heard that everybody here was chasing after that thief under an Imperial Decree.”

‘Uhh......’ I opened and closed my mouth without being able to say anything.

I had said that because it felt weird just telling him to come eat some bread. I didn’t expect the seer to come right away for that reason.Reaad the latest stories on novelbin(.)com

The young Countess, who had magnificently covered up her expression earlier, pulled her lips in and looked out the window.

Crown prince Cédric simply enjoyed his espresso in silence.

The one to speak was our main character.

“Of course, our Bakery Detective Agency is always open to clients and informants. We are full of anticipation for the story you will share with us, kind sir. Please take that empty seat right there.”

Christelle motioned with her chin before taking a pipe out of her pocket and putting it in her mouth.

This time, a strawberry flavored candy released pink-colored smoke.

Bacary moved without any objection. I was the only one questioning things.

‘A bakery is a bakery and a detective agency is a detective agency. What the hell is a Bakery Detective Agency?’

*

After that, I was a bit busy.

The red panda three musketeers used the moment the door was opened to charge in and hug me.

I placed a pomegranate in Demy’s mouth, stopped Perry from flipping the table over, and gently soothed Rhea, who seemed to want to take a nap. Bacary had an odd look on his face as he watched.

‘This is nothing. It is three times as chaotic when Jung Percy and Jung Tithé are around as well.’

“Our Agency is one with a caring culture in the office. Have you heard about how it takes a village to raise a child?”

Christelle brought up some nonsense before taking Rhea and hugging her.

The red panda flailed her short legs with her eyes half closed before falling asleep in Christelle’s arms.

I moved Perry over to the damn crown prince’s knee before finally managing to take a breath.

The punk’s eyebrow twitched as he ignored the divine beast crawling up his six-pack.

Bacary looked at us with a chaotic gaze.

“......I will get right to the point, your highness. Victoire has left the Imperial Capital and is heading south.”

He immediately shared. I asked back in shock.

“She left? How do you know that?”

“I was passing through Claire Plaza in a carriage last night when I saw a figure standing next to the late Emperor Romero’s statue. You personally chased her, so I am inclined to believe that she is Victoire.”

“Yes, that is what we believe.”

I answered. Bacary’s tone became sharp.

“It was only for an instant, but I saw her future. She put an old robe around her to fully cover herself at dawn and got on a cargo carriage to leave the Imperial Capital. I couldn’t confirm her face but the revelation itself is certain.”

Christelle puffed on the pipe.

“This is quite the information if it is true.”

“Of course it is true. I am a Grade 8 mage and the Captain of the Fleur-de-lis, the group who answers all of her Majesty’s important questions.”

The young man stood up straight after saying that.

His eyes were firm as he was certain about his prophecy. This was an unexpected demeanor.

“......”

The crown prince became scarily silent.

I cautiously observed his face but could not read anything.

He would hide like a hermit crab if I asked about it, so I decided to do some deductions on my own.

“Mm.”

Personally, the thing that weighed on me the most was the Empress’s attitude toward all of this.

Why had she not shared everything she knew with us?

Was it to test us? But why?

Was it really because she thought it was terrible for us to waste our days in the Imperial Palace?

Or maybe it had to be us? Because I was the one who was almost abducted?’

The Empress would not answer my questions even if I barged into the Empress Palace and asked.

It could have just been our Monarch being capricious, but for some reason, that kept weighing on me.

Just why......

Suddenly, the magazine Ganael left for me caught my attention.

< Biweekly Riester > December 1 Edition.

It was the new one I had not had a chance to read yet because things were so hectic. I inadvertently turned the page.

The issue with the notice during the parade on the last day of the Harvest Festival was not there.

It was possible that the Imperial family pressured them not to, but it was probably not easy to add an article the day before release.

– Flap, flap......

“Ah, there’s a story about your territory as well, your highness.”

Christelle walked over and pointed at a spot.

We put our heads together to read Lady Sarah Belliard’s article.

「Prince Jesse, the Marquis de Sérénité’s territory, greeted this writer with a completely different scenery from one year ago. Would you believe me if I said that everything above ground had been reborn? Everywhere you can see, and of course, even the locations with little to no traffic, are full of vibrant paintings both large and small. The residents plucked wildflowers to decorate the fences and the blacksmiths pounding away at the harvesting tools seemed as happy as sculptors that have found their muse. The colored leaves of fall are saying their goodbyes but the trail of tourists coming in their carriages show no end.

However, this is not all. The person his highness personally pardoned and hired as the territory’s painter for life, Joanne de Haas (our readers may know her better has Haade. O. Jansen)’s new work, ‘The Portrait of the Moon’ is set to be revealed at the beginning of December. The genius artist’s new piece is oil on canvas and will be placed at the entrance of the temple in the Sérénité March......」

Jolt! A possibility strongly struck my mind.

“Eek.”

I quickly raised my head. Christelle’s blue-gray eyes were opened wide.

“Your highness, didn’t Miss Haas say that she was going to draw you?”

“That’s right. Ganael has the rough sketch. It came with the letter from Chantal......”

She said that Joanne has drawn my face and will place it in the small temple at the entrance of the territory.

‘I’m going to come to steal the moon of the Holy Kingdom.

– Madame Victoire.’

< The Portrait of the Moon >

I took a deep breath. The crown prince immediately stood up.

“It’s not Andresy. Vice Captain Élisabeth, please prepare some guards to go with us to the Sérénité March. Please call Benjamin and David as well!”

“Yes, your highness!”

She instantly rushed out of our agency.

Sir Johann handed me the tarot card at that moment.

The way he hid his tongue made me think that he tasted the blood. ‘My goodness.’

“The blood is not old, your highness. I think it must have gotten on there the day she left the card.”

His eyes then curled up gently. I looked stunned as I received the card.

Percy trotted over afterward and then fluttered over to sit on the tarot card explanation.

He tilted his head before stabbing at a word with his beak.

The four pairs of eyes naturally headed toward the word.

Another meaning of The Sun Reversed...

‘Sadness.’

The breathing mocha bread’s hint was intense.

A Count’s house that throws away their children, a deceased grandmother, the granddaughter’s disappearance, the Portrait of the Moon, blood stain, sadness.

The puzzle was quickly being solved in my mind.

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Translator’s Comments

*Insert Inside Out’s Sadness here*