The Master of Language - T.M.L Chapter 39 (Part 2):

I lowered my head and looked down at my chest. And I placed my hand there.

“Yes. My own feelings when dealing with Sister Lisa… no, Princess Elisabeth are too comfortable. If there had been this level of intimacy, there’s no way I wouldn’t have remembered.”

“What are you trying to say, Ran?”

I was a bit disorganized.

I looked up at the Count and spoke clearly.

“It seems Princess Elisabeth is using magic to create a sense of intimacy. Even inserting fabricated memories. She’s probably layering multiple mental magics.”

The Count’s eyes narrowed more than halfway.

“If she can use such magic, she could quickly gain political power that even the King and Crown Prince couldn’t easily handle. It fits the circumstances, but do you have any other evidence?”

“She was after my ring.”

“Ring?”

I extended my left hand to show the Count.

“This ring has protective magic. More precisely, magic that protects the mind. Just now, Sister Lisa… Phew. Damn it.”

The name is still stubbornly sticking to my mouth.

I squeezed my eyes shut and tapped my forehead.

Count Furst poured water into a cup and brought it to me.

“Take your time. Calm down.”

I drank the water and said.

“Earlier, Princess Elisabeth tried to get me to take off this ring. I noticed it beforehand and made up an excuse, but if you think about it a little, it’s too obviously a lie. She’s probably quite wary of me by now.”

“……”

“If you tail her now, the Princess will be certain. That I’ve figured out she’s a mage.”

The Count thought for a moment and said.

“But we need to know what she’s doing outside to understand what she’s plotting.”

“I’ll look into that separately. I have a better method. More importantly, I have news for you. Could I have another glass of water…”

“Sure.”

The Count took the cup and filled it with water again before giving it to me.

I drank it to the bottom in one go and started speaking.

“I’ve made a connection with the Assassins’ Guild. They want to accept you as a member.”

The Count’s eyes widened at the sudden news.

“What? What do you mean? Assassins’ Guild?”

The Count’s expression was not only surprised but also mixed with anger and contempt.

I couldn’t explain everything in detail, so I spoke as concisely as possible.

“It’s the best way to investigate what happened 3 years ago. If you become an assassin member, you can get clues about who tried to assassinate the Countess 3 years ago.”

The Count’s face didn’t easily relax.

“Is this what you meant when you said you’d look into it?”

His reaction was more intense than I expected.

No, considering that his beloved wife had died because of it, he was actually exercising a lot of restraint by only reacting this much.

“I knew you’d think that way. But Count, who else could give answers about that if not the assassins themselves?”

The Count’s eyes trembled.

He made rough breathing sounds, then spoke quietly.

“Ran.”

“Yes, Count.”

“I understand what you’re trying to say. That the Assassins’ Guild is just a tool, and the guilt for killing my wife lies with the client. But…”

He didn’t continue his words.

But I could understand his feelings.

He understands with his mind but can’t accept it with his heart.

“Then, I’ll proceed with the investigation as planned, Count.”

“……”

“Please rest.”

I left the silent Count in the room and went outside.

I went straight to Fabre.

When I suggested we go out to the port of Sangria town together, he readily agreed.

Butler Clark strongly opposed, but with my promise to take responsibility, I just took him out without further ado.

As we got into the carriage, Fabre asked.

“So where are we going?”

“To find the person who killed your mother. Can you follow my lead?”

Fabre looked up at me and said.

“Okay. A tool is just a tool after all.”

That’s a meaningful statement.

“Did you happen to be listening to my conversation with the Count?”

“Yes.”

Come to think of it, he’s been quickly weeding out the assassins who infiltrated the mansion.

Could the entire mansion be Fabre’s domain?

No.

Thinking back to when I was invited to Fabre’s room before, his domain extends only to his room.

“How did you hear the conversation?”

Fabre raised his hand to show.

There were several beetles of various colors.

“These little ones told me.”

He didn’t say more and just played with the several beetles in his hand.

When we arrived in town, I entered the agreed-upon restaurant. The owner, recognizing me, naturally guided us to the second-floor veranda, where we sat and had tea.

About 30 minutes passed?

An ordinary-looking young man stood in front of us.

He quickly looked at me, then at Fabre, then back at me, then at Fabre again, and abruptly said.

“What is this?”

It’s the jester’s voice.

I shrugged my shoulders.

“I brought him along. Count Furst.”

The young man let out a hollow laugh.

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