Thank you Crissy for the kofi~!
It was a rare behavior from him, who had never shown hostility to Valletta to this extent.
At his warning, Valletta shrugged her shoulders and pulled back.
“It was your fault for not leaving the house even though I told you to.”
“You made the fight too bloody.”
Valletta furrowed her brows at Carlon Delphine’s laugh and looked at him.
Seeing Carlon Delphine smile brightly, she let out a low sigh and turned her head back.
No matter what they say, it will only sound like child’s talk to this person.
“So tell me. It seems that the Emperor plans to take me to the Imperial Palace, so I will have to come up with a countermeasure.”
Reinhardt shrugged his shoulders and sighed as if he had lost.
“Why the hell are you taking the hard road? It’s easier if you just order me. Whatever it is, I’ll follow it.”
“Master is really stubborn.”
Reinhardt’s voice became even more blunt. He crossed his arms and leaned against the back of the chair.
He lifted his finger. Quilt and Ceylon shuddered and shook their heads.
“We will be right here.”
“You’re done. Take that with you and get out.”
Reinhardt’s finger turned to Carlon Delphine. It was an obvious command, but Quilt and Ceylon kept their mouths shut and did not move.
When Valletta glanced at them, the two of them were staring at her.
‘… Oh no.’
Valletta raised her hand and scratched her cheek as if in trouble. It was obvious that they were asking for help, but it seemed like Reinhardt didn’t want them to know anything.
“I said piss off before I break your limbs. Wait until I call you again.”
“Just let them listen.”
Reinhardt’s eyes widened and he burst into laughter as if he heard something unexpected.
Valletta looked at him a little absentmindedly at the sound of his refreshing laugh.
“Master is a little strange. Since when did you start looking after useless things’ mood?”
At Reinhardt’s words, Quilt and Ceylon expressions hardened.
“Why risk the possibility of others finding out with those who surely won’t be of any help anyway? It’s enough for you and me to work on this.”
Reinhardt’s roundly opened eyes gleamed at the three of them with a chilly light.
“Master has always been like thi as well. Why increase the hassle by telling it to people who aren’t going to be of help anyhow?”
She clearly used to be like this. Even up to this day, that kind of thinking hasn’t changed. Still, the two could somehow help Reinhardt.
‘Because it’s better to have three pairs of eyes than one.’
Reinhardt put his hand on his chest as if he were a knight taking an oath.
“I also agree with that. You and I could give roles to these useless things, but we don’t have to.”
“Could I be of any help?”
“Yes, I know why Master is asking me this.”
Looking at his affectionate gaze, Valletta slowly turned her eyes away. She let out a sigh.
“Aren’t you going to keep those two as my escorts? I think they should know about the situation.”
“As long as these b*st*rds listen to their Master’s words, they don’t need any kind of information.”
When Valletta stopped answering, Reinhardt clicked his tongue.
Even though they were being treated like that, the two of them standing there felt a bit terrific.
“Does Master have any plan to lose to me at least once?”
“I’m not the type who wagers.”
Reinhardt took a deep breath with a tired expression.
“… I get it. I lost.”
Reinhardt shrugged his shoulders and Valletta nodded her head comfortably.
Carlon Delphine just quietly watched their conversation. There were quite a few things that could be learned from these two’s conversation.
“That’s not my field anyway.”
“Tell me everything you know, starting with the rumors circulating.”
At Valletta’s words, he lightly nodded.
“Because the Magic Tower’s Master ominously annihilated an aristocratic family and the Magic Tower’s King caused a bloodbath, the curse of the God has returned.”
He licked his lips slowly. Looking at his crookedly arched lips, it was clear that he was quite upset. Valletta listened to Reinhardt and nodded her head.
“The current Magic Tower’s Master is going crazy and is slaughtering the villagers, unable to control his power.”
At Reinhardt’s words, Ceylon and Quilt turned pale. Both of them seemed to be angry as they clenched their fists.
“… That’s the rumors going around from the North, where the first massacre began.”
“So you went to each location each time you went out, didn’t you? Were there no traces?”
“Surprisingly, there wasn’t. Or maybe I just can’t feel it.”
Rinhardt propped his chin up as his eyes became exceedingly narrowed. With a dissatisfied expression on his face, he did not speak for a long time.
Valletta, who seemed to have fallen deep into thought, did not dare to open her mouth.
“Anyway, the fact that Master called me means that even Master has noticed something going on to some extent, right? Did you find a clue?”
“I could roughly understand it, but I don’t know for sure.”
Valletta shrugged her shoulders as she spoke, and he nodded.
Alchemy and Magic were similar but also different. Alchemy leaves a trace, but magic leaves no trace. However, alchemy was impossible to track down while magic was trackable.
To look for traces of magic and tracking it requires high-level magic. The problem is that the opponent is a very experienced person.
(T/N: It means that alchemy leaves traces but the person who used alchemy cannot be tracked down and it’s the opposite for magic.)
The two continued their conversation.
Carlon Delphine, who was listening, made a strange expression, and then smiled bitterly.
‘There’s also this lack of sympathy.’
Both of them were so smart that they didn’t need much explanation from each other. So they didn’t realize the basics of explaining to the other people and making them understand.
“Are you talking about the Lost? Or the murder case?”
As Carlon Delphine cleverly intervened in their lull conversation, Valletta lifted her head.
A little startled, her eyes widened, then she opened her mouth with a low sigh.
“Ah… We’re talking about Lost.”
“See, they won’t be of any help anyway. They can’t even keep up with the conversation.”
Ceylon took a step forward and spoke out. Reinhardt’s eyebrows rose slightly as he looked down at Ceylon’s hand on the table.
He crossed his arms and leaned against the backrest as if annoyed.
“We also want to properly know and help.”
“What help can you provide?”
“We can do anything. We are your hands, feet and tools.”
Quilt kneeled down on one knee. Ceylon followed, kneeling next to him and bowed his head.
Reinhardt swallowed a breath and clicked his tongue in annoyance.
“They won’t be of any-”
“We will absolutely show that we can help. Let us try first. Aren’t we your tools?”
Reinhardt looked at Valletta with a frown.
She, too, averted her gaze as if the situation was uncomfortable, and kept her mouth shut.
He snapped his finger after a while.
Both bodies were forced to stand up. It even felt like they could hear their muscles grinding.
Ceylon and Quilt, who had been forced to stand, had bewildered expressions as they turned their eyes.
“I’m telling you this to be clear, I won’t be responsible if you die.”
The two of them bowed their heads urgently.
“It’s my own problem anyway so I’ll take care of it. Don’t worry about it Master.”
“If you want to step into Lost, I have no choice but to get involved. It’s your fault for making me hear about it.”
Reinhardt took a deep breath and stood up.
He has never understood her even before. Valletta tries to find the thorny path and walk down it on her own.
“If you have finally found a stable place, why do you want to jump into this kind of work? It was also the same with the nurturing room, but…”
Reinhardt tilted his head.
“Master, just stay here. Then I’ll figure it out on my own and bring only the results.”
“If I only wanted to be protected by your arms, I wouldn’t have run out of the Sky Room in the first place.”
(PR/N: Preach girl.)
“True, but that…”
While Reinhardt was speaking, his expression stiffened.
“Master, come here!”
He ran towards Valletta, raising his voice uncharacteristically, and put her in his arms.
“What is this…”
“A magic circle?”
Ceylon and Quilt looked down at the floor in surprise and muttered.
A magic circle was glowing on the floor where their feet were resting.
It was a very large magic circle that enveloped the entire mansion.
Gwang! Gwaaang! Grrrrr.
At that exact moment, the magic circle emitted an enormous light, and a roar spread.
The huge mansion began to crack and collapse in an instant, as if all the beams had disappeared.
Reinhardt snapped his fingers. His eyes widely opened.
No magic circle appeared and there was no reaction.
He snapped his fingers again. He held back a laugh. He doesn’t know what it was, but he got hit in the back properly.
Strangely, no magic could be activated.