With a soft sigh, Waver turned his gaze out the window again, looking at the overcast sky and the heavy rain that was pouring down.

　"It looks like your famous detective is about to make another appearance?"

　Otherwise, what do you think I'm doing here?

　Taking your disciples out for an outing?

　Forcibly suppressing the urge to swear and suppressing his twitching eyelids, Waver slowly pointed his finger at the distant sky.

　"Look outside."

　"It's dangerous even to drive in a storm this severe, and there's thunder..."

　Almost at the moment Weber finished speaking, purple lightning accompanied by rolling thunder came into everyone's sight.

　"Have you all forgotten the cause of Lord Trevor's death?"

　"At least until this storm subsides, most of us will be trapped here. In that case, why not just take advantage of this storm to slow down the process and start investigating? We might find some unexpected gains."

　"I see. You put work first. No wonder you had those rumors. Now it seems they're true..."

　"call--"

　Forcing himself to suppress the corners of his mouth, Weber exhaled deeply.

　"Ms. Huaye, you are too kind... but I have a request."

　"While waiting for the storm to subside, please allow me to investigate this workshop."

　It looked as if Waver Velvet owed Kanono Hishiri a favor.

　"The Modern Magic Department wants to interfere in the affairs of the Spiritual Summoning Department?! What a joke!"

　"Whatever you think, my distinguished guest seems to be quite hostile to you. If you want to make things worse, Ms. Valette Codrington..."

　"Then give it a try."

　-

　Epilogue: Incident Book Part 5

　"Although I am not such a person and do not want to do such a thing, there is one thing I must remind you of, Miss Valletta Codrington."

　Weber walked forward slowly, step by step.

　In terms of fighting ability and reaction speed, he is undoubtedly the weakest one here.

　But being weak does not mean being weak in momentum.

　Regardless, he, Weber Velvet, was the lord of El-Melloi and one of the people on the top floor of the Clock Tower.

　Whether it was to protect the honor of his mentor, Kenneth's family, or to fulfill his identity as a vassal of King Iskandar of Conquerors.

　He has to do this and must do it.

　"I am Webber Velvet, the Lord of the Modern Magic Department. I am giving you a final warning, Miss Valletta Codrington of our family. You have the right to remain silent. For your own safety, I suggest you shut up immediately and refrain from any psychological tricks or maneuvers."

　"Please do not obstruct my normal work on the commission issued by the Welsh First-Class Lecturer, and please do not make any words or actions that may annoy my guests."

　"If you hinder my work, if you offend my distinguished guest, in a nutshell. If you violate all the rules I just set, I can promise you that even if you die right here in front of Miss Huaye, the Spiritual Exorcism Department and the Legal Affairs Department will not react in any way. Because they dare not react in any way, understand?"

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　This isn't just a warning from the Lord; it's a warning from the Clock Tower, the Magic Association, and the entire magic world. There's no need for an answer. Because I don't need your answer. Your agreement or disapproval has no bearing on me. If you insist on continuing this way, I promise you..."

　"I swear in the name of the Lord of the Modern Magic Department. After the day after the incident, there will be no more traces of Valletta Codrington in the Codrington household or in the Necromancer Department, because she never existed."

　"Understand your own status before you speak. If you are already getting carried away just because of your family's status—"

　Weber's voice was calm and composed, without a trace of anger in it. To Valletta, it felt as if she was falling into an icy cave.

　"There are many people in the Codrington family who are suitable for your position."

　After saying that, Weber pulled at his collar, straightened his slightly messy long hair, and then retreated back to the crowd.

　"Oh my, I'm so sad. My dear brother hasn't even lost his temper for me yet. I'm so sad—"

　Listening to Lanise's tearful words, Weber's mouth twitched slightly, but he didn't react in any other way.

　"Is this trick no longer working? It seems it's not working. Let's think of a new method later."

　Looking at the unresponsive Weber, the tearful expression on Lanis's face disappeared immediately, as if it had changed, and was replaced by the same devilish smile as before.

　"It's truly unfortunate that you've encountered my dear brother in his most furious moments. But as Ms. Valletta Codrington just said, we're here on a commission from the Spiritual Exorcism Department. All investigation results will be shared with the Legal Affairs Department and the Codrington family. That should satisfy both parties, right?"

　First, take a step forward and give a slap, then take a step back and wait for the other person's reaction. If the other person retreats, then everything will be normal. If the other person stays where they are or moves forward, then what happens next is not as simple as a slap.

　She, Hanano Hishiri, is not so stupid as to be a scapegoat.

　Since the actors have been given the opportunity to leave, it would be somewhat disrespectful for them to stay on the stage and refuse to leave.

　"Of course, Miss Lanis, that's certainly possible. After all, the thunderstorm outside won't stop anytime soon, and we can't carry out the transfer. Of course, that's possible."

　Although it is the end, there is a difference between the end and the end.

　Is it necessary to explain clearly which one you should choose: a dignified exit or a crashing fall from the stage?

　Although Wales is still a suspect, putting him under house arrest is the same as imprisonment.

　After all, everyone knew the power of lightning. If he escaped unscathed, or injured the pursuers, then he could be identified. If he didn't escape, he could be monitored and reacted to immediately if anything went wrong.

　We cannot make any judgment on anything that has not been confirmed.

　What you see with your own eyes is not necessarily true...

　Thunder and lightning roared, and purple light illuminated the girl's face. The red dragon pupils emitted a faint light in the dark hall.

　-

　The retro chandelier emits a soft light that completely illuminates the huge study. As you enter from the main entrance, the first thing you see is a huge desk with five plates hanging on the wall behind it like decorations.

　Following closely behind, as if it was standard equipment in all magician families, were huge bookshelves that filled the entire room, ladders for climbing to easily reach books on high places, and densely packed magic books that almost completely filled the entire bookshelf.

　"This is my father's study. You two are welcome to explore it at will."

　"Thank you."

　After Waver whispered his thanks, the girl looked at him, then nodded and walked into the study.

　"What is your relationship with that Miss Valletta?"

　Then he pulled out a magic book from the bookshelf. As if casually bringing up the topic, Weber asked Wales while flipping through the book in his hand.

　The girl looked around the room she was in. Then her gaze fixed on the back of the desk, to the left of the chair, where there was a tiny trace of magic power.

　"We grew up together in Codrington, and a lot of things happened during that time, which led to her hating me now."

　While listening to the conversation of several people, the girl lifted her skirt and slowly squatted down, looking at the little bit of magic power left in front of her very carefully.

　"Did you refuse to marry her?"

　Closing the magic book in his hand, Weber slowly turned around and looked at Wales.

　"You guessed it right. You are indeed a famous detective."

　Listening to Wales's affirmative answer, Webber only felt his trident

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　It hurts more.

　What a famous detective...

　So shameful...

　"After all, if you are convicted by the Law and Politics Department, she will be able to legitimately inherit this workshop."

　"yes..."

　"The intention is really obvious, very much like that woman's style."

　Stuffing the magic book in his hand back onto the bookshelf, Waver sighed helplessly.

　"Then what is your relationship with Miss Huaye?"

　"Something happened in the past. He's the type of person I don't get along with in the Clock Tower..."

　With a bitter smile that didn't look very pleasant, Waver looked at the girl who had remained silent since she came in.

　"Did you find anything?"

　"I found something very important. Now I understand why he asked me to follow you."

　"Tell me?"

　Weber extended his hand to the girl, signaling her to continue.

　"There's an incredibly tiny amount of residual magic in this room. Normal detection magic would simply treat it as residual magic produced by the normal operation of the workshop, but that's not actually the case."

　"Actually?"

　"That's the magical aura of some mythical creatures, left behind after they lingered here for a while. And this aura..."

　As the girl spoke, her gaze slowly shifted to Wales.

　"He has it on him too."

　"what?"

　Weber turned his head and looked at Wales in disbelief.

　"You are indeed worthy of the title of distinguished guest, Lord..."

　After saying a few words to express his respect, Wales closed his eyes and then slowly opened them again.

　Brilliant light covered his pupils, a light that only the devil's eye could emit.

　"She is coming."

　As he spoke, Wales took out a bottle of potion from his arms and sprayed it on Weber's face.

　"Another reason I called you here..."

　Long orange-red hair, beauty that no human could match, a light green dress, and transparent wings hanging down from her back.

　Her fair skin, delicate collarbone, and entire body proportions seem to have been cast from a mold and then carefully carved, full of charm.

　"Is this... a goblin?"

　"Yes, it seems to be a fairy that has taken root in this land..."

　Facing the girl, the fairy stretched out her white arms and lifted the hems of her skirt on both sides, while stepping one foot back and bowing slightly.

　"Please forgive my rudeness, Your Highness. Please, be careful..."

　After saying these confusing and irrelevant words, the fairy disappeared as suddenly as she appeared.

　"Disappeared?"

　"Your Highness..."

　Wales murmured the fairy's words, and it was obvious that among the three people present, or now it should be defined as two people and a girl of uncertain classification, it was very clear who the so-called "Princess" was.

　"In a sense, you're right. She's not human. It's enough to know that she generally doesn't harbor any malicious intent."

　As if he could see what Wales was thinking, Weber spoke softly and patted Wales on the shoulder.

　"I know. What I'm trying to say is that she started to appear after this workshop was completed..."

　"That day was also a stormy night like today."

　"Can you see goblins... goblin eyes?"

　"Yes, it's not some powerful mystical eye. I was born with it. And every time she comes to warn me, someone dies."

　"You want to know what she's warning you about, don't you?"

　The girl narrowed her eyes slightly.

　Although the principle behind this is still unclear, and similar principles have not been collated, there is no doubt that normal fairies would not behave in such a way.

　"That was an artificially created demon. Although the principle is unclear, the so-called thunderbolt killing was not an accident, but a carefully planned one. On the day of the killing, almost all dates are when the stars and moon are in positions that can enhance the power of the earth and the underworld. The thunderbolt itself must be something else."

　"Artificial... induced labor?"

　"If you want to control some uncontrollable forces, instead of risking your life to pick a fruit that looks beautiful but is actually full of murderous intent, it would be better to cultivate a fruit tree from a seedling yourself. This is not only safer, but also guarantees absolute rule, right?"