Chiyara muttered to herself. The Roman seemed to have regained her composure. She turned around and asked, "What are you talking about, Chiyara? I know that woman. She's a bad woman."
"That's for you and that fellow." Chiyara chuckled. "Although I can't rule out the possibility that the Prime Minister and his daughter don't get along, the possibility of that is very small. You can see that from the woman's arrogance and stubbornness. A daughter who isn't loved by her father wouldn't be able to do that, hmph!" Chiyara snorted softly, obviously not having a good impression of the Prime Minister's daughter. However, the Roman did not ask her where she had seen the Prime Minister's daughter. Chiyara quickly skipped the topic and stared at Boris Anvil. "In my opinion, it's more likely that this fellow is a traitor."
Chiyara stared at the pitiful Boris like a cat teasing its prey. Her beautiful sapphire-like eyes were filled with danger. "In other words, Prime Minister Nidevan might not be the traitor, but this traitor is at least not far from the upper echelons of the Empire."
Burly Fire Anvil trembled. He had thought that the other party was just a capricious noble lady who was throwing a tantrum. As long as she vented her anger on him, she would let him go. As for the matter of the Prime Minister's daughter, he didn't dare to say a single word. He thought that he could get away with it, but he didn't expect that he was only half right. This noble lady didn't like to reason with her defeated opponent, but she had a shrewdness that exceeded her age. He didn't say a single word, but the other party had already guessed most of it.
Boris Anvil began to feel that he had chosen to do the wrong thing at the wrong time. He looked at Chiyara as if he was looking at the legendary demons in hell who could see through people's hearts.
"Why do you say that, Chiyara?" The Roman asked.
"Isn't it simple? Why would the Jorgendy Gang want the Prime Minister's daughter? If their target was the Prime Minister, they would not have done anything to Delfien. Prime Minister Nidevan might not be as good as his father, but he would not betray the Empire for a daughter. On the contrary, doing so would only anger him." Chiyara answered with disdain. It was as if these schemes were written in an open book to her. There were no secrets to be found. "So even though they knew that this would anger the Prime Minister, they still did it. Who would have such an idea? this person must be Nidevan's enemy. Maybe it's just revenge, or maybe it's to make the Prime Minister do something wrong."
"But no matter which it is, most people would not make enemies with the Prime Minister. Even if they did, they would not have the ability to retaliate. Those who could do this would at least have the same status and identity as the Prime Minister."
"Because only a conflict of interest will lead to hatred. A mediocre lower-class noble or a small workshop owner who works hard to make a living would never have anything to do with the Prime Minister of the Empire. Is that what you mean?" The Roman answered with his unique businessman's logic.
"That's a good analogy. In fact, there are only a few people like that in the Empire. There are only a few dukes, the commanders of a few large legions, the leaders of local nobles, or the higher-ups of the Holy Cathedral of Fire." Chiara nodded.
The little elf was confused. She looked at the Demon Slayer Spear in the mouth of the ogre, thought for a moment, and pulled it out in disgust. Then, she rubbed the spear on the nearby grass, trying to clean up the dirty blood.
Chiyara raised her eyebrows as if she had found a new point of suspicion. "There's something more interesting. This guy is with the goblins, and he's related to Jorgendy Ridge." She poked the dwarf's big nose again with her magic wand. "It's more likely that the person who is related to Jorgendy Ridge isn't him, but the big shot behind him. That's interesting. Someone in the Empire's high-ranking officials has betrayed the Empire. No wonder Jorgendy Ridge's invasion was so timely, and the situation on the surface was so clear."
"Stop talking, you demon!" Boris's face turned ashen.
"How dare you tell me to shut up? It seems that you still don't understand your situation," Chiyara said fiercely. But when she saw the dwarf's pleading expression, she changed her mind. "Alright, since you're so pitiful, I won't say anything. But in exchange, you have to tell me what you plan to do to that woman, Delfien. She has a grudge against that guy, but she appeared at this place at this time. You're not going to tell me that it's a coincidence, are you? "
"It's Count Delfien," the dwarf said, trembling. "His son, Elman, died because of that Erouine, but he believes that Miss Delfien was the one who instigated his son to avenge Vahina. That's why she should be responsible for it. He deliberately lent the Demon Slayer Spear to Miss Delfien in the hope that she would perish together with that Erouine."
"What's the Demon Slayer Spear?" Roman asked.
"It's a weapon that's been passed down in the family for generations. I heard that it's almost as powerful as a sub-divine artifact."
"Ah, then will Brando be fine?" The merchant girl was shocked.
"Don't worry. That guy is so lucky that even a demon can't kill him. A mere Demon Slayer Spear won't be able to do anything to him," Chiyara said disdainfully. She stepped on the dwarf with the tip of her foot. "Count Floyd hopes that the prime minister's daughter will perish together with that guy. What, does the Demon Slayer Spear have the ability to self-destruct? I don't read much, so don't lie to me."
Boris shuddered. "Miss Delfien wanted to wait for that Erouine to arrive at the imperial capital before making her move. My mission was to persuade her to come here and find a chance to expose her to the people of Jorgendy Ridge."
"How did you persuade her? Tell her that the guy won't go to the imperial capital because he's leading the Subterrane Dwellers to cause trouble for the empire. He'll fight his way to Rushta, and even if he can't, he'll retreat to Erouine. Tell her that the people of Erouine and Jorgendy Ridge have formed an alliance with Toquinin, right? Let me think, that guy has a team of Subterrane Dwellers as his bodyguards. This way, this scam doesn't make sense. "
Chiyara analyzed word by word while tapping her wand. Boris seemed to have heard something unbelievable. He couldn't help but open his mouth wide. Chiyara's analysis was exactly the same as their original plan.
"But there's still a question. How did Count Floyd know that the people of Jorgendy Ridge would appear here?"
"Because he's a traitor?" The elf interrupted in a daze.
Poor Boris seemed to have just thought of this question. He looked at Chiyara with pleading eyes, hoping that she would be just a little bit stupid or just confused for a moment.
Unfortunately, Chiyara disappointed his hopes. She shook her head confidently. "If Count Floyd is a traitor, why would he offend the chancellor over such a small matter? Wouldn't that be exposing himself? This guy's mouth isn't honest. The way I see it, Count Floyd is most likely kept in the dark. He's just being used."
She looked at Boris mockingly. "I didn't know that you were a multi-faced spy. This person wants to deal with the chancellor of the empire and has Count Freud take the blame for him. He seems to be a big shot. Can you tell your employer who he is? "
The dwarf trembled in fear, but he didn't dare to say a word.
"You must think that if you don't say a word, a soft-hearted little girl like me won't dare to do anything to you, right?" Chiyara became angry. "Fine, I won't kill you. But now that I know so much, I can announce to the public that you told me. You see, you can't tell your master that I guessed all of this out of thin air, right?"
"You can't do that! I didn't tell you anything! You can't lie, you demon!" Poor Boris yelled.
"What a soft-hearted little girl …" Siunie whispered to the elf.
Both of them shuddered.
"You can't stop me from saying this, just like I can't force you to speak," Chiyara said to the dwarf. "But if you tell me the cause and effect, I can let you go. No one in this war knows that you're still alive, right?"
The dwarf breathed heavily, but he still didn't dare to speak.
"Hmph, it seems that the person behind the scenes has made you very afraid. You are so afraid that even if you hide your identity, he will still be able to find you. This person must have unimaginable power. In this way, although you did not say anything, the number of people we suspect has decreased further. There are only two or three people." Chiyara saw the dwarf's expression for a moment, and it was as if she could read the message in his eyes.
"Just kill me, you devil," Boris Fire Anvil shouted weakly. "You might as well kill me."
"I won't kill you. I'm a virtuous lady. But sometimes, I wish I wasn't an elegant noble lady. That way, I could cast some spells on you. There are very few secrets that people can keep."
Roman suddenly thought of something and said, "Chiyara, I think I know that kind of spell too."
Chiyara was slightly stunned. She only said that to scare the poor old dwarf, but she didn't expect that someone around her would use such a spell. Seeing into the future was the domain of astrology, and prying into people's hearts was the domain of black magic. Chiyara looked at Roman in surprise, but she more or less had some guesses about his identity. She asked the merchant lady curiously, "Do you want to try? I've never seen such a spell before."
"I'm not sure either," Roman replied excitedly. "Because this is a dangerous spell, and there are unknown dangers to both the caster and the target. That's why I haven't tried it either. Perhaps the effect is limited, or it could turn someone into a drooling idiot. Why don't we give it a try?"
"I beg of you, respectable human ladies. Even if it's for the sake of your own health, since this is a dangerous spell, I think it's best if we avoid it from happening!" At the thought of turning into a drooling idiot, Boris Anvil couldn't help but wail.
"That won't do," Chiyara shook her head in dissatisfaction. "The pursuit of truth is not to be afraid of hardships. How can we shrink back in the face of a little danger?"
Roman nodded vigorously. He felt that the little girl had spoken his mind. Compared to danger, curiosity and fun were more important.
"Prepare to cast the spell, Miss Roman," Chiyara looked at the dwarf and said solemnly, "Knowledge and truth will remember your contribution, Mister Dwarf. Before that, may I have the honor of knowing your name?"
Poor Boris Anvil finally broke down. He couldn't help but cry like a child. "Damn it, don't turn me into an idiot. I'll tell you whatever you want to know."
"That won't do!" Roman said anxiously, as if she was afraid of losing the chance to cast the spell. But this time, Chiyara stopped the merchant girl. The dwarf was almost scared to death. Chiyara pointed her magic wand at the tip of his nose and said, "You're so useless. You're already an adult and you're still crying. Tell me, who's the person behind you?"
The dwarf replied with tears and snot, "Damn it, sob sob sob, I really don't know who that is. But I know the person who contacted me. He's called Freeman, a member of the Royal Archaeological Society."
"Who's that?" Roman asked.
"Freeman Lillis. My brother told me about him before. He's the vice-chairman of the Royal Archaeological Society of Cruz. He's from the Lillis family. Have you heard of this family? They're part of the Cecil faction."
Roman sat on a moss-covered rock with her knees together. Her round boots stepped on a piece of rotten wood. She rested her elbows on her thighs and supported her chin. She looked at Chiyara with her bright eyes, implying that she didn't understand anything.
But Chiyara was still interested. "The Cecil family is the noble family closest to the Holy Cathedral of Fire. Since he's from this faction, it means that he's related to the Holy Cathedral of Fire. But the Holy Cathedral of Fire would never collude with Jorgendy Ridge. The other party's choice of contact is very interesting. This person is probably a pawn that they've deliberately chosen to stir up trouble."
"So you're saying that we can't know who's behind this?" Sunil asked while lying on the head of the elf. The latter was already confused and squatted on the ground to count the ants. Fortunately, there were many colorful insects in the forest for her to identify.
"Has he schemed against you?" Chiyara looked at Miss Drake curiously.
"… Not really. But according to you humans, when we're in the middle of such a huge conspiracy, don't you think it's more immersive for me to say this?" Sunil spread out her claws and replied.
"That's true. This is indeed a fun game." Chiyara's eyes lit up. "But Miss Sunil, you're wrong about one thing. Although the clues are broken here, in other words, there's still other information. The person who designed all of this is even willing to implicate the Holy Cathedral of Fire. This means at least two things. Either he's not afraid of the Holy Cathedral of Fire, or he's a fearless fool. But if a fool can do this, I can only admit that I'm a fool. So there's only one possibility. "
"Maybe you're wrong. That person could be a high-level spy that the Holy Cathedral of Earth has placed in the Holy Cathedral of Fire." Sunil rested her chin on her claws and asked deliberately. She seemed to have fallen in love with this mystery game.
"First, I can't be wrong. Second, why do I say that I can't be wrong? Because if that person is a spy from the Holy Cathedral of Fire, any spy will always have something suspicious about him. The only difference is how much and how little. The only way for such a person to not be discovered is not to make himself unsuspicious, but to reduce the attention of others as much as possible. So what he should do is to not let anyone suspect him. But now, he's doing this. So when we think it's him, the answer may be the opposite of ours."
After hearing this, Miss Drake was convinced by a human for the first time. What surprised her was that this human looked like a little girl of about ten years old. Even her voice was still childish.
Chiyara poked the dejected dwarf with her magic wand. "Since these goblins can recognize you, you must have a contact among the Jorgendy Ridge people."
"It's Miss Shagos." Boris Anvil replied weakly.
"Who's that?"
"An underground lizardman. I only know her name, but she should know of my existence."
"That means she knows about your mission, or at least knows that you're here for some reason?"
The dwarf's face changed. "What, what do you want?"
"Nothing. You can rest first." Chiyara smiled proudly. She turned around and raised her hand to give Roman a high five.
"Don't you need to cast that spell?" Roman asked curiously as he hugged his bag.
"Not for now." Chiyara shook her head. "But do you really know how to cast that spell?"
"I know a little, but the so-called Mind Reading Spell can only tell a person's current emotions. For example, whether you are angry or happy, this spell can reveal your true emotions and let the caster feel it." Roman thought for a moment and answered seriously in a low voice.
"This is in the category of black magic. Can this spell really turn people into idiots?" Chiyara asked.
Roman glanced at the dwarf. "No spell can turn an idiot back into an idiot, Chiyara."
Chiyara agreed. "I think so too."
… …
(PS: I want to warn those who spread rumors about me in the book review section that I don't even know how to count. Let me tell you, after 2, it's 4. There's no such thing as 3 in this world. 3 is just your imagination. It's a conspiracy! Hmph!)
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