Never Going Home Again! ~ Since I Was Persecuted, I Should Repay the Favor, or Else I'll Be Unr

At the end of his break in the greenhouse, he was to be led to the waiting area west of the Second Knights.

Apparently, the Second Knights are primarily responsible for guarding the facility inside the walls.

The western waiting area was just outside the Royal Institute.

That there are other waiting points in the east and center.

"As soon as you have something to say to those around you. We, the Second Knights, will respond."

"Yes, thank you"

I honestly nodded because they just told me to treat you like a dignitary.

After that, they gave me a lift to my room because it was lunch time.

"Dear Marx, thank you for showing me around"

When I thanked him so much, Master Marx showed him his white teeth and laughed and left.

After Marx had delivered Chelsea, he immediately returned to the western waiting area.

"Welcome back, Lieutenant. Oh? Did something good happen?

As soon as I opened the door to the deputy director's office, I heard that voice.

The Lord of Voices is Stacey, assistant vice president and Marx's fiancée.

"It could be a good thing, it could be a bad thing..."

"That's a lot for you."

Stacey laughs at Couscous and cleans up the paperwork on her desk.

If it were, it was the job Marx was supposed to do, but Stacey was doing paperwork instead because she took on Chelsea's facility guidance today.

Marx sat in his chair with the sound of dokah after he had wowled through the room.

"You talked about my aunt, my grandparents, my father and my uncles taking care of me before, didn't you?

"Yeah, when I asked you to say hello to your parents, they showed you a lot of portraits. A lot of things, from being about three years old, to being in a dress after adulthood."

"Actually, it seems that my aunt ran off and married the Baron Eucharis family, but she died quickly without a child"

"So?"

Marx checked the perimeter, knowing there was nobody in this room but Stacey.

And blurry and crushed.

"... Miss Chelsea looks just like my aunt"

"Miss Chelsea said she woke up to that new breed of skill? Speaking of which, you're the daughter of the Baron Eucharis family..."

"That's right. My aunt's portrait just doesn't have the same length of hair, and that distinctive pink gold hair and the Amethyst-colored eyes that characterize the Sargent Borderline House, her face and atmosphere are just the same."

"But you're talking about my aunt not having children..."

Stacey took her eyes off the paperwork and stared at Marx's face.

"And today, I met Miss Chelsea's twin sister. It didn't look alike at all. So I thought... Miss Chelsea is really my aunt's child."

Having heard Marx's words, Stacey had an open eye and a surprised look on her face.

But as it gradually subsided, he grinned.

"Looks like it's worth checking out."

"Can you ask?

"Who do you think I am?

"With [investigation] and [appraisal] skills, my dear Stacey"

Stacey smiled in a good mood as Marx answered that without getting her hair in between.

"Pfft. I'll take care of it. But before I do, after I get rid of this paperwork..."

"Yes, yes, I will obey the aide."

Thus Marx and Stacey began their investigation into Chelsea.