The Youngest Daughter Of The Great Wizard Of The Famous Swordsmanship [EN]: Chapter 117

“Then what can I do?”

“Is there anything I can do to help right now?”

Michael whispered softly. His voice sounded sweet, but at the same time, it had a subtle, unsettling edge, like a snake whispering to tempt humans.

* * *

“I hope you’ll use me as your loyal servant this time.”

With those words, Michael tapped the magic communication tool hanging around Pipi’s neck. As the light faded from the tool, he whispered to Pipi.

“Go to your master and tell her not to worry. I’ll take care of everything.”

[Pip!]

Pipi looked up at Michael with its tiny black eyes. It was as if it was saying, ‘How can I trust you?’

*How perceptive, for a familiar.*

Michael smiled, hiding his true feelings.

“Hurry up and tell your master, or I’ll make you Perito’s dinner.”

[Peep! Squeak!]

You barbarian!

Pipi flapped its wings in a frenzy. But when Perito flicked his tongue, it quickly flew out the window.

Michael stretched and got up from his seat.

“Shall we go find the little rat, Perito?”

As a wizard, the number of delegates who visited the Empire was over ten. Including the knights and other servants who assisted them, there were dozens.

It would take quite a while to check each one, but Michael had already roughly figured out who the helper was.

He strode out with his long legs. Perito followed closely behind him.

Michael headed to a guest room a little away from his own. He abruptly opened the door, and a brown-haired man who had been flirting with a maid inside was startled and clutched his chest.

“What is this—no knocking, Marquis Leuscher? And I locked the door, so how did you…”

Michael tilted his head, a sneer on his lips.

“Do you think it would be difficult for me to nullify the magic you cast?”

The brown-haired man, Baron Belzer, turned red.

“W-what did you say?”

Baron Belzer was a talented individual who graduated second in his class from the Ivelin Royal Academy’s magic department and was publicly known to have similar abilities to Michael.

So, Baron Belzer was dumbfounded by what Michael had just said. He didn’t realize that he looked like something less than vermin in Michael’s eyes.

“Get out. Unless you want to see blood.”

Michael nodded towards the maid, and she left the room as if fleeing, not even properly adjusting her clothes.

Baron Belzer, who had calmed down a bit, asked.

“So, what brings you here so rudely?”

“What brings me…”

Michael slowly walked towards the baron.

It was strange. Baron Belzer was clearly standing with his back to the window, and the sunlight was pouring down on Michael, but a dark shadow loomed ominously over the baron’s head.

Baron Belzer froze like a frog in front of a snake. Michael smiled, twisting his lips, and ordered Perito.

“Find the Searil flower.”

Perito slithered towards the closet in an S-shape. Baron Belzer asked with a stiff face.

“W-why are you looking for the Searil flower here?”

“Well, wouldn’t the baron know better than I?”

Soon, Perito crawled into a large suitcase and brought back a small glass bottle. Inside the glass bottle was a pale yellow liquid.

Opening the cork and smelling it, there was a very faint scent of Searil flower.

*If this were added to black tea, the search would change [the investigation would be altered].*

“How foolish.”

Michael chuckled, clutching the glass bottle tightly.

“Shouldn’t you get rid of anything that could be evidence in advance?”

Perhaps that was the original plan.

But when Ophelia unintentionally survived, he must have thought about handing over the extra Searil flower extract again.

That might be strangling his own neck [leading to his own downfall].

Baron Belzer shouted.

“I don’t know anything about this! This is slander! Isn’t the Marquis trying to secretly put that in my room and frame me?”

Michael chuckled.

“Me?”

“Otherwise, how could you have come straight to me?”

“How do you know if I only came here, or if I went somewhere else too?”

“That’s…”

Michael stared into Baron Belzer’s eyes and smiled. His eyes curved softly like a crescent moon.

“I don’t like to talk much. Go and confess right now. Even who you conspired with to do this.”

Baron Belzer’s eyes became hazy. He blankly repeated Michael’s words.

“Go and… confess…”

“Yes, if you understand, go quickly.”

As soon as Michael handed him the glass bottle, Baron Belzer trudged out of the room.

Watching his retreating figure, Michael muttered, looking at Perito, who was flicking his tongue beside him.

“Will Rose praise me for this much?”

Perhaps she would, Perito hissed in response.

Michael smiled contentedly and left the room.

* * *

Pipi, who had returned to the room, conveyed Michael’s message to wait without worry.

Rosette sighed as she watched Pipi peck at the biscuit crumbs.

“Pipi, do you really think Michael can find him?”

[Peep.]

Pipi, who was frantically eating biscuits, gathered its legs and trotted to Rosette’s hand. Then, it pecked Rosette’s hand with its beak, telling her not to worry.

Rosette stroked Pipi’s back and stared blankly out the window.

*I feel like I should do something.*

Michael had readily offered to help, but was it okay to entrust such an important matter to a third party?

Shouldn’t she step forward and find the real culprit now?

As she was thinking that, the door burst open without a knock, and Lucas rushed in.

“Kid!”

He shouted with a face that he himself couldn’t believe.

“I found the real culprit!”