Genius Scammers Want to Live in Rack Even When Reborn Heroes)

Albert leaked a sneak laugh as he sidewatched previous exchanges.

Pour the wine from the bottle and stir the glass.

"Lies, Hatters, Bluffs - What's Next"

"It's an honor to keep it as a compliment, I can't believe it. Murder, accident camouflage, and execution for innocence, and you're pretty good, too."

"Come on, if that's what you're saying, why don't you give me proof? But if you really do have it,"

I raise my hands to Albert, who pokes at the table with a spare smile, just surrendering.

"... there is certainly no evidence. I guess I left all the execution to my men, who also regularly disposed of and replaced them. You did a great job."

"Naturally. Well, even if there was evidence, it doesn't mean you can convict me."

"No, I can."

Albert frowns.

"Easy, if you don't have proof, you just have to make it. All you have to do is let Swen throw up the body's location and leave your trail on that body."

"... you want me to give you proof?

"Yes, as you used to rub Alec Nolent's“ patchworker "sin."

Pathan, Albert drops his gaze on the sound of

An old notebook on the table.

Celia, who rose from the couch, looked down with deep red eyes.

"It's a notebook left by Alec Nolent. Doesn't that look familiar?

"There's no way there is. You think something like this is evidence?

"Well, seven years ago, you looked around for evidence."

"Huh!?

The moment I hear that, Albert grabs it in his notebook with a ghostly shape.

The notebook quickly became ash and collapsed, wondering if it shed its magic on the ring shaped red magic instrument.

with a laugh like the victory Albert floated.

"If you were the usual calm and discreet, you wouldn't have imitated eating away at the bait unleashed in front of you. You were caught off guard with my“ no proof, "right?

"... Hmm. Whatever. The evidence just burned out."

"That's a dummy to see how you react. The real thing is still right here."

Peek the notebook through the gap in the robe.

He turned to me so that Albert's gaze could attract him.

Pupil spatter, eyebrow root leaning over, force in the eye area. I even know the warning signs of the attack.

"Guh!

"There's no way Risha would miss it"

A baton-shaped magic conductor waved down on his right hand, which poked his hand at the table and stretched himself out.

Even if it's not through magic, the magic gear that weighs there is like a blunt instrument.

Your bones won't be broken, but your right hand won't be in use for a while.

"Well, sit down, Albert. I'll give you one chance."

"Oh, chance...... you say?

Even his right arm, Albert sits back, distorting his face into pain.

"Reclaim his honor by publicly admitting to putting the" patchworker ”sin on Alec Nolent. And if you sincerely apologize to Celia, you won't pursue any more sins. Discard this notebook and let Lucru and Yuri lay down the truth."

"... what assurance is there that the promise will be kept?

Stand up and wave your feet down on the table.

"Come on, think about it. Are you in a position to say that kind of luxury right now? If you don't like it, just publish it all and ask Celia to apologize. Of course, on the truncated platform where his father was killed."

- No, you don't have to.

Accidental opening of the reception room door.

Swen was the only one staring at me as everyone glanced at you.

"Liesha, get up!

shelter Celia as she screams and distance herself from Swen.

"Hih!

It was Yuri who screamed.

For a moment when Swen's hands seemed to blur, he was thrust by a ruckus that reacted aggressively.

When Yuri is greeted, he returns his gaze to Risha and the others.

"Well reacted."

Now Swen says with a face he's not surprised.

"Without Rosie's voice..."

"Yeah, you were in danger."

A knife, supposedly thrown, pierces beside Riesha, who erects the dagger, scattered with magical remnants as grains of light around Lucru, who protrudes the baton-shaped magic guide.

"Elves protect humans, and humans act to protect elves again - oh, that's great"

Hearing those words as if they took the form of overflowing joy from the bottom of his heart, Celia leaned down with a sad face.

I know how painfully you don't want to believe it.

His father was executed, and his family was separated, because there was only one person close to him he could count on.

... but this is reality.

"It was too late, Master"

The man walks over here, doing things like carrying even the dishes he can cook.

"- Or shall I call you Patchworker?"

Three-day moon-shaped grin like a knife.

Yuri, who grabbed his arm and supported him, trembles on his shoulder.

Should I say creepy or not know what I'm good at? Anyway, "it” wasn't a master who was willing to be in the dining bar or anything.

That's right.

I was possessed by the justice I believed in and the ideals I should call myself even obsessed, obsessed, paranoid... just a monster.