I Shall Survive Using Potions!

"Where the hell are you going..."

If you think you're going to a separate room waiting for a witness, you're going out the front door to the mansion, and further to the gate, Marial. Aragon, whilst complaining about bumps, has no choice but to follow. Count Maslius and the escorts of both houses.

And furthermore, the servants of the Viscount Reyfel family, who have been following us since.

Deacon, cook, maid, valet, servant, porter...... All the other servants of the mansion follow. All the faces were stiff. It's a stiff, faceless look, as if you're forcing yourself to contain the emotion. Only those eyes, however, were sparkling and creepy.

Marial then stepped out of the gate and stopped a few meters away.

Beyond that, the walls of the crowd gathered from all over the city.

…………

The Viscounts of Raifel and one girl, even in front of the crowd, did not seem to care.

But Aragon and the Earl of Maslius, as well as the Earl's escorts, were pulling their faces together.

I don't know what this crowd is gathering for.

If, with a grudge against the Viscount Raifel family, he turns into a thug and comes under attack.

In that case, only a few escorts can help.

Thinking about it, they couldn't stop a cold sweat from flowing down their spine.

But sweating on my back doesn't make me sweat on my face. Only those who are noble and expose themselves to wolves and dislikeness in front of civilians must never do so. No matter what kind of lean patience it was.

"... heh, heh, do you even say that someone in this is a witness? Or don't all of these guys just say something like that? This is an intimidation by numbers, and the fact that you came out with such means means means means that there is no evidence, you are the one who told me..."

Witnesses, come here.

Ignoring the words of the werewolf Aragon, when Marial raised his voice so, he broke the walls of the crowd and six horses walked.

... the same six, but it was not the Eds, but two passenger horses kept at the Viscount Reifel's house, and four carriage horses. Of course, I don't wear a mask.

I don't saddle or carry a carriage, but six horses who walk over looking like they are towed by a walking man or horseman and stop a little in front of Marial.

And the man that came down from the horse, and Aragon looked round about, there was none but the multitude, except those who brought the horses.

"Where is the witness..."

blocked Aragon's words, and Marial shouted.

"Who ordered my parents and my brother to kill those who hired them?

Then all the horses lifted their right forelegs, and pointed.... Aragon.

"" 'Witness' is a horse. Ahhhhhh!

The screams of Aragon and Count Maslius were aligned.

And Count Maslius continued his words.

"Because you are not a person, is this not a 'witness', not a 'witness horse'..."

But the grunt was passed by all.

Why did the horses point to Aragon in Marial's words?

That was just a few patterns that had been planted beforehand that the caorle would react like this if it did a certain motion, and now the caorle bent its wrist so tightly in front of its stomach that it pointed to Aragon, so the six horses did that motion.

Of course, with proper advance explanation, the horses correctly understand what this event is for. The signal is just to support Marial's words.

And the crowd that saw it.

"" "". "" Whoa, whoa!

"Horses who admire the noble lady, it's a quarrel against the Lord's killer!

"That's not what a normal horse can do! This is thanks to the help of the goddess! The goddess Celestine must have been impressed by the girl's vengeance and loyalty!

Aragon, pale to the crowd who screams.

"... what do you say? Do you have any openings?

Count Maslius thought Aragon would give up now. At any rate, there is no longer any better way to escape sin in Aragon than with the goddess Celestine supposedly involved...

"Sin? What the hell are you talking about? A clever little girl planted her art on a horse she keeps in her own house. It's just that, isn't it?

And treacherous treachery in trying to trap my esteemed uncle by palliative means and tailor me to criminals! stripping noblemen from their filthy little daughters of nobility and sentenced them to extreme punishment... "

Pippin!

"... Huh?

When Aragon gently put his hand on his head, which felt like something had fallen on his head.

"... of birds..., hun?

Pippin!

Pippin!

Pi, pi, pi...

"Wow!

What happened, and what I saw in Aragon's eyes when I looked up, was a sight I was used to seeing at home recently.

… i.e., formed a battle bombing fleet (crow swelling).

"Look, the use of the goddess has appeared..."

"If you don't do too well, the goddess' divine punishment will fall!

"Master Celestine doesn't seem to be good at targeting, so even we, no, the whole country will eat the convolutions! Just confess!!

The crowd starts making noise, but if you plead guilty here, you are certain to behead. In any case, it was a felony more than a burning bandit, an act of usurpation by killing the lord of the aristocracy, his wife, and his successor, his eldest son.

"And I don't know! Just a crow herd would have come looking for food. The goddess Celestine is interested in human personal deeds etc......, yes, no, she would have been sent to disprove the evil deeds of her little girl there! Anyway, it just so happens that I'm here today, and the crows' goal is this Viscount Raifel family, so the purpose is to be the lord here, this little girl..."

But Aragon's desperate explanation was not convincing, either, before the fact that the crows were after him and that Aragon was the only one whose hun would hit him.

At that time, the rear corner of the crowd that was bothering me suddenly calmed down.

The tranquillity spreads to the whole crowd.

And there was a crack between the crowd from the rear, which spread forward, towards the main entrance of the Viscount Reyfel family.

Six masked horses walking seemingly through the cracks of that crowd and dozens of dogs, dogs and dogs that follow......

Poor, pompous.

Poor, pompous...

One lead. One head each on its left and right rear. And behind that, three heads in the third step. Six horses, proceeding in pyramid formation. At the beginning, of course….

"Carlos!!

Yes, no matter how much mask you wear, Marial can't tell. It was Marial's dedicated horseback riding, a longtime relationship Carlos.

Heard temporarily dead, and then taught its survival by a mysterious girl, beloved horse Carlos.

But now is not the time to be happy to be reunited for a long time. I had to do the role (lol) the girl instructed me to do.

"My Viscount Raifel, head horseback riding, it's Carlos! Well done. You've reached the goddess and delivered my wish! All you have to do is see the crows and dogs of the Goddess's Messenger, the Divine Horses who sent you!

"Burururu, Buhihi ~!!

"" "." "Whoa, whoa, whoa!

(... you're done, Aragon...)

Count Maslius was squealing so in his heart.