Ring Ring

In the end, Shiori barely slept the next morning. The detention room, with only a slight amount of sunlight, is dim even in the early morning when it is well sunny, and the feeling of time is dull. If I'd been here the whole time, my internal clock would have gone crazy.

I don't have the bathroom in my room, so I just have to ask someone who sounds like my number to take me there. I can't even take a bath, but if it's about a cloth wet and squeezed with water, I can have it brought to me.

When Shiori wiped his face with that cloth, he laid his hands on the elegant meal served. Because I don't have an appetite, but if I don't eat it, I'm going to lose strength and strength.

By the time I had finished breakfast and Shiori began to have extra time, Shire arrived in good time.

His dull blonde hair also looks kind of sparkly this morning. For a poetic weave imprisoned in a dim room, every human from the outside feels dazzled.

I miss the sun already, even though it hasn't been a day since they let me in here yet.

"Did you sleep well yesterday?

Asked by Shile to care, Shiori shrugged her shoulders "not much".

But I still wonder in my heart if this tenderness of Shail is the effect of an 'operation that goes poorly'. I wonder where he went with the arrogance we met at the store.

Shail reluctantly continued.

"... well. I'd like to hear a few more stories from you today, okay?

"Fine, it is. It's more distracting to be talking."

Even if that's interrogation.

If we don't talk to that and sue for innocence, we can't leave here forever.

A chair was placed across the street just like yesterday, and the poetry weavers sat there. One knight with paper and a pen comes in and stands on the wall. Shail quietly started asking questions.

"If you were to make an abortion drug, what ingredients would you use and how would you make it?

Thinking for a moment, Shiori shook her head like she'd given up.

"I don't know. Which herbs should I use..."

It is only with Roche recipes that amateur poetry weaves can make medicine. I look at the various medicinal herbs that I have dealt with so far and their effects as a substitute, but I don't even know if there is anything in them that can be used for abortion drugs. I haven't reached the level where I can formulate my own medicine yet.

"Well, look at this"

What was offered was a small amount of herbal leaves wrapped in a thin cloth. It seems to be dried and shrunk small, but it has not been finely chopped or powdered, so some prototype is fastened.

Shiori pinched it with her fingers and observed it closely.

"What's this?

"It's the rest of the abortion pills the concubine took. What the murderer's maid brought as a rare tea leaf. Have you ever seen this in your shop? Have you ever seen Roche Gould make it?

Honestly, none of the dried herbal leaves are discernible in the poetry weave unless this is in a similar or stopping shape and is characteristic.

"I don't think I've seen it. And where Roche's making it."

"So do you know the name of this herb? Actually, we haven't been able to identify this herb yet either."

"Yeah, I don't know...... I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize"

To Shile's serene voice, Shiori couldn't help but be confused. Didn't the 'operation' work, hit you in the head somewhere? And it seems so different that I worry about it.

Even as I get upset, I try to smell the leaves. It does not appear to be fermented or stir-fried, and the blue odor of the herb itself remains, but it has a distinct and uncharacteristic aroma.

"Did you even show this to Roche? He might know the name of this herb."

Roche's knowledge of herbs is terrifying. I'm sure you know many different kinds than the old pharmacists who have been on this road for decades. Because we are actively incorporating herbs that can be picked in foreign countries without being satisfied with just what we have now.

Shile says.

"No, I haven't shown it. Actually, I didn't give that guy much detail."

"... why?

"It's aimed at him inadvertently mouthing information that only a party can know. I've only told Roche Ghoul about the" samurai poisoned the side queen's tea. "

Yet if Roche knew that the tea leaves themselves were poisonous - instead of mixing poison that was liquid or powdered with tea - or the shape of the tea leaves, etc., he would be more charged with selling abortion drugs to the samurai.

Roche seems to be much more genuinely suspect than he is. That's what Shiori thought and glanced at him.

"Why don't you take that way for me?

Ask Shile wondering.

"According to the statement of the murderer's maid of honor, she bought an abortion drug from Roche Ghoul because it was about three months ago now. Just after the magician's fortune tells us the fetus is a boy. When I was asking for an opportunity to see how Lady Side was doing, it seemed to take me a while to move the plan to implementation. You weren't at Roche Ghoul's three months ago, were you? The samurai didn't know about you, and she's pretty much clear about the suspicion that you sold her abortion pills."

However, there are still suspicions that under Roche Ghoul, he manufactured and sold illegal drugs, including abortion drugs…. Shail went on like that at first sight.

And according to his story, Roche didn't even give details about the samurai. If I hadn't told you, but I knew the color of her hair, it would still be suspicious.

"Our charges, how can we clear up?

Shiori stared at Shile as she pleaded.

Shail wandered into his gaze and let his eyes swim.

"I'm in the process of looking into what I recovered from your store yesterday... If there's no evidence that they were making abortion drugs or illegal drugs, they'll be released for now."

"How long does it take to find out what's in the store?

"It's a lot, I can't do it in a day or two."

"Oh no..."

Shiori dropped her shoulder. I don't even want to be here for another minute.

Surrounded by stone, this room has a strange sense of compression, and it just sinks because of the constant dimness. It's cold, hard and gloomy... and if I spend a week here, I'm going to be claustrophobic.

What if it takes months to investigate the seizure from the store? I was relieved to think so.

"... don't let that get you down. Instruct your men to complete the investigation as soon as possible."

Shile's words had not reached the poetry weave, which was rubbing his arms with a dark expression.

I can't even go freely to the bathroom without taking a bath. Imagine being depressed for days in a place like this...... Besides, the cold is going to get tougher from now on.

"If you're confused when I'm talking to you... well, I come here every day too... and I come to see you"

If it snows, I'll freeze to death here.

Shiori blues her face thinking so.

"If you have any problems, yes, you can always count on me."

Should I get another blanket? I wonder if there's any convenient heating equipment or anything like that that uses witchcraft.

"For once, I'm not always this tolerant of suspects"

From the small windows for ventilation, you get quite a bit of cold air... I wish I could block it with a wooden board or something when it's cold.

"It's you, or I'm being nice... that is, the --"

"Hey, take it easy...!

Suddenly I heard yelling from the back of the hallway as Shiori strolled her head against the cold and Shile spoke to herself blushing. Both Shiori and Shire face up haha and gaze towards the hallway.

Perhaps two men, somewhat muttering, are making footsteps with cutlets and walking towards this way from the entrance and exit of the building.

One seemed to be the number one guarding this building, trying to stop the man who came inside on his own. The two of them stop just in front of the door of the room where the poetry weave is located, continuing their rhetoric.

"That's noisy."

Shile rises up in an annoying manner. He creased between his eyebrows, opened the door and scolded the people outside the hallway.

"Shut up. What the hell are you doing, you idiots?"

In that arrogant and dignified tone, Shiori felt at ease. Oh, good, you didn't hit me in the head, and.

"also, sorry"

The number apologizes, but Shiori's gaze was poured on the man standing in front of him. A man with brown hair, tall, and a look that looks like he's in the basketball club.

"Gatekeeper's..."

Spills a pompous voice.

And in response to that voice, the gatekeeper who was in the hallway also found the poetry weave in the room.

……

He once again breathed in surprise when he saw the poetry weave trapped inside the room.

Shile blocks the gatekeeper from entering unconsciously with one hand. He grabbed his shoulder and pushed it back hard. Shile speaks out after seeing the gatekeeper's gaze move to himself. Sounds very great.

"What's your name and affiliation? What brings you here?"

Shile doesn't seem to know about the gatekeeper, but the gatekeeper seems to know Shile. Because confronting him is slightly frivolous.

Stifling his expression, the gatekeeper said in retrospect of Shile.

"This is Parker Cork of the Guard. I'm her, I know her..."

With a proper gaze, Shiori said, "Huh?" I blinked my eyes. Did he come in here because of me? and.

Shile lifts a single eyebrow in surprise.

"Do you know him? How do you know him?

"No, um, do you know... a little face acquaintance..."

Shail laughed with his nose at the gatekeeper's words as he lost momentum.

"I mean, you barely know, do you?

"... and I don't think she's a bad person though. Very much as we are involved in this case…"

Shiori rounded her eyes. Apparently he came to defend himself.

He seems like a surprisingly good guy for lending me a raincoat.

I've only talked to him twice... and this one just stuffed me with "let me see Crust" and said it was bothering me. Shiori even remembered to impress him with kindness.

Shile, on the other hand, just gets in a bad mood.

"Do you have any evidence to say that much? I have proof of her innocence."

"Yes, no, the evidence is..."

Hang in there, Mr. Gatekeeper! and cheering poetry in his heart, but at the same time, he knew he couldn't beat Shire.

It's not about the evidence, I can't imagine the scene where he would defeat Shire in the first place.

My body is bigger than the gatekeeper, but I don't think I'm going to win mentally? Are you saying that Shile simply has a worse personality and looks like he could stand a valve?

"Don't say the right thing without proof. You just came here for momentum? So you think you can let her go? Why don't you put your head to work before you act on your emotions?"

Look, and Shiori grinned inside. Yagi, to Shile's words that are released early, the gatekeeper says, "Ugh..." and just gets hit. It's getting kind of pathetic.

I was so happy that you tried to cover for me, that's enough. If there was a towel here now, Shiori would have thrown it at the gatekeeper.

"If you have time to do something stupid, just get back to your place. Don't bring your personal feelings to work."

"Ugh... yes, sorry..."

Cancun and gong rang and the gatekeeper's heart broke. What you're saying is that Shire is more right.

The gatekeeper looked back at the poetry weaver at the end, feeling soggy and depressed. Like saying sorry without help.

"Never mind," he whispered, returning a cheerful grin to him as Shiori also left. Though I don't know if they heard me.

I'm glad he tried to help himself at the gatekeeper, but Shiori still deplored the fact that he couldn't get out of here easily.

It's not easy to rely on someone - although it was the crust that came to my mind at the time of the poetry weave - to get me out of this situation.

But it's hard to just wait and see how long it takes to investigate the seizures from the store.

I wish there was something I could do to prove my innocence as well as being locked up here. When Shiori thought so, he appealed to Shire, who had returned this way by closing the iron door.

"Um, there's nothing I can do to prove my innocence? I'll do anything."

I frown at the root of my eyebrows and make a serious plea.

"I don't care what you, the suspect, can do..."

Shile seemed to think of listening to Shiori's appeal, even as he toured. After putting his hand on his chin and conceiving, he opens his mouth as if he had ever thought of it.

"Then... let's bring the magician here."

"Mage?

I didn't know what it meant, and Shiori tilted his neck so tightly.