Last time, everything was ambiguous, confusing, and, in the end, there was really nothing. So they started the investigation with a wrong approach, picking out the culprit entirely. But this time?

‘This is too blatantly clear.’

Jane Telotte was displeased. Even the servants who served the Duke’s family up close said they were tormented by the pressure for Lady Katarin to become the Empress.

Even Cedric Lambert admitted it. Jane was suffocated by the Duchess’s stubborn thoughts that she had faced up close.

‘So, due to pressure and a busy daily life, she made a mistake, huh?’

It made sense. Moreover, Katarin immediately admitted her mistake. If she admitted it, she couldn’t become Empress. But with an excellent lawyer, family influence, and the family’s pleas, she would ‘minimize the dishonorable act’ and quietly end without being detained.

Perhaps the lawyer would actually say there is no evidence that Katarin accidentally put preservatives in the syrup bottle. He would make a joke, saying Katarin’s confession was due to shock from the accident. Predictable.

‘But isn’t the pressure to become Empress a great motive for murder?’

Having surveyed the 4th and 5th floors of the Vuetang Hotel, Jane Telotte quickly left and returned to her room, which she shared with her aunt. Closing the door tightly, she muttered where no one could hear.
“When the eldest son died, there was not only a lack of the culprit but also a perfect motive and a weapon, yet this time, even with a motive and a weapon and a culprit, it’s not a murder but an accident? Unbelievable. What kind of household is this?”

In that sense, Jane Telotte decided to order a glass of ice cream soda.

Loo calmly decided to throw away the gun and take up the sword. No matter how much she thought about it, the gun wasn’t suitable. Especially for large beasts like wolves or bears, it was better to cleanly kill them with a sword rather than shooting them several times. The gun had to be cocked to shoot and be accurate.

Anyway, what she found out was that her hunting skills and senses of life, or in other words, her ability to take life, were perfectly intact.

Loo wasn’t crazy about blood, and she left small animals and herbivores alone. She didn’t even touch the fox that retreated on its own. She was normal.

‘She’s acting like a fool.’

Shaking and worrying so easily. She just needed to close her eyes and go the way she was going. Loo, looking down at the sword she had taken instead of the gun, scolded herself again. She was still far away, Rustica Genesis.

“Squeak?”

Fooduck, folding its large wings and sitting quietly on Loo’s shoulder, tilted its head cutely.

“Hello?”

“Squeak!”

After making a cute sound, the hawk looked behind her. Loo also turned her head, and she discovered Hayden, who was riding on a black horse, approaching.

She found herself unexpectedly happy and smiled broadly.

“Ah.”

There were no people, so she was about to call him ‘Hayden.’ However, before she called him correctly, her arms moved first. Although magic was prohibited in the hunting competition, where weapons were used, Loo’s sword wasn’t aimed at prey but a person. The sword, imbued with emerald magic, swung heavily in the direction she wanted.

“……Huh?”

A knight feels everything in a very short moment. While others may not know, Loo, who was praised as a genius knight, knew. Her arm muscles and wrist joints moved, and she knew exactly where her hand was aiming. A part of the body receiving commands from the brain moved accurately. But there was hope.

‘Hayden won’t be affected by this attack.’

So, he wouldn’t get hurt.

Most importantly, that was what mattered the most to Loo, and she saw red blood the moment she was certain. As Hayden’s upper body, wrapped in a hunting outfit, split, red blood spurted out. It happened in just three seconds.

Loo’s vision was dyed pitch black.