I Received The First Time Of My Extraordinary Superior - Chapter 18

The woman’s name was Marien.

If Marien hadn’t moved rooms, would she not have died? Perhaps I would have died instead…

Useless thoughts. Sidney took a deep breath and slowly exhaled as if trying to shake off her idle musings.

“Sidney Warden?”

“Yes.”

Sidney walked past Logan standing in front of room 308 and entered the room.

The faded red sofa was covered with stage costumes, and shoes were scattered on the dusty floor.

Sidney’s gaze, which had been scanning the room, stopped on an advertisement poster attached to the wall.

In that picture, Marien was dancing in a revealing black slip, casting a seductive gaze.

“Do you know her?”

“I know her face. Looks like she worked at Cielo Strip Bar.”

Sidney pointed at the word ‘Cielo’ written on the poster.

Though she meant for him to look, Logan’s gaze remained fixed on Sidney’s profile.

“…You look unwell?”

“Someone died in the room I was using. I can’t be feeling good.”

Sidney closed her eyes with a bitter expression. Andy Spencer’s voice was heard from behind.

“Captain, you’re back?”

“The records?”

“All done.”

As Sidney slowly turned around while listening to Andy and Logan’s conversation.

“Lord Warden, are you alright?”

“I’m fine. Thanks for your concern.”

“Ah, the body is this way.”

As Andy pointed towards the bedroom, Sidney held up her palm.

“Let’s check here first.”

“Alright.”

She then picked up the flashy clothes piled on the sofa one by one and examined them carefully. Logan stood beside her, receiving the checked costumes.

Sidney spoke while closely inspecting the jewels that made the costumes sparkle or feeling the fabric:

“Piling them up like this will cause wrinkles… They’ll need to be pressed before wearing. It would’ve been fine to just hang them on hangers.”

“Maybe she hadn’t worn them recently, or thought she wouldn’t wear them again.”

“Rather, it seems she stopped by after a long time to take everything away. The shoes on the floor and all this dust…”

Logan rubbed the floor with the toe of his shoe. Confirming that the dust was cleared where the shoe had scraped, he grumbled.

“This much? There are plenty of people who don’t bother with cleaning.”

It wasn’t wrong. Sidney nodded while rummaging through the stage costumes.

After briefly scanning through the costumes, she showed Logan a blue jewel attached to a black outfit.

“Captain, just this black outfit… It’s made of good fabric with real jewels.”

“I see.”

Logan fingered the black outfit before handing it over to Andy Spencer. As Andy nodded and put the clothes in an envelope, he said:

“I thought it was strange for a dancer at Cielo Strip Bar to be this poor.”

“What’s strange about it?”

“There’s a rumor that all the dancers there have strong backers.”

Andy blushed at Sidney’s interest. Logan, who had slipped between the two, gave an order:

“Andy Spencer, find out where this costume was made.”

“Yes, Captain.”

Sidney walked past Logan towards the kitchen counter. It was a distance of just five steps.

She lightly ran her fingertips over the counter. Then she turned around, showing her hand covered in black dust.

“This much dust proves Marien wasn’t living here.”

“She could have eaten out.”

“If she had money for that… she wouldn’t live here.”

Sidney grabbed the counter and pulled hard. With a scraping sound, the counter moved, revealing a dusty floor.

Andy, who had finished his hurried note-taking and approached, picked up a small green ring from the floor.

“Lord Warden, isn’t this a pill?”

Sidney picked up one of the green rings that had fallen on the floor and dusted it off. Then she touched it to the tip of her tongue to check the taste.

“This is…”

Logan, who had rushed over like lightning, snatched the green ring that had touched Sidney’s tongue and shouted:

“Sidney Warden! If you eat like that…”

“Captain?”

Sidney alternately looked at the fuming Logan and the green ring that had been taken away with a blank face.

There was no need to glare and yell like that.

“I’m sure… I told you not to carelessly touch or taste things at the scene.”

“But that pill… there are several of them.”

“What if something happens to you?”

What? Sidney stared blankly at the furiously angry Logan.

Is he worried about me rather than angry that I didn’t secure evidence?

Why would Logan Redford…

“Are you worried about me?”

“What?”

“If not… why are you shouting and getting so angry?”

“…”

Logan Redford’s face scrunched up as if he had heard something he shouldn’t have.

Of course not. Sidney apologized to him with a relieved expression.

“I’m sorry. Officer Spencer, will you help me move the sofa?”

“Ah… Yes!”

Andy Spencer, who had been watching the two with a dumbfounded face, grabbed the sofa.

With a scraping sound, the sofa moved across the floor.

As space behind the sofa was cleared, Sidney picked up a black business card from the dust. She flicked her finger to dust it off, revealing gold-lettered writing.

“Captain, it just says ‘Casablanca’.”

Sidney checked the back as well and handed the card to Logan. He took out a handkerchief and wiped the dust off the card.

That obsessive cleanliness again. Sidney frowned as she looked at Logan’s black leather gloved hands.

“It means ‘White House’. A business card without a name or title…”

“Just the word ‘Casablanca’ written there will serve as the card’s purpose. Like an ‘entrance ticket to a secret gathering’.”

Sidney held out her hand, asking for the card back. But the card had already gone into Logan’s pocket.

Should I ask for it again? Sidney hesitated for a moment, then lowered her hand upon seeing Logan’s irritated face.

“What gathering… It must be some dirty meeting.”

The aristocratic society of the Asner Empire was rotten to the core. Official positions were traded with bribes and favors, and corruption was rampant.

How could such people’s private lives be clean?

Recently, nobles had even started openly forming private gatherings to engage in perverted and licentious acts.

The investigation team led by Logan Redford was created by the Crown Prince’s will to eradicate this…

Is that even possible?

Fishing out a few fish from a rotten pond… won’t make the water clean. Maybe the water was dirty to begin with.

A cold sneer spread across Sidney Warden’s face.

“Um… this looks like a box that held a ring.”

Andy Spencer said as he dusted off a box smaller than a fist. After confirming the empty box, Sidney quickly headed to the bedroom.

Ring? Sidney rushed to the bedroom to check if the victim had a ring on her hand.

The bed, walls, and even the floor were all covered in blood as if drenched, and the body was covered with a blanket.

Sidney approached the bed while putting on white gloves. When she lifted the blanket, the foul stench made her nauseous and dizzy.

Suppressing the urge to run out immediately, she completely removed the blanket, and a curse involuntarily escaped her lips.

“Damn it.”

How can humans be so cruel?

Even in a battlefield where people fight for their lives, not like this…

Sidney shook her head to shake off her anger. Then she carefully examined all ten of Marien’s fingers.

“She was wearing a ring until recently, maybe even at the time of death. If she wore a ring from her patron without reselling it and had another residence… Could they have been lovers or in a kept relationship?”

“You don’t think the victim threatened to expose their relationship and the patron killed her, do you?”

“Considering they took back the ring…”

“Sidney Warden, do you think having a mistress would be a flaw for an Asner noble?”

Logan snorted and retorted.

Marriages thoroughly calculated for the benefit of the family, where love was not a consideration.

After producing an heir to continue the family line, it was not a problem for couples to have their own mistresses or lovers.

That’s not to say all nobles are like that. There are cases where couples develop respect and love for each other after an arranged marriage.

Also, though extremely rare, there are people who try to marry driven by impulsive emotions. Something only a fool would do…