Chapter 167

Chapter 167

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Johann's face hardened.

"Just because we're looking into the orphanage, we can't confirm that the assumptions are true."

In this world, there is no other way to confirm paternity.

At best, they can only compare them with the characteristics of their parents, or use magic to check whether the flow of their magical power or divine power was the same.

However, Leblaine had no similar characteristics to Dubbled except for the blue eyes.

Since 30% of the people of the empire have blue eyes, it is not proof that they inherited the blood of Dubbled. It was impossible to compare the flow of magic.

All Dubbled's relatives possessed magical powers, and Leblaine had divine power.

Unless Lisette, who had divine power, comes back alive and compares its flow, there is no way to prove that the child is their youngest daughter.

"Unless we dispel Trigon's magic, we won't know anything."

"But it might add credibility to the speculation."

As Johann lowered his gaze, Theodore gave a stern warning.

"You do the research yourself. No one should notice it."

"I know. If it's revealed to be false, Henry, Isaac, and...It will hurt Leblaine as well."

"Yes."

Theodore, who was looking at Leblaine through the gap in the door, quickly turned around.

***

Trigon came to the mansion early in the morning. As soon as he saw me through the back door while wearing a hood, he grabbed me and gave me a pile of documents.

"What is this?"

"It's his research material."

"Is this really a record of Trigon's magic experiment?"

I hurriedly retrieved the material. The writing was crammed on the old paper that smelled like mold.

'That's right. It's a record of that experiment.'

But why did he leave it like this?

If I were the one who ordered memory manipulation, I wouldn't keep these records ever.

"He... Aragon kept it secretly."

Aragon, the real Trigon's father. It was Wale's benefactor who forced him to be the fake Trigon.

Aragon suffered from dementia, so if it was known that the real Trigon had died, his relatives would have taken away all his fortune and would have left him on the street.

Wale, the fake Trigon, held my hand as he informed me of Aragon's death I had never heard before my return.

'Aragon, who suffers from dementia, kept this secret... ?'

Trigon bit his lip.

"Lady, maybe... perhaps..."

"... Are you saying that they may have been involved in the case of Lisette?

Trigon gulped as I guessed his words correctly.

"You said in your last life that I was discovered to be a fake Trigon and died?"

"Yes."

"Aragon was stripped of all his property by his relatives and left on the street. After my death, someone cleverly damaged Aragon's reputation, so no one took him away."

"That's right."

"It's as if the person who killed Lisette killed Aragon and me, who might have the experiment record in order to completely destroy evidence... ... ."

It's not a story without any possibility. No, it was a story that fit like a puzzle.

"The question is, who would do so?"

Trigon's red, bloodshot eyes showed hostility. I looked at him silently, sighed and sat down on the chair.

"So you mean to help you get revenge? It's hard to say. Sit down first."

Trigon's eyes widened.

I shrugged my shoulders with an uncaring attitude.

"You had a reason to come with a bunch of papers."

"Huh?"

"A real way to erase Trigon's magic, it's not there."

"......."

I punched the back of his hand with my clenched fist!

"What will change when you give up like this? We must find the mastermind and get revenge!"

I know it because I have gone through it, but nothing changes because of my anger. We still need to do something.

'Then what we're going to do is-'

I chuckled.

"First, find the mastermind."

"......."

"Second, find out why a series of events happened."

"......."

"Third, take revenge. This is the order."

Having said that, I quietly clenched my fist and stretched out my hand. Trigon looked at the candy I was holding and gave a bewildered expression.

"What is it?"

Trigon asked me softly.

"Lea only gives me one of these per day because my teeth might rot."

"So why give me that... ..."

"I thought you needed something sweet, so I just stole it for you!"

Trigon's expression darkened as I raised my head in triumph.

"...Did you notice my mood from the start?"

"Slightly."

"......."

"You know Trigon, just be a normal old man. I think you suit it even though you are narrow-minded"

"......."

"You're not suitable to be called a murderer. So, leave the dirty and disgraceful things to me. Okay?"

Trigon's eyes shook slightly.

He looked at me quietly, and bent his knees.

"Oath of a-"

"That was what Cecilia did yesterday."

I cut him out, waved my hands and continued

"Noisy! Do you have time for this? Hurry up and find out how to break the spell! Don't even go near Cecilia and Lea until the magic is lifted!"

As usual, I grunted. Trigon smiled as if he had no choice.

"Aragon kept his diary along with the real Trigon's records. According to the diary, he must have been threatened."

"Really?"

"Yes. The person who threatened the real Trigon was 'the one with the tattoo on the back of his hand.'"

In an instant, I remembered what Seria had said while investigating the person who bought the children in the house of hope.

"I was able to find a clue to the person who bought the children from the house of hope. He has a tattoo on the back of his hand."

Just then, I could hear a knock on the door. When I turned my head, I could see my dad, holding some parchments, standing in front of the greenhouse with Johann.

"Can we join the conversation?"

"Of course."

I smiled broadly and ran to my dad.

Dad also responded with a smile to my warm welcome and handed me a piece of parchment.

"This......."

"It's an investigation report from the orphanage where Cecilia's niece Trilloni, your friend Tri, stayed."

"You've already investigated?"

Instead of dad, Johann answered my question. He must have heard the truth about Lisette's death from my dad.

"Dubbled's investigation team is excellent. An interesting fact was discovered during the investigation."

"What is it?"

"The person who brought Triloni to the orphanage had a tattoo on the back of his hand."

The one who instigated my kidnapping by sending Jacob to Dubbled mansion when I was five years old. The one who helped the Duke of Vallua summon the devil. The one who became the connector between the Duke of Marche and the Dukes of Vallua.

'Those person had tattoos on the backs of their hands.'

If so, it is as if I have already found the answer to the first question.

We know who was behind Duke Marche.

Dad, I, and Johann said together.

"It's the temple."

"The temple."

"The temple."

I crumpled the edge of the parchment and bit my lips.

We didn't say it out loud, but everyone knew.

That a war might start soon.

'Wasn't it fun to fool us from behind?'

But we're not foolish anymore. I thought,clutching the etwal tightly.

'I won't let them go.'

***

Now, we have to figure out why the temple wanted to kill Lisette and seeks Dubbled.

'And take revenge.'

Dad also informed Henry and Isaac about this. The reason was that the family members should not be unaware of a family issue.

"Assholes...!"

Isaac, whose eyes were red and bloodshot, shouted. Henry hardened as if he was rooted in the ground. Isaac gritted his teeth.

"Enter the temple right now! I need to know why they hurt my mother!"

Henry said in a subdued voice.

"Even if we do it, does that mean that the temple will tell us why?"

"But it can't be like this...!"

"We can't stay like this, so we'll think about it together. Is there anyone here who doesn't feel pain?"

"......."

"We're getting stronger, but we can't win the war against the temple yet. The moment we point our swords at the temple, the nobles will collide. They'll be delighted as it's a perfect chance to destroy the damn Dubbled."

"Damn it!"

Isaac smashed the table and grittef his teeth. My dad's expression wasn't good either.

"Where did our oldest brother go at this time?"

When Isaac asked dad, he answered after a few seconds of silence.

"I had something to find out, so I sent him away. He'll be out of the capital for about two months, so there's no need to wonder about your brother's whereabouts."

"There's something important right now, so brother must... ... !"

As Isaac groaned, I gently raised my hand.

"Well... first we'll have to make the temple and the imperial family twist each other's neck."

"What?"

"Huh?"

"......."

My family looked at me.

"What is the reason why temples can be built in the empire until now? It's because of the imperial family's support."

"okay. The previous emperors used the temple for the stability of the people."

I laughed at Henry's answer.

"However, the current Emperor Alexander has a different opinion. The power of the temple has grown so much that he think it's time to pull it down."

"But kid, since the Empress Dowager who protected the temple has let them go, the temple has no choice but to weaken, right?"

"That's not it. Empress Yvonne's power is much stronger than Empress Dowager. Empress Yvonne and her father, the Duke of Marche, are colluding with the temple, right? That's why even the emperor cannot weaken the temple willingly."

"So what do you think we should do?"

I answered Henry's question with twinkling eyes.

"I have prepared a person who is perfect for the new empress."

"Cecilia Olga?"

"Yes."

"How do you get her into the Imperial Palace? Marche thinks we're on his side, but if we make a new empress, he'll keep us in check."

"Let's just act like we're not under the new empress."

"......?"

I smiled and placed the communication device on the table.

"Are you ready, Cecil?"

[Yes. I have now arrived at the street where the emperor came out from the dark alley.]

The name of the operation is 'You're the first woman to slap me on the cheek'.