Shiori didn’t hate the night.
The moon, which emits a soft light, is mysterious and beautiful, and it is fun to look at the twinkling stars.
Darkness is gentle, quiet, and envelops everything. A feeling that time flows slowly.
But now, in this cold prison, the night doesn’t seem that way.
You can’t see the moon or the stars through the small window, and the darkness is closing in on Shiori, only stirring up anxiety and fear.
Shiori rolled over and leaned against the blanket.
The second night spent in the detention room. How many more nights will I have to spend here? She’s been thinking about it since yesterday.
As the sun went down, the already cold stone building got even colder. I can’t sleep because my feet are cold. My back tingles. Shiori sniffed her nose and crawled deeper into her blanket.
I wish I could at least know how long it would take me to get out of here. If I can see the exit, I can endure this situation.
In the darkness, Shiori thought about the criminal maid. Why did she use Roche’s name in the first place?
Shiori couldn’t believe that Roche made and sold abortion drugs. It’s unlikely he’ll take the risk of selling illegal drugs because he’s a smart guy.
And even if he was making abortion drugs, Roche would probably create something more sophisticated and terrifying. It would be impossible for the concubine to stop drinking halfway through because it’s too bitter.
If the target is a fetus, only the fetus, if you want the concubine to die too, Roche can make a medicine that will definitely kill them.
If he wanted to, he might even be able to produce something that didn’t leave traces of poison.
However, if Roche is really irrelevant, I don’t understand the meaning of the maid’s statement. Did she happen to visit his shop before and knew about Roche? So did she randomly mention his name? Did she really try to frame Roche to protect someone who actually made the drug?
My head hurts from thinking too much. I want to stop thinking and rest, but it’s cold and I can’t sleep. Shiori sneezed slightly and shivered.
It’s windy tonight. The wind, which makes a roaring sound and strokes the outer wall of the prison, finds a gap and tries to enter inside. Shiori shrugged and thought as she felt the cold breeze coming through her small window. She said she should ask Schyle tomorrow if she could block the windows with wooden boards or cloth.
Also about changing clothes and bathing. I don’t want to say that I want to take a bath, so I want to wipe my body with a cloth. Especially if the confinement life continues for a while.
Also, having a female jailer would be very helpful for Shiori. Because she doesn’t have to blush every time she wants to go to the bathroom.
Cold. . . . . .
Shiori closed her eyes and hugged herself. Two topics looped in her head all the time: “It’s cold” and “When will we be able to get out of here?”
She was sorry for causing trouble, but Shiori thought about asking him for help. She can’t go so far as to ask for the charges against her to be cleared, but she may be able to grant her wish to improve the conditions in this overly cold detention room.
It’s a little scary to think about meeting Kurst and if he talks about his engagement. . .
Shiori was depressed thinking about what would happen if Kurst was unfaithful to the princess, but she made up her mind and decided to talk to Schyle tomorrow. Judging from his conversations with Garrell, he should know Kurst.
I hope Kurst remembers me. . .
Shiori closed her eyes in prayer.
What Shiori suddenly felt when she woke up at dawn was not a comfortable slumber, but a lethargy that dominated her whole body. She feels so heavy that she can’t even toss and turn, and her chest tells her she’s sick.
Her throat is a little rough, and her breathing is shallow and rapid.
“Haa, haa. . .”
I must have a cold.
My body is hot even though I have chills. I got a fever from sleeping in such a cold place.
When she finally lifted her eyelids and opened her eyes thinly, her vision started spinning. Reluctantly, she immediately closes her eyes.
Scary. . . . .
I haven’t had anything well up to my throat so far, but I’m still feeling sick that I can’t throw up.
My head hurts, and this is not a mild heat.
I can’t believe I’m getting a fever at a time like this.
As Shiori curses her fragile body, she suddenly hears a noise coming from the corridor. It’s a security patrol.
When she thought that the footsteps of the prison guard moving down the corridor were approaching, they stopped in front of the room. Shiori was sleeping with her face towards the wall, so it couldn’t be seen, but he seemed to be peeking inside through the small window in the door.
Shiori tried to get up and say out loud that she was not feeling well, but it was difficult to put into action even such a simple gesture, and in the end she just flinched lightly.
The prison guard also leaves without noticing Shiori’s rough breathing.
Dawn isn’t far away, and Schyle should probably be here again in the morning. It is impossible that no one will notice that I have a high fever.
However, Shiori, who was already mentally weak, could only imagine dark things.
When I was in Japan, I used to think that if I take medicine for a cold and sleep overnight, I will be cured. There’s no way my cold will go away overnight in this freezing prison, and it’s actually going to get worse and worse.
Besides, I don’t even have the energy to fight a cold. It’s often said that ‘Illness starts with the mind’, but Shiori’s ‘mind’ is no longer good.
Even if you have a cold, if your fever doesn’t go down of you get pneumonia, you can die. . .
Be timid and reach extreme conclusions.
I wonder if I’m going to die. . . Just like this, here, all alone. . .
Without meeting Kurst. . .
Her chest tightens.
The corners of her eyes, which were still closed, slowly leaked tears.
+++
Kurst went to work that morning as usual. He replaces his night-shift colleague to serve as the king’s guard.
However, the king asked him to go see how the concubine was doing, so he followed the instructions and went down the corridor alone.
When he visited the concubine’s room and asked the maid how she was doing, she said that she had recovered even more than yesterday and had a better complexion. It seems that the doctor had already finished the morning examination, so Kurst followed him and asked for a detailed diagnosis.
The doctor is a different person from Syllabus. He is the royal family’s physician, and usually comes to the castle regularly from his mansion.
However, after the incident occurred, he was given a room in the castle by the king so that he could respond immediately even if the concubine’s condition suddenly changed, and he was stationed there.
When Kurst heard the doctor’s report that “both mother and fetus are recovering well and there is no problem,” he left the room with a sense of relief.
And from there, on the way back to the king, he met a group of emaciated people.
The faces are familiar. They are the royal guard knights of the concubine.
However, Schyle is nowhere to be seen. Three slightly younger knights. Everyone was walking down the corridor looking tired, each carrying a number of thick books.
“Are you okay?”
When Kurst unintentionally called out to them, the young knights who were walking slowly straightened their posture. For them, Curst is a dream.
“Those books? Did you do some research on the previous incident?”
With a few greetings, Kurst asked, looking at the large amount of books they had. The royal guards of the concubine have been clarifying the whole incident for the past few days.
“Yeah, the man who is under suspicion of selling the drugs to that maid runs a pharmacy in the city. . . We’re investigating every single thing that was in that store. We couldn’t find anything, but there is one more suspicious thing. . . but the analysis is at a dead end.”
“It’s a suspicious notebook filled with notes written in a foreign language, but we have no idea what country it’s written in.”
“We’ve been looking into it all night, but we can’t decipher it, so we’re going to return these useless books to the castle reference room.”
The three knights answered in turn with sleepy voices. Everyone has dark circles under their eyes.
“I’m impressed with how hard you wok, but if you don’t get enough rest, you’ll collapse.”
When Kurst cared, the three of them laughed troubledly.
“Actually, Schyle-san is pushing us to finish the investigation quickly. . .”
“But we’ll be resting until the afternoon today, so it’s okay. We’ll go back to the dormitory and sleep.”
“I see, then that’s fine. . . By the way, what is that suspicious book?”
Somehow stuck, Kurst asked. He had a feeling that they wanted to return them as soon as possible after they had finished staying up all night, but the fact that it was written in a foreign language made him very curious for some reason. He was driven by the desire to see it with his own eyes.
“It’s here.”
One of the knights pointed at the top of the pile of books he was holding. Kurst walks up to him and picks up the thin, white notebook.
“Since there is a picture of medicinal herbs attached, I think it is a memo on how to make medicine, but it may be an illegal method of manufacturing medicine. . .”
“Other books confiscated from the store are written in the language of this country, but it worries me that this is so different. They wrote it in-in other words, they might have written something that they wanted to hide from others.”
“Come to think of it, I heard that the employee of the pharmacy the Schyle-san and the others detained the day before yesterday seems to be a foreigner. . .”
The other knights stared at the knight muttering as if he remembered.
“Huh? So this memo was written by the employee in their own language? I mean, why didn’t you say that sooner, you idiot! If we ask they what country they’re from, we might be able to decipher it!”
“Wah, I’m sorry. . . When I received that report, I was concentrating on another investigation, so I completely forgot because it had nothing to do with it.”
“You forgot! Give me back my all-nighter!”
The clamoring voices of the three knights, however, did not reach Kurst’s ears as he stared at the open notebook.
Kurst recognized these characters, this handwriting.
Shiori didn’t hate the night.
The moon, which emits a soft light, is mysterious and beautiful, and it is fun to look at the twinkling stars.
Darkness is gentle, quiet, and envelops everything. A feeling that time flows slowly.
But now, in this cold prison, the night doesn’t seem that way.
You can’t see the moon or the stars through the small window, and the darkness is closing in on Shiori, only stirring up anxiety and fear.
Shiori rolled over and leaned against the blanket.
The second night spent in the detention room. How many more nights will I have to spend here? She’s been thinking about it since yesterday.
As the sun went down, the already cold stone building got even colder. I can’t sleep because my feet are cold. My back tingles. Shiori sniffed her nose and crawled deeper into her blanket.
I wish I could at least know how long it would take me to get out of here. If I can see the exit, I can endure this situation.
In the darkness, Shiori thought about the criminal maid. Why did she use Roche’s name in the first place?
Shiori couldn’t believe that Roche made and sold abortion drugs. It’s unlikely he’ll take the risk of selling illegal drugs because he’s a smart guy.
And even if he was making abortion drugs, Roche would probably create something more sophisticated and terrifying. It would be impossible for the concubine to stop drinking halfway through because it’s too bitter.
If the target is a fetus, only the fetus, if you want the concubine to die too, Roche can make a medicine that will definitely kill them.
If he wanted to, he might even be able to produce something that didn’t leave traces of poison.
However, if Roche is really irrelevant, I don’t understand the meaning of the maid’s statement. Did she happen to visit his shop before and knew about Roche? So did she randomly mention his name? Did she really try to frame Roche to protect someone who actually made the drug?
My head hurts from thinking too much. I want to stop thinking and rest, but it’s cold and I can’t sleep. Shiori sneezed slightly and shivered.
It’s windy tonight. The wind, which makes a roaring sound and strokes the outer wall of the prison, finds a gap and tries to enter inside. Shiori shrugged and thought as she felt the cold breeze coming through her small window. She said she should ask Schyle tomorrow if she could block the windows with wooden boards or cloth.
Also about changing clothes and bathing. I don’t want to say that I want to take a bath, so I want to wipe my body with a cloth. Especially if the confinement life continues for a while.
Also, having a female jailer would be very helpful for Shiori. Because she doesn’t have to blush every time she wants to go to the bathroom.
Cold. . . . . .
Shiori closed her eyes and hugged herself. Two topics looped in her head all the time: “It’s cold” and “When will we be able to get out of here?”
She was sorry for causing trouble, but Shiori thought about asking him for help. She can’t go so far as to ask for the charges against her to be cleared, but she may be able to grant her wish to improve the conditions in this overly cold detention room.
It’s a little scary to think about meeting Kurst and if he talks about his engagement. . .
Shiori was depressed thinking about what would happen if Kurst was unfaithful to the princess, but she made up her mind and decided to talk to Schyle tomorrow. Judging from his conversations with Garrell, he should know Kurst.
I hope Kurst remembers me. . .
Shiori closed her eyes in prayer.
What Shiori suddenly felt when she woke up at dawn was not a comfortable slumber, but a lethargy that dominated her whole body. She feels so heavy that she can’t even toss and turn, and her chest tells her she’s sick.
Her throat is a little rough, and her breathing is shallow and rapid.
“Haa, haa. . .”
I must have a cold.
My body is hot even though I have chills. I got a fever from sleeping in such a cold place.
When she finally lifted her eyelids and opened her eyes thinly, her vision started spinning. Reluctantly, she immediately closes her eyes.
Scary. . . . .
I haven’t had anything well up to my throat so far, but I’m still feeling sick that I can’t throw up.
My head hurts, and this is not a mild heat.
I can’t believe I’m getting a fever at a time like this.
As Shiori curses her fragile body, she suddenly hears a noise coming from the corridor. It’s a security patrol.
When she thought that the footsteps of the prison guard moving down the corridor were approaching, they stopped in front of the room. Shiori was sleeping with her face towards the wall, so it couldn’t be seen, but he seemed to be peeking inside through the small window in the door.
Shiori tried to get up and say out loud that she was not feeling well, but it was difficult to put into action even such a simple gesture, and in the end she just flinched lightly.
The prison guard also leaves without noticing Shiori’s rough breathing.
Dawn isn’t far away, and Schyle should probably be here again in the morning. It is impossible that no one will notice that I have a high fever.
However, Shiori, who was already mentally weak, could only imagine dark things.
When I was in Japan, I used to think that if I take medicine for a cold and sleep overnight, I will be cured. There’s no way my cold will go away overnight in this freezing prison, and it’s actually going to get worse and worse.
Besides, I don’t even have the energy to fight a cold. It’s often said that ‘Illness starts with the mind’, but Shiori’s ‘mind’ is no longer good.
Even if you have a cold, if your fever doesn’t go down of you get pneumonia, you can die. . .
Be timid and reach extreme conclusions.
I wonder if I’m going to die. . . Just like this, here, all alone. . .
Without meeting Kurst. . .
Her chest tightens.
The corners of her eyes, which were still closed, slowly leaked tears.
+++
Kurst went to work that morning as usual. He replaces his night-shift colleague to serve as the king’s guard.
However, the king asked him to go see how the concubine was doing, so he followed the instructions and went down the corridor alone.
When he visited the concubine’s room and asked the maid how she was doing, she said that she had recovered even more than yesterday and had a better complexion. It seems that the doctor had already finished the morning examination, so Kurst followed him and asked for a detailed diagnosis.
The doctor is a different person from Syllabus. He is the royal family’s physician, and usually comes to the castle regularly from his mansion.
However, after the incident occurred, he was given a room in the castle by the king so that he could respond immediately even if the concubine’s condition suddenly changed, and he was stationed there.
When Kurst heard the doctor’s report that “both mother and fetus are recovering well and there is no problem,” he left the room with a sense of relief.
And from there, on the way back to the king, he met a group of emaciated people.
The faces are familiar. They are the royal guard knights of the concubine.
However, Schyle is nowhere to be seen. Three slightly younger knights. Everyone was walking down the corridor looking tired, each carrying a number of thick books.
“Are you okay?”
When Kurst unintentionally called out to them, the young knights who were walking slowly straightened their posture. For them, Curst is a dream.
“Those books? Did you do some research on the previous incident?”
With a few greetings, Kurst asked, looking at the large amount of books they had. The royal guards of the concubine have been clarifying the whole incident for the past few days.
“Yeah, the man who is under suspicion of selling the drugs to that maid runs a pharmacy in the city. . . We’re investigating every single thing that was in that store. We couldn’t find anything, but there is one more suspicious thing. . . but the analysis is at a dead end.”
“It’s a suspicious notebook filled with notes written in a foreign language, but we have no idea what country it’s written in.”
“We’ve been looking into it all night, but we can’t decipher it, so we’re going to return these useless books to the castle reference room.”
The three knights answered in turn with sleepy voices. Everyone has dark circles under their eyes.
“I’m impressed with how hard you wok, but if you don’t get enough rest, you’ll collapse.”
When Kurst cared, the three of them laughed troubledly.
“Actually, Schyle-san is pushing us to finish the investigation quickly. . .”
“But we’ll be resting until the afternoon today, so it’s okay. We’ll go back to the dormitory and sleep.”
“I see, then that’s fine. . . By the way, what is that suspicious book?”
Somehow stuck, Kurst asked. He had a feeling that they wanted to return them as soon as possible after they had finished staying up all night, but the fact that it was written in a foreign language made him very curious for some reason. He was driven by the desire to see it with his own eyes.
“It’s here.”
One of the knights pointed at the top of the pile of books he was holding. Kurst walks up to him and picks up the thin, white notebook.
“Since there is a picture of medicinal herbs attached, I think it is a memo on how to make medicine, but it may be an illegal method of manufacturing medicine. . .”
“Other books confiscated from the store are written in the language of this country, but it worries me that this is so different. They wrote it in-in other words, they might have written something that they wanted to hide from others.”
“Come to think of it, I heard that the employee of the pharmacy the Schyle-san and the others detained the day before yesterday seems to be a foreigner. . .”
The other knights stared at the knight muttering as if he remembered.
“Huh? So this memo was written by the employee in their own language? I mean, why didn’t you say that sooner, you idiot! If we ask they what country they’re from, we might be able to decipher it!”
“Wah, I’m sorry. . . When I received that report, I was concentrating on another investigation, so I completely forgot because it had nothing to do with it.”
“You forgot! Give me back my all-nighter!”
The clamoring voices of the three knights, however, did not reach Kurst’s ears as he stared at the open notebook.
Kurst recognized these characters, this handwriting.
