#188. do you know what’s fun?
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A quaint house with chocolate doors, crackers walls and candy glass windows.
There, a dark-red haired woman who wove the sugar threads pulled out by cookie spiders into a spinning wheel and made a cloud of cotton candy and floated it in the air.
Sir blinked his eyes.
“Is that kind of joke fashionable these days in your generation, sweetheart?”
“My generation is over a long time ago. Jokes like this have never been popular, then or now. Finally, I ask you not to call me baby.”
“But it’s such an outrageous story. The children died because of the London showdown.”
‘Not pretending.’
Limon clicked his tongue inwardly.
It’s just nonsense.
Just by looking at that interesting look, I could tell that Sir had already understood the general situation.
But he didn’t bother to point it out.
Pretending not to know what you don’t know, pretending to know what you don’t know.
That’s why Limon deliberately gave a cold explanation.
“Of course it has to do with it. The one who created the London battle system is the witch of the 27th line of magic.”
“That’s a bit of an exaggeration, isn’t it? All they did was grease it at best.”
“That’s right, I know an old woman like you. Anyway, kids these days know that.”
“Huh… So you’re saying that’s the reason why the culprit killed the children of the 27th line of magic?”
As if I understood then.
Sir shook his head.
Then, he stopped the spinning wheel, stretched out one hand, and placed the cookie spider on the back of his hand, smiling strangely.
“To get rid of the gloomy hour?”
If the citizens of London had heard that, everyone would have laughed.
Between noon and 1:00 p.m., the hour of twilight, when fog covers everything between bells and bells, is a curse rooted to the bottom of London.
It is a remnant of the Demon God War, which was declared impossible even by adults invited by the Holy League in the past.
Getting rid of it was already considered a joke in London to make the sun rise in the west.
But no one would dare to laugh if they knew who was behind it.
Just like Limon now.
“Well, I don’t know. All I know is that the magic lord is working for it.”
Magic Lord Carl Amadeus.
Limone frowned as he recalled the goal he had told Rose about to rid London of the ‘dark hour’.
No matter what anyone says, he may not be the strongest among monarchs, but he is said to be the greatest genius.
He interpreted the principle of magic-type skills that had been treated as garbage and made them into top-notch skills, and he had the authority to make any impossible think ‘maybe?’.
“Ah, according to what you said, the magic lord, that bastard, is the prime suspect.”
“…Cheap?”
Shir ate the cookie spider that was crawling on the back of his hand by letting it come in between his slightly parted lips and biting it off.
She continued languidly, running her tongue through the cookie crumbs on her lips.
“There are shoots, but there are no cheap ones. It’s not enough to be called a magic lord, he’s a kid who sells the name of the 27th line of magic at will.”
“Ah that. Come to think of it, why did you just leave it alone?”
“What if I don’t let you go? If I had fought, I would have lost.”
“Is that too?”
Limon sighed.
The Age of Iron, where even the now-sword master is treated as a degenerate, and the Seven Dragons barely thrive on the power of money.
There was no way that the witches, who had no insignificant power, could stand against the teenage guild.
Of course, if Shire came out, it would have been possible to harass the Magus Guild even if he didn’t fight
…
“Anyway, I wouldn’t be surprised if that bastard was the culprit. Because she hated us witches before.”
“Why is that?”
“Do you know that I am? It is not once or twice that we are persecuted for no reason.”
“I don’t think that’s what you’re talking about, but… Anyway, let’s investigate the magic lord more intensively.”
“You mean without hitting the neck right away?”
“Because the magic lord is still only a suspect.”
Limon cut it off.
It couldn’t be a coincidence that the witches started dying while Carol was moving to get rid of the dark time.
However, it was impossible to conclude that Carol was the culprit.
At least the Blue Dragon clan, the royal family, and the top tier of the Magus Guild should know about Carol’s movements.
If so, one of them could have been plotting to get something out of this opportunity.
For example, people like the Liberation Brigade planted spies and tricksters everywhere.
‘Hmm, I don’t know if those bastards are entangled in this matter as well.’
Limon narrowed his eyes.
Of course, there was no reason to be sure of the liberation brigade’s intervention.
However, considering the past, when even Lee Chun-gi was moved by the crew, there was a good chance that the Liberation Brigade was behind this.
That’s why he put the Liberation Brigade as a suspect after the Blue Dragon Clan and the Magus Guild in the first place.
‘It’s a pity that the tail doesn’t move yet.’
Did you come to work?
Or are you here for sightseeing?
For a moment, he clicked his tongue as he recalled what happened to Claire, who was living so leisurely that it was impossible to tell them apart.
Limon asked what came to his mind.
“Come to think of it, I’m sorry. How did your request go?”
“Ah, is that what you mean? To put it bluntly, it’s half and half.”
Right.
Sir snapped his fingers.
Then, some of the floating cotton candy clouds fell down and stopped right in front of Limon, holding out a small case.
Limon took the case straight away and opened it.
Then he narrowed his eyes to see what was inside.
“This?”
“It is the successful one.”
“…How can the bell become like this if it succeeds?”
“To begin with, bells are too old-fashioned. It’s ambiguous to find the target only by the ringing sound.”
“So you made it with a smartphone?”
“Thank you. It’s a special special that not only strengthened the original search function, but also added additional effects.”
Take a moment to look at the luxurious smartphone in the case with suspicious eyes.
Once he took it out, Limon twitched his eyebrows.
This is because the moment you hold it in your hand, the smartphone screen automatically turns on and a picture in the shape of a concentric circle comes to mind.
A single dot blinking in line with the occasional wave on the black screen is like…
“…Radar?”
“How are you? I have applied some cutting-edge technology.”
Limon put on a subtle expression as he saw Syrr, who was flattered that even magic should follow the trend.
This is because I was worried for a while whether the technology that had been used since World War II could be called cutting-edge technology.
But fortunately, that is not the only function of the smartphone.
“Try using the shooting mode. Then you will know more clearly.”
“Hmm?”
Limon was puzzled, but tried using his smartphone’s photo function to point in the direction the radar dots were shining.
And briefly admired.
A table made of whole cakes on one side of the house.
It was because when I projected it on my smartphone, the image of a violin emitting haze-like brilliance while hidden inside a cake clearly appeared on the screen.
“Oh, this certainly sounds like cutting-edge technology.”
“Of course, who made it?”
“Yeah, I admit it’s great.”
Limond also agreed with Sir’s words this time.
It was not enough to fix the already broken bell, so to make it a new one with a radar and a perspective function added.
It was something only a witch of her level could do.
“First of all, there are two things to be careful about. First of all, don’t trust that radar too much. If the detection target is hidden behind a strong barrier or seal, accuracy will drop.”
“That much doesn’t matter, but what about the second point?”
“If at all possible, don’t use the shooting function for people.”
“why? Are there even ultraviolet rays?”
“No, the clothes are also transparent.”
“…cancellation of what you said was great, you damn old woman.”
“Why? It’s something every man dreams of.”
“That’s something only a voyeur would do.”
Limon held back the smartphone he was about to throw away and put it in his pocket.
It’s a problem even if you shoot a woman, but what kind of terrible video will come out if you shoot a man with this.
Just imagining it made me frown, but I couldn’t destroy the only magic tool that could find the Seven Arcs.
One time to let out a sigh.
Limon asked, taking out a deep-black violin from the cake table that was wide apart and putting it in the box next to it.
“So what about the investigation of this violin?”
“I’m sorry, but that’s a failure.”
“…A witch your size couldn’t figure out anything?”
“I did find out a few things. It’s because I can’t figure out the most important thing.”
“What did you find out?”
“First of all, it’s almost certain that this violin has something unrelated to magic or skill.”
Sir said languidly.
To be honest, it was really meaningless information.
Since the bell to find the Seven Arcs held a special mystery, it would have been rather disappointing if the Seven Arcs were a product of simple magic or skill.
“The interesting thing is that it was nested in a form close to a seal.”
“seal?”
“okay. Why do you sometimes use a powerful holy relic or magical tool as a barrier to seal something inside? It was like that.”
Limon narrowed his eyes.
It was because I could see what Shir evaluated as ‘interesting’ as much as he had experienced many magics and magic tools.
“In short, this violin was used as a ‘vessel’, but the important thing is the ‘contents’?”
“It is rare that the contents are less valuable than the original bowl. Even more so if the bowl is a divine magic tool.”
“…surely, it’s fun.”
From the very beginning, this deep black violin itself was a masterpiece made by a saint over a lifetime and cursed by Sir.
It was a cursed item, but if you only consider the magical power granted to it, it was a treasure worthy of being counted among ten fingers throughout human history.
But what if you could use this kind of magic tool as a bowl?
I don’t know what was inside, but the liberation brigade put everything aside and tried to find it.
“I’m just asking to confirm. Did you find out about its contents or how to break the seal?”
“I told you it was a failure.”
“Hmm, then there’s nothing you can do about it.”
Limon nodded.
Even if I didn’t find out the most important thing, it became clear that Seven Arks was not just a magic tool.
Just knowing that fact was worth entrusting Sir with the violin’s investigation.
‘…Come to think of it, why is the stupid princess so late in contacting her?’
Remembering Ainsha, who had been entrusted with the investigation of Muse’s adulthood, Limon put on a suspicious expression.
Considering the information power of the Seven Dragons, I thought that the results would come out faster, but I still haven’t been contacted.
‘He must be doing something stupid again.’
It was time for Limon to organize his thoughts, thinking that the White Dragon Clan must have belonged to the White Dragon Clan.
As if he had suddenly remembered Sir, he added one more word.
“Oh and baby. There is one more interesting thing.”
“What else?”
To Limon, who had a questionable expression on his face, Sir said with a meaningful expression on his face.
“That violin…”
