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　In the midst of the slumber of being submerged in mud, the girl found the light through her eyelids. When she woke up, her eyelids, which should have lifted naturally, were awfully heavy and would not open, as if they were stuck together.
　A faint light leaks out and she finally opens her eyes.

　The intense light that flickers into my eyes gradually activates my brain. I focus, only to see a blank wall blocking my gaze.

'You're finally awake,'

　The girl turned her attention to the heavy, fatiguing words hitting her eardrums. She found herself lying on her back. But her face was fixed or unable to move, and her mouth was filled with a foreign object, like a mouthpiece, that allowed her to breathe except for her breathing.

'Are you fully conscious?　You remember what you did, don't you?

　She nodded according to the voice that made her feel mature, that there was no muddled consciousness or lack of memory.
　The girl instantly checked her situation, even if she only understood that she was probably still on the bed during that time. She tried to wriggle her body around, but it didn't jump from the tips of her fingers to the tips of her feet.
　The girl looked down to the limit and saw a faint reflection of the thick restraints.

'Noir Valis Oud. The only daughter of the Oud family, no doubt?

　That's my name.
　It was so hard to pin down until she was told. To her, a name is nothing more than a distinguishing signal to distinguish between individuals. And yet, the word "Oud family" is the only word that lingers in the mind.

　That means, of course, that she has parents too. It's just that simple, but for some reason it hurts deep in your chest.

　As if in resignation, Noir nodded, staring only at the white ceiling.

　In addition to the straitjacket that covers his entire body on the bed, Noir's body is secured to the bed. Right beside him, an IV drip is extending into the restraint suit where it is stuck.
　However, Noir himself did not question the current state of affairs as this was happening. If he went back to his most recent memory, he was in intense pain that would have made him frown.

　The fight with Ars, which had been a sweet time, seemed somehow distant.

　The man, who must have gotten up, walked towards Cuttler and Noir. A hulking, shrouded body enters Noir's view and casts a shadow.
　It was the person she had missed.

''It's going to be hard to talk to you as it is,''

　As he says this, a lumpy hand comes down and removes the plate-like thing that held his head in place. Then, dexterously, a finger extends into his mouth and takes the threaded mouthpiece.

'Visaisto socurrent........'

　Not reacting to it, Vizayst returned to his original place and sat back in his chair.

　He was even able to bend his neck, but Noir didn't move as he stared at the ceiling. There was no way to determine if it was just a lack of strength, though.

'Honestly, I'm surprised you survived that wound,'

　His slightly tilted face received a thin smile as only his eyes were turned to Vizayst.


His Excellency Morweld....

　Noir asked, interrupting Viziest's words and pouting emotionlessly.

　Somewhat predictably, Vizayst choked up for a moment. She depended on Morweld. That was unsettling.

'You've been asleep for two days. I'm sorry, but I've had the treatment stopped at the non-life-threatening stage. If you try to act up, it'll only make it worse. Don't worry, I promise to get you back on track in that area as soon as you answer all of our questions.
'It doesn't matter which one it is but is it more important that you are as good as I am?
'Oh...'
Yes, sir. He's gone.
Morweld threw up everything in the next room.

　Yes, the raid had been enforced by Beric at the time Morweld mobilized his entire private army to kill Ars.
　As a result, illegal drugs were being manufactured in the basement. Other evidence of legal violations had been found one after another.

　Naturally, a torture chamber in a hidden room was also discovered. A great deal of blood was found, reminding us of the age of the room. The blood stains were blackened, as if they had been painted over many times.

　That alone was reason enough to catch Morweld.

　But there was something else that was extremely important.

'Sorry to wake you up so soon, but I'll be the first to tell you one thing.
If you've told me everything, Excellency, I'll tell you everything you need to know.

　He looked at the ceiling with vague, empty eyes, and only his mouth moved eerily. It was a lifeless, mechanical movement, but it was Vizayst who had bought this role.
　Of course, there was an unspoken promise to Ars.

'There is a strong possibility that Morweld was involved in the accident of the Oud family eight years ago. We have not found any conclusive evidence on this, as it was eight years ago, but Morweld threw up.
..........

　Viziest continued without a word to Noir, who stared at the ceiling without changing his expression.

　The Oud family was small, but they had earned a knighthood. And the head of the family belonged to the army and served as Morweld's assistant.
　The military doesn't fully understand how it happened, but the couple was attacked by assailants on their way home from an inter-aristocratic get-together, and both men were murdered while protecting their wives.

　When they had finished talking about this incident in passing. Noir muttered a single word in a cold tone of voice.

''So?''
..........

　Her parents could have been killed. If it was by Morweld, nothing would be projected into her consciousness.
　She would be burned with burning hatred. That was normal and normal.

　But the noir in front of her didn't even change its expression and didn't shake her mind at all.

　Vizayst looked at her and listened.... and gently closed his eyes. An anger rises up against whomever it is against, mixed with a pity that cools it off.
　Once to calm his mind, Vizayst let out a breath.

'I'm still sick. Let's leave it at that for today. You get some more sleep too, tomorrow the interviews should last from morning to night.'
..........
Also, the device on his neck detects magic. If you try to escape, a nerve anesthetic will be injected into your body.

　Without even checking the black collar on his neck, Noir simply replied, "I know.

　Having entered the authentication code, Viziest turned around as the door slid open.

'Yes, I almost forgot. 'Yes, I almost forgot,' he said, 'Arus sent me a message. 'Come and get my head whenever you want it,' he said.

　With his back turned, he let loose a word he didn't expect to hear in reply, and Vizayst ducked through the door.
　The door closed, and a clattering locking sound could be heard. All the lights in the room were turned off, and Noir still had his perspective fixed on the ceiling in the pitch black room.

　She closed her eyes and tried not to make even the sound of breathing, sharpening her nerves at the slight vibrating sounds and footsteps she could feel with her entire body.

　Noir smiled quietly, not knowing if this place was even underground. Then, after confirming that there are no surveillance cameras in the room, he removes the joint.

　--Sweet. They're going to hold him like this? I don't understand why they haven't killed him yet. I'm going to go through the motions, if you don't mind.

Huh?

　My side emitted a creaking pain as I just twisted around, and I bit my lip to endure it. The pain was back, after all.
　I let out a slow, feverish breath in my trembling throat.
　A sensation spreads inside my body, as if my bones were scraping beyond the limits of mobility with a crunch. From the tips of his fingers, he carefully formed a magic sword formed with magic power and cut into the restraints.

　My eyes go to my neck, and when I make sure the collar doesn't react, I slide the magic sword into the collar. This is the amount of magic power that is leaking out of everyone's body at this level. The fact that it doesn't react is to be expected, it probably won't react unless it's the amount of magic power needed to build up to magic.

　As I crawled out of the restraints, I walked along the wall to the door with unremarkable steps along the wall. The thin patient's garment was aligned in front of him on both sides.
　And when you hit the panel where you enter the authentication code, you open your closed eyes.
　I've gotten used to being able to see a thin layer of it.

　Noir, who had been watching Viziest's finger movements, moved his fingers in exactly the same way while holding his sides.
　The lock unlocks and the door slides open. Even the aisle was dyed completely dark, but I only peeked out my face to see if anyone was there.

　--no one is there.

　I walked to the next room, reclining along the wall with no room for questioning. Step by step, I move my feet, biting off the pain. Each time, as if something was knocking at the door of my brain, it knocked on the door of my memory.

　--There are no parents. I was never there from the beginning. I've always been alone.

　My head begins to ache with throbbing. One thing after another comes back to me that I don't need to think about. Noir shook his head to shake it off. He felt like his brain was already messed up.
　No need to think about anything else. As always, don't let anyone intrude on your thoughts as you've lived them before.

'Quickly, we have to let His Excellency go...'

　When I arrived right next to it, the same panel was still there.
　I hesitated whether I should forcefully destroy it and rescue it, but I tried the same authentication code first.

　The light that told him it was locked switched to blue, indicating that it was unlocked, and Noir felt a pang of relief.
　There was no plan. Only to help Morweld as it was imprinted, and that was the only thing that preceded it.

　He peers inside the pitch-black interior of the room. The darkness was coiled as if it were settled. When his familiar eyes see that the interior looks much the same as the place he was in, he shifts his gaze to the bed in the corner.
　The excitement of a person's presence, but he didn't wear a noir-like straitjacket. On the contrary, the quilt was draped over him as if he was normally sleeping soundly.

'Sir?'

　The sleeping figure did not respond to the question that seemed to be forcibly twisted out of him.
　He staggered up to the bed and looked into the familiar silhouette of the face. Then he gently put his hand along his cheek as if to confirm.

''Aha... my lord...''

　Noir's face twisted ugly as he peered at her at such close range that the tip of her nose touched. The smile that naturally flooded his face was never a relief that he was alive.
　Noir didn't even think about it. The fact that Morweld was in this room was inexplicably funny.
　He climbed over the bed to straddle the black silhouette. It sank down with a sizzle.

　The sticky gaze stares at the black face as if it were unfocused.

　The reason I came here was to rescue........supposedly. But something crumbled noisily in Noir, so much so that it was instantly forgotten.

'You killed my mum and dad?　Sir, oh, I've done a bad thing, sir.

　The bed creaks as the creak and noir weighs up and down and the bed screams.

'It doesn't matter, I don't even remember my mom and dad's faces, so it doesn't matter. Yhih, because that's what His Excellency taught me.

　With the momentum of bouncing up and down, Noir combined his hands and swung them high. Then he swung down on his face.
　Again and again and again and again........

　Something liquid-like splashed out, but Noir ignored it and continued.
　Noir continued to wave his arms for an hour, not taking into account the life and death of Morweld, who was only being beaten silently.

'Cackle!

　The arm snaps to a halt and I stand up slowly. Magic flowed and magic manifested.
　A prickling pain in the neck, but Noir couldn't be aware of it now.

　Instantly, a thin mist with a scythe pointed the cutting edge at his heart, and although the degree of fixation was weak because it wasn't used in conjunction with AWR, the scythe was the only thing that made him feel mass like an entity.

''Bye-bye, my lord.''

　Tears were wetting his cheeks and falling from his chin.

　And the scythe was sucked into the heart without any stagnation. However, right after the tip was slightly pierced, the scythe dissipated and disappeared as if nothing had happened.
　At the same time, as if a thread had broken, Noir's consciousness faded and he collapsed.


　The eyelashes, wet with tears, would not dry up for a while. Because the tears will not stop even if you pass out.