Hey, Your Majesty!　Your body is no better!
Oh, Count Balsa. I'm all right, as you can see. You look worried.

　His Majesty answers a toad that jumps into the dining room. He beats his chest to show it to her.

''Is that so...? Haha, that's a good thing. It's good to see you........

　The Count rubs his hands with a lazy sweat and a drawn-out smile. The king watches it with a cold gaze. Ah, the king must have noticed this too. This is the culprit.

I thought it was all over for a while, but Fuyu-dono immediately eradicated the poison. It's just a matter of luck. It was a close call.

　Hearing the king's statement, Count Baldy glares hatefully at me. Hey, hey, easy to understand!　I can't think of anyone else who did it.

''So, Fuyao-san. What are you going to do with all these people?

　A jade-haired woman with a golden tin cane, the court wizard Miss Charlotte, asks me.
　Gathered in the grand dining room are His Majesty the King, Princess Yumina, Queen Euell, Duke Ortlinde, General Leon, Ms. Charlotte, Doctor Raoul, Mr. Oliga, and Count Barsa.
　With everyone standing, I speak out in front of them all.

''As you all know, His Majesty the King has been poisoned. As you all know, His Majesty the King was poisoned. This place has been left as it was. Well, the food on the menu has gone cold. And the culprit behind this attempt on the king's life...

　After a long pause, I opened my mouth.

'There's a killer in here.'

　I wish I had said that line!
　The atmosphere changes with a whimper, and Olga's complexion changes. The fox's ears are pinned up and its eyes appeal to me, saying, No, it's not me. I know, I know.
　Seeing Olga-san's pale face, the mouth of Count Balsa, who was next to her, fishes up.
　Wow, it's a clammy face. He didn't seem to notice because he was looking at Olga-san, but everyone else is looking at that bald count, "That's him, right? I looked at him and said. It's not like everyone but Olga-san knows the culprit....

''First of all, this poisoned wine...''

　He held the bottle of wine brought to him by the general and pointed to it in his hand.

'You're sure this is the wine Olga-san gave you?
It was a gift from me, but I am not a poisonous...!
Shut up!　You beastmen!　You're still shamelessly cutting off the syllables..............na!

　With Toad cursing Origa-san ugly, I gulp down that wine in a single gulp with a trumpet drink.
　I'm underage, but that's fine, it's a different world!

Yeah, it's good!

　Don!　And set the bottle down on the table. Honestly, though, I didn't get much of a taste for it. I'm underage!
　When I looked around, everyone was looking at me with their mouths wide open.

''And, Fuyu-dono!　Dude, are you okay?
Don't worry, General. I mean, there's no poison in this wine.
What?

　What do you mean?　Apart from everyone else who was wondering, an uncommon amount of sweat was lazily running down the count's face. He's in a hurry, he's in a hurry.

Now, we are going to bring out a rare wine made by a special method. It's made in the east and is one of the finest wines I've ever known.

　I pour the "cheap wine" I had prepared, with a label in hiragana that says "Bojreunu-Bo" on it, into an empty wine glass on an empty table, as if it were expensive, and no one was sitting at the table.

'This wine will help you find the culprit,'

　He held the wine glass up to the chandelier and let the glimmer of glow-in-the-dark separation dance. He walked towards everyone standing away from the table and offered it directly to the General.

'Would you mind if I had a drink?'

　The General looked quizzical, but drank it down as it was, and emptied his glass.

'How does it taste?'
'Mmm!　This is great!　I've never tasted anything like it before!　Good!　How about you, Count?

　Ugh, sticking point. The general spoke to the count "as I instructed".

'What?　Huh, then....

　The Count nodded, and his face changed as I picked up the top seat at the table, "the glass that was placed on the King's seat," and began to pour the wine in front of him.

'I'd love to have the Count give me a taste of it,'
No, I don't...!
So-so.

　I catch the Count backing away and force him to hold the glass of wine.

"Come on, gulp it down.

　He calls out to the Count with a big smile on his face. But the Count, sweating from the fat sweat, won't sip his glass for any length of time.

'What's the matter, Count. Don't you want a drink?
What? No, no, I mean...!

　At His Majesty the King's words, the hand holding the glass began to tremble finely as his eyes scurried around. Oops, I can't let him drop the glass.

''........Can't you drink?　Well, then, if you're feeling presumptuous, let me help you with that.
'What?　Mug!　Ughhhh?

　I take up the glass and forcefully pour it into the Count's mouth. The Count swallows the wine somewhat reflexively, although he is pouting, and is appalled by the fact.

''Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Uh, help! The poison! Poisonous! I'm dead! I'm dying.

　The toad holds his throat and writhes around. It is rolling around on the floor in anguish, wannabe arms trembling, struggling.
　I wonder what it is. People can do so much with just their assumptions.

Ughhhh!　Oh, my God, it's painful! The poison! The poison! Help, help...!
Oh, that's okay. That's a new glass.
I'm dying.

　With a scowl on his face, the Count stops lolling about. He gets up and lightly rubs his throat.

'....It's nothing.
Of course it is. It's just a cheap wine. I apologize for forcing you to drink it. But,

　After a beat I ask the core of the question.

'What made you think it was poisoned?'
Ugh!

　The Count's expression freezes. That's right. Right now, this man revealed his horse legs. He was frightened by a poison he hadn't entered, and he was screaming that he had taken it. The ignorant man would not have acted as such. I'm at a loss to tell you.

"What do you mean by that?

　The duke asks me.

'The poison was not on the wine Mr. Olga gave you, but was applied to the king's glass.
A glass of...?　No wonder they didn't find any poison in the wine.
'I could tell right away because I have the ability to detect poison. The culprit should be a cook or a waiter, or something like that. Now it was just a matter of finding out how to track down the real culprit, the mastermind behind the crime, but it was all too easy.

　Well, I couldn't imagine anyone else as the culprit. I thought I should have been able to avoid making an excuse, but it's a bit of a letdown if it's too easy to get away with.
　It was a common trick (though it's not something I'd call it). If it wasn't for me, I'm sure someone would have figured out the truth right away.
　Well, I've always wanted to play a detective, at least once.

I...

　The toad rushed towards the door in a flash. I don't like giving up. In the end, this man was incompetent and didn't think twice; he was a little scoundrel who thought he was superior, so to speak. But since the king was about to die because of that stupid idea, his crime is serious.

"Slip.
Wow!

　Sutin! And the Count falls with great vigor, hitting the back of his head on the floor with a thud.

''Noo!''

　Then Origa-san's powerful kick exploded into his throat, as if he was putting a grudge on it, and he let go of his consciousness. Oh, that looks painful.