Chapter 321 – Undercover Investigation

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The two of them sitting at a table in the garden—no, a strange tension was flowing between the two undead.

No matter where you look, it wasn’t the relationship between Beatrix and Layla that Cleon knew.

On the contrary, they even felt hostility toward each other.

Besides, what bothered me was, of course, the completely different Beatrix in front of me.

A soft smile with a warm impression, polite attitude, and caring eyes that always pay attention to those around them.

Even so, the girl with a mixture of pitifulness, as if she was always trying to maintain a bright expression, was the girl Cleon knew, Beatrix.

Since she was with her right before she fell into the rift of her dimension her, she could not have misremembered him as Cleon.

But what about the girl in front of you?

With sharp eyes, a cold expression that doesn’t show any gaps.

And, the corner of the mouth of her that was twisted, and the dry eyes seemed to be laughing at the other person somewhere.

Above all, the smell of blood wafting from all over the body.

If Layla felt relatively similar to the Layla she knew, Beatrix was the complete opposite of that, distorted to a degree that she could never have imagined from her usual self her.

Could this also be the result of losing her memories of her and suppressing her ego of her?

No, it’s definitely not something that can happen on its own.

Something happened to her during her lifetime her, to such an extent that the character would remain after her death her.

Unless there is an incident that could twist the existence of a girl named Beatrix.

Besides, perhaps because of her personality her, Lyla and Beatrix in this world didn’t seem to get along very well.

It’s been several minutes since we looked at each other and exchanged greetings.

The two of them, who had been sparing their words while staring into each other’s eyes, just maintained a cold atmosphere without saying a word.

[No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t seem like a relationship like a work colleague…]

It seems that Cleon’s thoughts flowed through her thoughts to Layla, and Layla responded telepathically without changing her expression.

[That’s right. ‘Cause we’re blind to each other Even if the work is the same, the position is different]

“I don’t think there’s anything as meaningless as the time spent staring at each other like this. Death Knight.”

While answering Cleon, Lyla speaks to Beatrix with her mouth her.

After hearing her words of her, the Death Knight replied without changing her expression of her.

“I wonder if there’s any reason to be in such a hurry, Rich. In our world, nothing will change even if we leave it alone. Rather, I think it’s strange that you care so much about time.”

“Unlike you, I have a separate job that I have been specially commanded by the Goddess.”

Layla raised her voice and answered, as if Beatrix’s words her had taken her to heart.

“I’ve known that story for hundreds of years, but you know it. If the study of magic brings changes to this realm, it breaks the rules of this realm—”

Beatrix’s left hand her went down to the scabbard at her waist.

Cleon was nervous watching it, but Layla looked at her with her confident expression as if she was used to it.

There was a clicking sound and the sound of the sword slipping out of the scabbard.

It was a threat.

“Just as you were ordered to ‘develop magic’, I also have an order. To judge those who break the rules.”

In other words, the goddess of death is extremely reluctant to change this world for some reason, and she has set up Beatrix-Death Knight as her representative.

Lyla looked disapprovingly at Beatrix, who seemed to be ready to cut her down if she did anything wrong, then put her arms on the table and rested her chin.

“…So pointless. To have to watch a tight-fisted guy with no flexibility waste my time.”

“…”

The bloody atmosphere between the two naturally makes Cleon’s shoulders narrow.

Most of all, just a while ago, I had just seen two people with the same face clinging to each other.

Even if he knew that he was from another world, the temperature difference made Cleon dizzy.

However, soon, Lila’s words continued.

“—I’d like to, but, well, okay. It’s pointless to fight like this all the time.

“…A gift…?”

Death Knight’s eyebrows wriggled at Layla’s words of her, which had no choice but to be suspicious no matter how he accepted them.

In case of emergency, she pulls out her sword and has the momentum to sever the gift given to her.

Cleon sensed that the crisis detection skill was activating in an instant, but tried to step back-

“Where are you going?”

At the sensation of Lila lifting herself, she tries to shout ‘Let this go!’

However-

“Nyaa!”

What flowed from her mouth was a cute cat’s cry.

Cleon, who had been able to speak normally until just now, was visibly embarrassed to find that he could suddenly make only cat sounds.

If you say the culprit, it must be the work of Lyla, who has revived this body and endowed her with magical powers.

[Hey! What are you doing!]

[Be patient. If you help me, I will repay you properly.]

When Cleon protests, Lyla says so through her telepathy her, and she smiles and shows the black cat to Beatrix.

“It’s okay. Cat.”

“…”

Beatrix narrowed her eyes and looked alternately at Cleon and Layla.

Without saying anything, as I watched her eyes her move, it was as if a look of suspicion was directed towards Layla, like, ‘Are you insane?’

[…Is this okay?]

[Don’t worry. I’ve already investigated that this guy likes cute things.]

“…Are they properly undead?”

Beatrix cleared her throat and spoke in a calm voice.

“Yes, that’s right. The only thing I have to report to today is this kid.”

“Additional undead… If so, they must have been ‘buried’ properly, right?”

When Beatrix’s eyes sharpened once more, Layla responded with a deft nod of her head.

“Of course.”

[…What is a store?]

[I’m talking about turning a corpse that has been resurrected as an undead back into a corpse. It was to keep the number of undead always constant. If an undead rises from the graveyard, you have to turn the undead that was already active into a corpse and bury it.]

Is that also a rule for that changing realm?

There is no end to doubts about whether there is a meaning, but if a guy called God says so, these two people will have no choice but to obey it.

“…There were no newly resurrected undead today. So, there were no burials.”

Beatrix answered that in a relatively calm manner, but her eyes were glancing at Cleon.

Apparently, the cat seemed concerned.

“But, I don’t know what you mean by that cat as a gift. Aren’t the animal world undead your officials?”

When Beatrix asked a question, as if not understanding Layla’s intentions her, Layla nodded her head in reply.

“Yes, that’s right. But you, from time to time, secretly came to our graveyard to see the animal undead. I wondered if you wanted to raise animals too.”

“That, that’s…”

Beatrix stuttered as if taken aback by Layla’s words her.

He probably didn’t think it was visible.

[Hey, I bet you really don’t intend to hand me over as a pet.]

[Of course not. What I want to ask of you is… Check the ‘magic sword’ she has for execution.]

Cleon’s thoughts seemed to freeze for a moment at those words.

Beatrix Hugh Truss was also a magician in her own world.

My partner’s name is Ariadne.

It is a powerful out-of-standard demonic sword equipped with the ability to create labyrinths.

Sneaking, Cleon’s gaze turned to the sword hanging from Beatrix’s waist in her.

It was a great sword, but it didn’t look like a demonic sword.

In other words, the black she is wearing right now is an ordinary sword.

[What do you want to check?]

[If you look at the demonic sword with your own eyes, I can also identify the demonic sword through your eyesight. The magic sword is one of the most mysterious tools in the world. Even if you ask that guy to show it to you, you’ve been rejected for hundreds of years. You just need to confirm it so that it can be analyzed.]

Cleon almost let out a sigh when he heard her, but he barely held back—

“Nya, meow…”

As if imitating a normal cat, it made cat noises from its mouth her.

“Well. Growing all the time when we meet is tiring. Why don’t you try animal therapy too?”

Beatrix met Cleon’s eyes with a slightly complicated look.

It was as if he hadn’t even imagined that what was inside was human.

So, it took a few seconds for the two of them to cross their eyes.

“…Okay.”

Beatrix nodded, accepting Lyla’s offer.

[Great. As planned.]

Hearing her lila laugh at her inside her though Cleon felt a little guilty about her.

It was also true that he was concerned about the demonic sword that Beatrix possessed.

[…What kind of magic sword is she holding?]

[I don’t know that, so I’m asking you to check it. All I know is that it was a gift directly from the Goddess of Death.]

As Leila spoke to Cleon, she stood up from the chair in front of the table.

“Well then, today’s work is over, so let’s go back soon.”

“Yes… Tomorrow, again at this time.”

Watching Lyla carefully place her Cleon her on her table, Beatrix endured the itching of her fingers, hoping that Lyla would quickly turn her back and return to her workshop her.

That way, you’ll be able to pick up the cat in front of your eyes.

Without saying goodbye, Lila turned and walked away from her table.

[Then, please take care of me. When she returns, her body will be cured safely.]

Hoping to live by Layla’s words, Cleon walked slowly over the table and looked up at Beatrix.

Cat noises were still all that came out of his mouth his, but it might have been better than this.

If he had been able to speak human language, he might have unknowingly speak human language.

“…Are you gone?”

Beatrix waited out of sight for Layla to disappear beyond her mist.

Soon, seeing that she had completely disappeared, she carefully reached out and grabbed Cleon’s body of hers.

Her hands her -I don’t know if it’s because she’s been holding the sword for so many years, but there are calluses all over her hands her.

Even with empty words, it was hard to get the feeling of being soft or pleasant to the touch.

But- Cleon as a soldier, looking at her calluses her.

You could feel how many hours she had spent wielding her sword, trying to become stronger, and putting into practice what she had learned.

Could it be that the mind is being led by the possessed body?

When the cat licked the calluses on Beatrix’s hands, Beatrix seemed a little surprised.

She took the cat in her arms of her, unable to contain the cuteness she felt about the little creature, which she could feel even within her suppressed emotions of her.

“Geek.”

At Beatrix’s sudden embrace of her, Cleon’s mouth sounds like a cat or a human.

Even for Beatrix, who had become almost unmanned, was there no problem with her body proportions her?

Next to Quon, you’ll be buried between her huge breasts her with a feminine body.

“I’m going to have to brush my hair when I go back to the dorm. Richie, even though his fur his is full of dirt, you brought him back…”

Beatrix, who had said that in a more relaxed manner and brushed off the dirt from the cat’s back her, began walking slowly with Cleon still in her arms.

If you walk between the eastern cemeteries, where the scenery is not too different from the cemeteries in the west.

Through the fog, I could see a small, not very large cabin.

‘… It’s almost the same as the cabin Layla was in.’

In a structure that seemed to be symmetrical to a mirror, there was only the decoration of the shamanistic meaning that existed in Layla’s cabin.

“Okay… Starting today, this is your house. Please take good care of me… Cat.”

Beatrix, who was talking as she dropped Cleon inside her house her, seemed to have stopped trying to name Cleon something of her own.

It must be following the policy of the Goddess of Death, who said that names have no meaning in this world.

Unlike Lyla, I felt a little uncomfortable with Beatrix’s attitude to her, which almost seemed to have blind faith in Beatrix.

[You went inside properly. How about something that looks like a magic sword?]

At that time, Layla’s voice came from Cleon’s ears to her.

When Cleon turned around at her question, he saw something wrapped in a black cloth hanging on the wall.

Judging by its length and thickness, it is about the size of a one-handed sword.

[It’s plausible…But I don’t know if it’s right because it’s wrapped in cloth.]

[Check that first.]

At Lyla’s unreasonable request, Cleon shut her mouth for a moment.

With Beatrix rummaging through the closet looking for a comb?

And, as if Cleon’s thoughts were conveyed to Layla, she told Layla not to worry.

[It’s not difficult to summon that woman. I want you to check the sword while he’s gone.]

The next moment, a huge explosion sounded outside the house.

Powerful vibrations that do not stop at just sound, but are transmitted through the ground and air.

Beatrix, who was searching for a comb with a smile on her face, looked surprised at the sudden sound and vibration, then looked down at Cleon and talked.

“Sorry, I’ll brush it up a little later.”

After saying that, Cleon quietly looked at her back as she immediately left the room.

[What did you do…?]

[This is the person who used a large-scale flame magic. Don’t worry and bring your sword.]

In response to her request her, which had become completely commanding, Cleon jumped from place to place and finally arrived at the closest thing to the sword hanging on the wall.

Then, as she jumps, she spreads her claws and pulls the cloth hiding the sword-

Hidden beneath it, one of the treasures of this world was revealed.

[That, the demonic sword… What is it, it’s more ordinary than I thought.]

Layla spoke as if she was a little disappointed by her diminutive appearance of her.

However, Cleon’s pupils did not stop shaking from the shock.

Because what was there.

A beautiful demonic sword that glows with black light.

Its appearance, and the magic it felt.

He knows him well, his only partner and soul mate his.

Because it was ‘Galatea’.