55. The teleportation technology of the Great Ying Empire is the best in the world!
Perspective of Moriarty.
Watching Kephiel’s fiancé, whose “truth is yet to be determined,” assist Kephiel in taking down the passerby, Skye, who was trying to use connections to seize victory; witnessing him gain the favor and trust of the Rosian Empire’s Design Bureau for Kephiel’s experimental project; and finally arriving at this point… dodging the “danger” that was focused on him time and again.
Is this what Her Majesty the Queen referred to as “that gentleman will ‘foretell’ a little, be careful”? Hmph, Moriarty would never believe such things. For her, who was ostracized by those so-called “clergy” in pursuit of science and precision, the so-called “clergy” in the Great Ying Empire were just a bunch of parasites living off their titles, and prophecies? Nonsense.
So this time, the target taken for use according to the Queen’s instructions would be no exception; it’s just that this particular “clergyman” is smarter, sensing some signs and thus being cautious. Although Moriarty did not dislike Kephiel’s fiancé, his behavior that night was no wonder it could attract Kephiel’s favor, but precisely because of that…
He is the best “candidate for use.”
Her methods could make you die without knowing why; if it were the Queen who acted, then you would truly be in a situation where you could neither live nor die, oh Kephiel’s fiancé.
This was just another ordinary day for Professor Moriarty, who was in charge of the “Pig Raising Major” at the academy. The frequent and regular shadows moving outside made Moriarty realize: her earlier reckless act of getting Letty drunk had clearly been too hasty; that little dwarf is no fool, and it seems he has already started to keep an eye on her.
Time to shift the conflict, and… make sure that gentleman fiancé has no chance to continue suspecting. Opportunities are few.
Moriarty got up and walked out the door, and sure enough… two Rosian boys dressed like students immediately approached.
“Teacher! We want to join your major!”
“Don’t you have a mentor?”
Moriarty glanced at them and immediately noticed the calluses on their palms. Hmph, what kind of “students” have calluses from handling firearms?
Clearly, these are the ones keeping an eye on her.
“My major is ‘Postpartum Care of Sows,’ and as the name suggests, it requires me to spend a whole day regularly at the pigpen of the Lubyanka Academy. If you don’t mind, I can take you to have a look, how about it?”
“…”
The two clearly showed signs of retreat, and when Moriarty really went to the pigpen and stepped into the stinky mud, they no longer followed.
Sigh~ Professor Rasputin, your level of surveillance is still a bit lacking.
Reaching the innermost part of the pigsty, she brushed aside the weeds on the ground, revealing a single-person teleportation array. Her identity had already begun to be questioned, so she needed to shake off the burden immediately and push a little trouble onto that fiancé; the opportunity… is only this once.
As for the candidate, it has already been determined.
In the blink of an eye, she returned to her office, easily shaking off the eyes watching her.
Then she changed out of the clothes that reeked of pig, transforming her appearance, and soon walked out of her office again. Following the reminder from the patrol team members, she headed to where that good Rosian boy was currently located.
Passerby Skye, the young master of the Rosian oligarch family whom she had slightly used earlier. There are not many oligarchs left in the Rosian Empire, so it’s perfect to use him as a scapegoat if something goes wrong. More importantly: this Mr. Skye is under the delusion that Kephiel was threatened and forced into some pitiful scenarios that would only happen in those lewd little comics.
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Sigh~ Usually, I fight tooth and nail to protect Kephiel, but when it comes to a big issue, I back down. When faced with a major event, I cling to my own safety, and when I see small benefits, I forget my life. How could I possibly catch up to Kephiel like this?
But using it for a bit is still fine.
【Captain, according to the instructions, I have quietly invited him to your office.】
A sound came from the magic stone on the table, and Moriarty picked it up to respond.
“I’ll handle it myself. You all go to the pigpen and keep an eye on those who were watching me before. If they show any signs, go up and entangle them. Use drinking as a topic; they won’t refuse. “
Then, she set the magic stone down.
Mr. Fiancé, don’t blame yourself. After all, as a subject of the Great Yng Empire, fulfilling the Queen’s orders is your duty. This is especially true for the patrol team that specializes in doing bad things for the Queen.
Who would have thought your existence has become so important that it can be used to manipulate the emotions of both Kephiel and Letty, to the point of inciting conflict between the two nations? This is precisely what Her Majesty is currently looking forward to the most.
“Hiss…”
Moriarty took a deep breath, just as the office door was violently slammed open.
She put on a face full of anxiety, only to see the face of “hope dawning.” Then she faced the unexpected guest who barged in.
Hmph, this is the most basic skill possessed by the patrol team of the Great Yng Empire. Otherwise, there would be no point in serving the Queen.
“Classmate Lurenskii, you finally made it!”
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