33. The Sadness of a Part-Time Worker

As the true protagonist in the script, Kephir is incredibly trustworthy. Perhaps it’s because she agreed to my strange request, or maybe simply because she didn’t want to lose to the queen in terms of charm. The next day, Kephir really put on the black stockings I had been longing for and even asked the maids to buy back various styles.

I was so excited! Unfortunately… this time the script didn’t cooperate, and I didn’t get to fully experience what it felt like to see the stockings on Kephir’s legs. Because: Professor Moriarty encountered unexpected trouble with Count Glamorgan, leaving Kephir and me with no time to rest, and we had to assist as per the queen’s request.

The next day, in the royal city of the Great Yng Empire, in front of the residence of Count Glamorgan, the father of Glamorgan II. When I arrived at the imposing mansion of the Glamorgan family within the royal city, a group of “patrol team members” disguised as members of the Great Yng Empire Royal Knights were already waiting there.

These team members must have received the news that we would come to assist, and they approached me the moment I appeared.

“Where’s Professor Moriarty?”

“The captain is inside watching the target argue.”

One of the team members sighed and answered my question, his eyes filled with deep dissatisfaction. The patrol team captain, Professor Moriarty, was in a bind regarding Count Glamorgan’s son, which was a situation of utter helplessness. After all, Count Glamorgan’s status is significant, and he is still quite useful to the queen in the open, so the queen also indicated that she wouldn’t use the “patrol team” to secretly resolve the issue. Instead, she had Professor Moriarty act as the “knight order’s investigator” to handle it.

The queen stated she wouldn’t interfere, and since the knight order was stepping in, it would be strange for Count Glamorgan to give the professor face. Because of this, when I contacted the professor last night, she was already so troubled that she was almost begging us to help her maintain the situation.

My feelings about Professor Moriarty are somewhat complicated, but since Kephir wants to help her mentor, I can only comply. But speaking of which…

“Having you, as the patrol team, disguise yourselves as ordinary knight order members… you all really have been quite idle lately.”

I asked these somewhat familiar patrol team members, receiving their bittersweet smiles that I couldn’t tell were happy or pained.

“Recently, the queen hasn’t given us any important tasks; it’s almost like she’s put us on vacation. Of course, with this free time, we have no right to complain. But the captain is busy with all sorts of things, so please hurry inside to assist. If Count Glamorgan causes too much of a ruckus and angers the captain, it’ll be a disaster.”

The patrol team has also been engaged in various strange “tasks” lately, unable to use their powerful authority, relying only on their disguised identities to argue with the nobility over previous incidents. Just thinking about it makes me feel a headache for Professor Moriarty.

Upon reading the script, it was indeed as I expected.

[The Earl of Glamorgan is confronting Moriarty.]

You really think you’re a dye vat just because the queen gives you a bit of color? Have a little self-awareness, you old fool! This mockery makes me feel a bit off, but I still have to set off immediately.

“I’ll handle it, Kephiel. Your identity is special; come over when necessary.”

I can’t shake the feeling of “Aren’t I also a tool for the queen?” but the script demands it. To let the “Moon Fairy” appear, I can only grit my teeth and “help” the queen.

With my prepared identity and credentials, I entered the Earl of Glamorgan’s mansion. Soon, I heard through the window the Mediterranean middle-aged man, the Earl of Glamorgan, with a noble demeanor, roaring at Professor Moriarty in the hall.

“You say my son hired someone to kill? How is that possible!? My son has always obediently stayed at Glamorgan Castle. I only taught him a lesson for a minor mistake before; he wouldn’t have the guts to do that!”

“Ah… So, my lord, although the attempt was unsuccessful, there is indeed a record of the crime. Your son hired an assassin to attack a judge of the Great Empire of Yingtian. Even if it didn’t succeed, the law of the Great Empire of Yingtian is not based on results.”

Under normal circumstances, anyone daring to shout at Professor Moriarty like this would probably not see the moon tonight. But at this moment, due to her identity and disguise, Moriarty, merely a “clerk” of the knight order, could only helplessly face the other’s condescension and threats.

“If you just want to protect your son…”

“I don’t! Who would repeatedly protect that waste! It’s just that your knight order’s baseless accusations will ruin our family’s future; it’s an insult to our entire family!”

This is the residence of the Glamorgan family; the professor is facing the Earl’s onslaught alone; coupled with the other’s reliance on status to oppress and threaten… No wonder the professor sounded so helpless when she asked us for help yesterday.

“If you can’t provide evidence today, don’t think you can just let this go! My Glamorgan family is a great noble of the Great Empire of Yingtian! Competing with your mere knight order is more than enough!”

This threat, combined with his servants, instantly elevated the Earl of Glamorgan’s aura to a “high and mighty” level. Although I knew the professor wouldn’t be intimidated by such “threats,” if any conflict arose because of this, my “help” to the queen would be deemed a failure.

Seeing this, I had to find a breakthrough to shut the Earl up. After all, he treats his son like a good boy, but that second-generation heir is actually quite wicked.

“So, Earl Glamorgan, we…”

“You little piece of trash clerk, what do you know! Do you believe I’ll have you packing and leaving in front of the queen tomorrow? I’ve done great service for the queen; I’m a meritocrat before her! As for the judge you mentioned, where is he? Find him! Show him to me!”

[The Earl of Glamorgan clashes with Moriarty!]

“If you can’t find him, then get lost! Bring your lackeys over, and don’t blame my personal guards for being rude!”

The script demands it, and I can’t wait any longer; after all, my opportunity has arisen.

I pushed the door open.

“Earl Glamorgan, didn’t you say you wanted to find the attacked judge? He’s here.”

Caught off guard by my unexpected intrusion, the Earl of Glamorgan was momentarily stunned, ready to explode, but quickly realized my identity, suppressing his displeasure and sneering at me.

“Hmph, where is he!? Don’t think just because you’re favored by the queen…”

“I already said, he’s here.”

I pointed to my chest, “It’s me.”

“The assassin your son hired almost took my head off. Should we go to the queen and discuss it, and see who she believes?”

I took a moment to glance at the professor.

It feels like we’re both working for the queen; you’ve worked hard too.