I concealed my shock and asked Citrouille as calmly as possible.
“Um, by Military Order of Útför, you mean the knight order under the direct command of the northern Governor-General, right……?”
“AH! Aah~~~ this is bad……!”
Citrouille covered his mouth hurriedly in an exaggerating manner.
“So, are you a retainer of the infamous Margrave of Urs?”
I decided to question him further while pretending not to realize its significance.
Citrouille answered in a panic.
“That, that’s confidential. If my affiliation is exposed, it will be difficult for me to move……!”
“My, my, what kind of movement are you involved with?”
“I was originally sent to cooperate with the investigation of the kidnapping cases a while ago, but, um……”
I see, so the northern people were working on the kidnapping cases.
The matter about the increase in the number of members dispatched from the military order was also due to these circumstances, huh.
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However, for him to be that Harlan’s subordinate, he must be a dangerous person.
Something like being involved with the inquisitions, and willing to confine and torture people, among other things.
Uwah, how scary.
“About that matter, my brother has also agreed to it then.”
“So far, Sir Eduard has been tasked with doing extensive investigation. That’s why we, the Military Order of Útför, now lend our strength to the treatment of Sir Eduard.”
“……Is that so.”
Uh, it seems dangerous to investigate via the Military Order of Útför.
My brother would be fine, but I’m worried.
“I don’t know about the people who are working on other duties, but at the very least, I am on Sir Eduard’s side.”
Even though he said that, I can’t rest assured now that I know he has something to do with the Inquisitors.
I’m really glad that the principal concealed the truth about the Bloody Saint!
Now then.
This is a rare-to-come-by opportunity, so should I get information about Harlan from Citrouille?
Since I have nothing to lose, let’s try it out.
“But……is there a secret order from Sir Harlan?”
“No, no, no, I’m at the bottom of the pack, I’ve never even met Sir Harlan face-to-face nor have I been addressed by him directly.”
Harlan Slayson.
I feel like his shadow has been looming over me for the past several years.
“Speaking of which, I heard that Sir Harlan is a gentleman with severe features similar to that of a wolf, but……”
“Those rumors are nonsense. Sir Harlan wears a silver mask and doesn’t even show his face.”
And so Citrouille told me about Harlan’s appearance.
The infamous Harlan Slayson, who was surrounded by rumors reeking of blood.
He reportedly had a serious injury on his face more than a decade ago.
It is said that the bone on his frontal lobe was crushed by a stray shot.
Or that his whole face was horribly burned.
Or that his face has been distorted by a curse, and many such rumors, but the truth is uncertain.
Harlan left his injury as is in order not to forget the humiliation and his desire for revenge.
It was necessary to conceal his much-too-unsightly face, so Harlan began to wear the wolf mask.
“Please keep this story a secret. He’s a notorious and difficult person.”
“I have heard that he’s a daring and resolute gentleman, but does he have an ill repute?”
When I feigned ignorance and asked again in return, Citrouille pursed his lips and scratched his cheek.
“Ah—……if you don’t know, then you are better off not knowing.”
Citrouille looks awkward.
As expected, I can’t extract information about Harlan anymore.
Alright, then let’s start probing from another direction.
“By the way, are there perhaps, a lot of people like you who infiltrated the academy unknown to us?”
“Uuh……my apologies. Even if it’s only things about me, if the fact that I leak information were to be known, my head would fly……”
Citrouille muttered something disturbing with lifeless eyes.
By ‘my head would fly’, there’s no way he meant that literally, right?
After all, Lucanrant is not a land of demons, is it?
No, wait, it is a dangerous country1 though.
The fact that there is the matter about the Headless Prince, kind of sealed the deal.
“P-p-please, keep it a secret……!”
“I understand. I’ll keep this in my heart. In exchange, I’ll leave my brother in your hands. And also the students of this academy.”
“Y-yes! I promise! I will definitely protect them!”
With seemingly honest eyes, Citrouille said words that sound sincere.
He doesn’t look like a bad person, should I believe him for now?
Just as I was thinking about that, I heard the sound of knocking on the door of the medical office.
The one who entered the medical office was Brad Clochydd.
“Clochydd-sensei……?”
“Erica Aurelia. So you were here. Sorry, but I’ll borrow your brother.”
Brad walked quickly to the bed where my brother was sleeping.
He tore the blanket off of my brother who was sleeping soundly.
“……?”
“Ed, wake up. You are not free enough to be leisurely sleeping in this place, are you?”
My brother slowly opened his eyes.
Perhaps due to being awakened abruptly, he looked around with a surprised expression.
“Oya……Erica……and Brad, did you come to visit me? Thank you, I’m happy.”
“Who is that man? If he’s a suspicious person, I’ll have him removed from now on, that would be fine, right?”
Brad asked my brother without glancing at Citrouille even for a moment.
“You’re a worrywart as always, I see. This is the dispatched insurance healer, Jack Citrouille.”
“……A healer with mixed blood of the South and the North, is it? Of all things, did they have to bring in an outsider at this time?”
Brad glared at Citrouille with a piercing gaze.
With a forced smile on his face, Citrouille asked my brother for help with his eyes.
“He has good skills and is very trustworthy. You can rest assured because I can guarantee it.”
My brother defended Citrouille while rearranging his disheveled collar with his left hand.
“You’re Earl Brad Clochydd, right? Sir Brad, pleased to meet you.”
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