How a Hero Lives as a Writer - Chapter 127



127 – Spoilers are murder. (5)

The man who identified himself as Edward Russell lit a pipe and bit his lips.

Then he frowned slightly and put his gloves on his hands.

As the soldiers were perplexed by this unexpected situation, the man began to examine the state of the body as if it were natural.

“Hey! What are you doing!”

When a soldier tried to stop the man, the knight leading the soldiers stopped him.

“… Sir Gustav.”

“Wait. If he’s really Edward Russell….”

Edward put out the light of his pipe, examined the dead body carefully, and began to mutter something.

The crowd fell silent in unison to listen to that little murmur.

Then Edward’s muttering spread through the quiet plaza as if cold water had been poured on it.

“My whole body is as hard as a stone. His knuckles are moving, and his eyes are not cloudy. It means that he has been dead for over six hours, but not a day has passed.”

Edward got up from his seat and started looking around the body.

“A knife cut wound on his back. No other wounds are visible. But it’s strange.”

Gulp.

In the square, as quiet as a rat, even the sound of someone swallowing could be heard loudly.

Even though it was a situation where it was possible to discuss whether this was real or not, the crowd watched the situation with silence as if they had promised.

Since everyone was in such a situation, even those with companions kept their mouths shut and watched the situation.

“It’s not even a fatal wound, and it’s too crude for a knight to wield.”

After saying that, Edward got up from his seat and headed towards where the knights and soldiers were.

“Will you lend me your sword for a moment?”

“What is that… !”

“Wait.”

After calming down the angry soldier, the knight ordered another soldier to bring the sword.

Edward pulled the sword the soldier had given him from its scabbard and stood up.

“I am the criminal.”

Edward took up his posture neatly enough that he could be called a knight.

“If I had a talent for swordsmanship, I would have cut my throat in one blow. Even if it wasn’t for the neck, I could have cut the back a little deeper. So I’m not very talented at swordsmanship.”

Ttogak.

Edward took his stance and took a step forward.

“The wound is engraved on the back. No other wounds. When you have a conversation, you have to face it face-to-face. But does having a wound on your back mean that you ran away?”

Ttogak.

“I cut the back of the victim who was trying to escape. But it’s weird There was not much blood around.”

After hearing Edward’s words, the crowd looked around.

It was hard to see because it was covered by soldiers and knights, but the amount of blood was certainly not too much to say the person had died.

“A corpse on a street where people walk around quite a bit. At least six hours had passed, but only now the commotion broke out. Why? Yes, because I killed and moved this person elsewhere.”

Sass!

Edward swung his sword.

It looked as if there was a victim trying to escape there.

“I am not a nobleman or a knight. If I had a higher status, the victim would have been on his knees begging for help. If you had turned your back to run away from a sitting position, the wounds would have been carved from the shoulder.”

Ttogak.

“I am a human who can carry a sword, and I am a commoner who is not very talented in swordsmanship. That is, I am a soldier.”

As Edward said, the eyes of the crowd turned to the knights and soldiers.

The knights and soldiers who noticed that gaze became a little confused.

“Then this is the problem. Why did I need to move this dead body to the roadside? It’s an easy problem. Because I had to show this body to someone.”

Edward looked around the corpse and pretended to be looking for something.

“I had to move the body here without being noticed by anyone. Then the possible time zone becomes night. I called the victim at night, killed him, and moved him here.”

Stand tall.

After finishing his reasoning up to that point, Edward looked at the place where the soldiers were gathered.

“Is this an unpatrolled area?”

“No, this is also where we patrol.”

“This is where we patrol. Still, no body was found.”

“Originally, it was wrapped in cloth like luggage. I checked it because it kept attracting bugs and smelling.”

“Where was the body?”

“There.”

The knight pointed to the place where the corpse was lying.

“A man-sized bag was placed in such a conspicuous place, but the patrol didn’t check it?”

When Edward said that, his soldiers murmured.

“Who patrolled here yesterday?”

“Uh… Me first?”

“You were there last night.”

“I was in the morning?”

“I was at lunch!”

The eyes of the soldiers, who had been arguing together like that, gathered in one place.

A strange silence fell in the plaza.

“Oh no!”

Catching the suspicious glances from his colleagues, the soldier stepped back and screamed.

However, the eyes of his colleagues only cooled.

“Auchlia’s architecture has wooden floors. No matter how hard you tried to erase the traces, blood would have seeped through the cracks in the trees.”

As soon as Edward said that, the knight ordered the soldiers to search the suspect’s house.

And soon after, the soldiers returned to the scene with serious expressions.

They told the truth in a low voice, and the knight immediately ordered the soldier to be arrested.

“This, this is a mothership! That noble… !”

“Stop.”

The knight glared at the soldier with a stern expression.

“Drag and go.”

“Yes!”

As the soldiers rushed away, the knight politely apologized to the suspected nobleman and left.

The aristocrat wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with an expression that he had endured for ten years, and approached Edward who had saved him.

“Thank you. Thanks to you, I was able to clear up the misunderstanding.”

“You don’t have to thank me.”

Edward took off his gloves and lit a pipe.

“I just solved the riddle.”

As Edward said that and left, great cheers erupted from the surroundings.

Edward Russell was a real person!

Such an uproar caused a stir in Aucklia.

***

Of course, Edward Russell is a fictional character.

The incident that took place in Aucklia was also a play set on a real stage.

But what is the importance of facts?

If you make a fuss like that with Edward Russell, that’s it.

Everyone is just so happy to die.

ㅡ Big… This is life

Miss Helena seemed to like her play as well, so she flew around holding strange poses.

“The situation is being sorted out according to the will of the lord.”

“Good.”

“Yes. I am very fortunate.”

Once upon a time, there was a program called Family Entertainment Center on TV.

In that program, there was a corner called ‘Crying in Silence’ where people wore earplugs and delivered words.

It was a miraculous program in which words that were mudfish at first become soap again at the end.

I remember watching TV blankly near my parents and sarcastically saying, “Why can’t I do that?”

ㅡ Suddenly why?

That’s exactly what Aucklia’s situation is like right now.

It is a play after all.

Edward Russell is a fictional character.

Viscount Clark is innocent, and of course the captured soldier is also innocent.

Luther is drinking alcohol today as usual in a festive mood.

Even after such an explanation, strange rumors spread like a family entertainment center.

Three to four percent of the people in Aucklea probably believe that Edward Russell is a real person, right?

It was a bit strange situation.

Still, people who do spoilers are gone, and the atmosphere is alive, so isn’t a good thing a good thing?

At this point, I came up with an opinion that it would be nice to create a cafe where people can talk about the case department.

Then the shopkeepers moved quickly and created a cafe where they could share the story of the case department.

In this place, everyone has to wear a mask and act, and they can exchange opinions with each other regardless of their status.

“It seems to mimic the academy.”

“I guess so.”

When the store opened, a large crowd gathered.

Since spoilers are banned, it seems that everyone has an itchy mouth and can’t stand it.

It is human nature to want to chat with someone after reading an interesting work.

Cancer, by the way.

Wouldn’t everyone be lighter than usual since wearing a mask guarantees anonymity?

What… Even if he wore a mask, he could see his identity at a glance.

No matter how hard you try to hide it, it shows through the way you dress or act.

In fact, the nobles were enjoying a fun mini-game while wearing masks.

It was a mini-game to guess which of the customers who came to the cafe was a nobleman and who was a commoner.

“That table over there is an aristocrat. You wear commoner’s clothes, but your usual habits come out when you drink tea.”

“That table over there is a commoner. He was dressed neatly like an aristocrat, but his back was hunched over and his skin was burnt. Could it be a servant?”

Seeing them enjoying the mini-games like that, another brilliant idea came to my mind.

ㅡ What is it?

How about playing the mini-games that people enjoy right now in a cafe?

The cafe will hold its own event.

A robber broke into this cafe right now.

This is explained and clues are given to infer the strength.

Of course, if someone gets the right answer right away, the game is over, so the papers are also handed out.

I have to prepare several types of masks, and the overlapping masks should have numbers written on their heads.

[Fox mask 3]

You can write it like this.

Of course, we do it in a way that gives a slightly better prize to those who find the culprit with fewer clues.

ㅡ You… Are you a genius?

Once I got my typewriter, I’m no longer the Bright I used to be.

ㅡ Starting today, I’ll call you Bright Oakleyn Springfield (UR)!

Ooh, is this guy who has played gacha games?

ㅡ Bright (UR)! Bright (UR)! Bright (UR)!

Wow, that’s insane.

Anyway, if you come up with a good idea, put it into practice.

I immediately took out the typewriter I had put down on the floor.

“Did you think of anything good?”

“Why?”

“He is smiling with a pleased expression.”

Angelica stared at me while pressing the corners of her mouth with the index fingers of both hands.

It was strangely cute, so I laughed without knowing.

“Just.”

I wrote the rules of the minigame to distribute to the cafe where the story of the case department can be shared.

Then he explained the rules of the mini-game to the three cafes and handed over the paper with the rules written on them.

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Everyone looked at me with an expression that welcomed God, so it was a bit strange.

How was the mini game?

This is a game that I thought of after upgrading to UR.

Of course it’s a big hit!