happiness experiment

the next day.

"Time?"

The child chewing on a pile of biscuits vaguely asked the big brother who was locked in the box with him.

"No thanks."

With difficulty, Ley turned his hands behind his back and rubbed his waist, which was forced to remain immobile, and sighed.

If I knew it earlier, I would have run away, but Massa's appearance is really worrying...

"Brother is...the witch of lies?"

asked the child, sounding weaker than yesterday.

"Ah."

"why……"

"No reason."

Subconsciously thinking that the child was going to ask questions about men and women, Ley quickly interrupted the child.

"...Ugh..."

The child shrank his arms a little aggrieved, and when he realized that he was not holding anything other than the biscuit, he let go angrily.

"Sorry..." Seeing this, Ley touched the child's head in embarrassment, "What do you want to ask?"

"Hmm..." The child rubbed his palm carefully, "Why is it 'Witch of Lies'? Does brother often lie?"

"..."

Ley paused and put his hands down.

"?"

The child tilted his head to look at him suspiciously.

"You are also an indispensable existence. You should know that every indispensable existence has a special ability?"

"Yeah, I'm a bad eater so I can eat it~"

The child nodded.

"It doesn't mean this..." Ley smiled helplessly, "The Evil Eater can have hundreds of times more familiars than any other demon. This is your ability, and the one you mentioned is a hobby."

"Oh……"

"Mine is to gain insight into the truth that others have not yet noticed." The young man's smile was a bit bitter, "That's why people often think that he is lying."

Of course, this ability is not an active skill, otherwise he would not be a witch but a god.

"I don't quite understand..." The child moved forward, tried to raise his trembling hands, and hugged Ley, "but mother said that it is hard to be misunderstood. When I was a thief stealing things, my mother wanted me to hug Fay with her, so that he would not be sad.

"..." Ley's eyes widened suddenly, "Thank you..."

He gently hugged the bruised child back.

Ley recalled the satisfied smile when the little demon devoured the purple eyeballs, and the witch of disaster who sat on the monk's corpse and laughed happily many years ago, with complicated expressions.

Obviously such a gentle child...

"Masa..."

In any case, please don't become a twisted existence like us.

—————Boundary line—————

"call……"

A gun butt stunned the crew guarding her, and Massaguer, who was under house arrest, quietly escaped from the locked room.

She doesn't know the sealing spell, and even if she goes to the box, she won't be able to help Ley and the child.Moreover, before handing her over to the captain and others, she was very concerned about what Olka said.

"On this ship, there is only one doctor...it's all a routine."

As the only person with relevant knowledge, Dr. Mattie's autopsy testimony has to be doubted.But because her family had a high prestige among the nobles, and Olka and Alia seemed to have something in her hands, no one dared to question her.

"Then you can only rely on yourself."

Encouraging herself, she snatched into Miss Mattie's and her grandmother's room when no one was around.

I heard from the chatter of the crew guarding her just now that Miss Marty was called by Orka to discuss the case, so now, the only ones in the room are...

"Are you... the little girl with Mr. Sacrifice?"

The old man looked suspiciously at the intruder, who was holding the half-eaten biscuit.The strange thing is that on the plate in front of her, there are also many biscuits missing a corner.

"...Hi, ma'am..." Massagal walked up to the old man, "Sorry for disturbing you, I want to ask you something, this is related to my friend's life."

"...I know what you want to say." The old man put down the biscuit in his hand, "I also feel that something is wrong about this matter."

"Maddy wasn't the kind of kid who would suspect or even hurt someone without a reason ... and she seemed very disturbed after it happened."

"Can you tell me about the specific situation after you and Miss Mattie left yesterday?"

"Well...let me think about it...it's not good to be old...ahem..."

The old man coughed a few times and stretched out his hand to rub his neck.

"Yesterday, Mattie and I delivered biscuits to you, and went to deliver some to the crew and the captain. Then I met Aisha... Well, Aisha and our family Mattie have been playing together since childhood, and I also consider her to be mine. Like a little granddaughter..." There was a smile on the corner of the old man's mouth, "Then she tasted a few of the biscuits I made and liked them so much that she ordered several bags from me, hehe... This time the biscuits were newly invented by me. It is also the first time to eat."

"Cough, then I gave her the biscuit recipe, and today she sent me some, but the taste is a bit different... I tasted a few pieces and thought it was weird... Cough cough..."

"...Are you all right?"

Seeing that the old man was coughing more and more, Massaguer asked with some concern.

"It's okay...cough cough...maybe the sea breeze blows too much...After we separated from Aisha, I wanted to chat with you, but because I was a little seasick, I went back to my room and didn't wait until the dinner. Went out with other guests and met Mr. Gree..."

"...cough...cough...then...cough...he quickly praised my biscuit making skills...and said that he would launch my biscuit as a new product...I didn't expect him to collapse after a while..."

There were indeed some biscuit crumbs around the remains...

Massaguer thought.

"Did you let Mr. Gree taste your biscuits at the dinner party?"

"No...cough...I didn't...because there were no biscuits at that time...cough...cough..."

Seemingly in great pain, the old man clasped his neck with both hands.

"What's wrong with you?!"

Massaguer rushed over to help the old man, but didn't know how to help her.

"Cough cough... cough cough..."

The old man suddenly reached out and grabbed her clothes.

"It's Aisha...Aisha...cough cough cough..."

Her eyes had begun to cloud, but she was still staring at Massagar.

"Help Marty...please...help Marty..."

Suddenly, the old man fell silent, and his hand dropped instantly.

"..."

Massaguer gently supported the old man's body, and carefully placed her on the chair.

The temperature that has not yet lost even made her a little nostalgic.

The last words, the remaining obsession, is the love for the living, the unique light that can only bloom before the life disappears.

"..."

She bowed deeply to the old man.

"Ahhh! Killed!"

It seems that because of seeing the face of the old man dying in pain, a passer-by sailor ran away screaming and fleeing.

"...Fuck, I forgot to close the door just now."

She sighed in her usual tone.

———Decompose the Rabbit—————

"Miss Marty, you don't seem to be worried at all." Bertrell sat on the soft chair, gently blowing on the steaming black tea in her hand, "Obviously we haven't found out the cause of the curse and the method of its application."

"I believe that the last time was just a momentary miss. With the strength of the two of you, we will definitely be able to prevent the curse from happening again."

Dr. Mattie sat opposite Bertrell, his expression was still serious and monotonous.Did her gaze stay at the door, and then quickly move away.

"Miss Marty, before I met you, I always thought that I was the most capable of telling lies with my eyes open." Oerka wiped the magic lamp where she lived, "I'm going to talk with my eyes closed in the future, anyway, I'm too lazy to open them."

"Assignment."

Dr. Mattie didn't change his face.

Olka blinked and closed her eyes decisively: "You are really admirable for your honesty."

"...Olka, stop messing around." Bertrelle put down the teacup, and just as he was about to move his hand away, an unknown object fell straight into the cup.

"..."

Belleville and the purple-eyed crow, who was soaking hot tea in their cups, stared at each other without saying a word.

"Ah-ah-"

In order to ease the atmosphere, the crow howled perfunctorily a few times.

"Hey, why did I hear the crow raised by Timmy?"

Olka didn't bother to open her eyes, holding her own lamp and trying to catch up on sleep.

"Open your eyes."

Bertrell picked the little crow out of the cup, flicked it in the air, and the crow instantly turned into a piece of black paper.

"If it's inconvenient, I'll take my leave first..."

Dr. Mattie got up to leave.

"It's okay, the language used by the church is incomprehensible to ordinary people." Bertrell looked at the letter paper with one hand, and turned his back to Dr. Marty, "Miss Marty seems to be in a hurry."

"...I just don't think there's anything important about calling me, the Pope." The emphasis was normal, and she pronounced the word "Pope" heavily, "Please don't waste our time."

"Olka is the one who called you here." Bertrell glanced at the priest who seemed to be sleeping peacefully on the bed. "Compared to this, I am more curious about what you are hiding?"

"..."

"This letter in my hand is a letter from Timilia, the manager of the church intelligence network. He is also on his way now."

"...A few months ago, someone witnessed the appearance of the Witch of Disaster near your residence."

"..."

"Could you please elaborate, Miss Mattie?"

"..."

"It's not good! Another... Another fatality! That little nun is an accomplice of the witch!" Passers-by sailors ran in, "Miss Marty...your grandmother..."

"boom!"

Upon hearing this, Dr. Marty bumped away the crew members who were blocking the way, and staggered out the door.

"..."

Belleville clenched the black paper in his hand with a complicated expression.

"You guessed wrong, she is not the murderer." Olka opened her eyes, lay on the bed and looked at him with a smile, "Why did Timmy come here?"

"...Rain asked him to come, didn't you know?"

Belleville shook off the paper in his hand, and the black paper turned back into a crow again, spread its dry wings and flew out along the window.

"I don't know...it's for fun anyway?"

"...I'll go out and take a look, you stay here and don't move."

Bertrell got up and was about to leave, but was blocked by the crew.

"Step aside."

he stared

"not me……"

The crew squeezed out a few words between their teeth.

Bertrell turned his head abruptly, and Olka was fiddling with his sacrificial staff rather casually.

"...Olka."

Belleville summoned the sword and pointed it at the person on the bed.

"Stop, stop making trouble."

"Pfft~" Olka Waner, "Beltrell, every time you say you want to stop my experiment, which time did you succeed?"

"……this time."

He clenched the sword in his hand tightly, trying not to let the opponent notice his nervousness.

"Oh." Olka closed her eyes, "I wish you success soon."

The constant ringing of bells is disgusting.