Chapter 161: Shatter, Common Sense! Explode, Endorphins! (3)
Chapter 161: Shatter, Common Sense! Explode, Endorphins! (3)
The crime of Head Maid Emma.
I only found out about it during the final process of flushing out the culprit, but it all started with the disappearance of the Cock Glass.
One hour ago.
Morning.
It was right when Yurdias, Serica, and I were discussing the trap involving the bomb collars and were about to head down to the underground dungeon.
After having breakfast and showering in the Sex Room—it’s no secret that I creampied Yurdias in the shower while Serica watched and silently washed herself beside us—we hadn't noticed any changes in the room.
Even though it was the Sex Room, the maids still came in to tidy up.
Thanks to the barriers, installing wiretaps or similar devices was useless, so I didn't feel much pressure letting the maids in to clean.
"The Cock Glass is gone?"
But what was this?
Just as we were about to head down to the dungeon after our shower and breakfast, we realized the Cock Glass was missing.
"Did Laura take it to make ice cream or something?"
At first, I thought one of the knights had taken it.
I didn't think much of it, but I had a bad feeling. A sensation like my dick was being toyed with by hands I didn't want.
"Call Astarotte. I need to check something. Find out where the Cock Glass went. Bring the map, too."
I summoned Astarotte immediately, and soon, I was able to pinpoint the location of the Cock Glass through sex magic.
"...It's at the 'Resellers,' the royal merchant guild near the North Gate? The Cock Glass is there?"
"The Resellers is a pro-royalist merchant guild," Yurdias provided the information instantly. "Their headquarters is in the capital. They specialize in supplying materials secured from the Fermaton Labyrinth to the capital."
"Hmm... Do they pay their taxes regularly? I assume they do. I remember the names of everyone who doesn't pay their taxes properly."
The Resellers.
On the surface, they looked like an ordinary merchant guild, but their very ordinariness made them more suspicious.
"Serica. Go locate the Cock Glass and retrieve it immediately."
"Understood. I'll be back shortly."
"Take Young Lord Ruji's sword and announce yourself. If anyone interferes, don't kill them, but you may subdue them. Don't sever anything; just keep it to a level that can be treated at a temple."
As soon as the instructions were given, Serica took my sword and dashed out of the Lord's Castle.
"Yurdias. Find out where these people are right now."
"These people are..."
"Yes. The suspects."
There weren't many people who could have secretly made off with the Cock Glass.
To begin with, the number of people with access to the Cock Glass was small, and the crime didn't seem to have happened that long ago.
"I'll gather some information on my end."
"Understood. I will investigate immediately."
While Yurdias went to track down the suspects, I kept an eye on the Cock Glass's location and gathered more data on the guild called the Resellers.
"They look like ordinary, model taxpayers on the surface, but there must be a clue..."
And then, I found it.
"...Oho. These guys are among the investors?"
I discovered the true identity of the Resellers, which I hadn't even perceived before.
If my guess about the Resellers was correct, the 'real owner' would be revealed soon enough.
And considering the relationship between the power behind the Resellers and the suspects, the answer came quite easily.
'I almost got screwed over without knowing a thing.'
Is this what they mean by getting your nose cut off while your eyes are wide open?
The conclusion had already been reached.
The culprit was among the maids.
The one who could touch the Cock Glass would have been a maid who washed it while cleaning the room, and naturally, a maid allowed into the Sex Room would have to be someone quite bold.
"Young Lord. One person is missing from their post."
Yurdias identified the suspect immediately.
"It's Head Maid Emma. She took the morning off."
"...Phew. As I thought."
One might wonder what's so strange about taking a morning break, but in many ways, all the evidence was pointing toward her.
Setting everything else aside.
"...The Resellers is a guild where one of the royals is an investor, and Emma is a monitor dispatched from the royal family."
With this level of information and combination...
It would be stranger not to think of Emma as the culprit.
Thirty minutes later.
Serica, who had been tracking the Cock Glass's signal, stopped the Resellers' carriage as it was about to pass through the castle gates and found a box in a hidden cargo compartment.
And.
—Tell me who you got this from, and I'll spare your life.
—It, it was Head Maid Emma!
We tracked down the mastermind quite easily.
All that was left was to arrest her, and she was sent to the underground dungeon the moment she was caught.
About an hour.
It was a very short time, but honestly, I was a little nervous.
"Phew. I thought my dick was about to be sold off."
And now.
I stood before the restrained Head Maid, Emma.
* * *
What is the difference between a "normie" and a "loner"?
Everyone knows, but one of the most representative examples is that the type of information they dread being exposed is different for each person.
To the question:
—Refuse 1 million won vs. Take 1 million won and expose everything from the last week on your KakaoTalk, Instagram, Telegram, Twitter, etc.
A normie would likely answer:
—I'll just pass on the million won.
In contrast, a loner?
—I only have ads from Plus Friends anyway. Sweet, a million won!
There's another case.
—Refuse 1 million won vs. Take 1 million won and reveal the photos and apps in your smartphone gallery.
If a normie says:
—I only have travel photos and pictures with friends. Hmm, maybe that's okay?
Then the loner says:
—N-not my gallery! W-wait!
—What's this app? The Eye...?
—Gwaaargh!!
That's how the loner responds.
The cases for normies and loners are that different.
However, there is one thing they—no, all humans—have in common.
They are reluctant to have the sensitive information they personally care about revealed.
Whether a normie or a loner, everyone wants to hide information that could become a weakness as much as possible.
Even if it's not political information, people are bound to feel even more shame when it comes to sexual matters.
—Fine! I scammed them! It's the fault of the person who got scammed! So what, dammit!
Even criminals might not feel shame for their crimes.
—You're saying there's gay porn on my hard drive? Ha, haha. What are you talking about? I don't have anything like that. N-no. Wait. Let's talk this out.
But they react sensitively to the loss of social reputation starting from sexual shame.
Just like right now.
"Head Maid Emma. I don't know what you're thinking."
In the temporary interrogation room.
Only a single box sat in front of Emma, who was tied to a chair.
"I don't know your intentions for stealing Fermaton's property and trying to smuggle it to the kingdom."
"...I told you the reason."
She was repeating the same thing again.
"I just thought it was a waste for the Young Lord to burn magic stones pointlessly. If I did anything wrong, it was just a moment of greed."
Emma was currently claiming she had simply committed 'embezzlement.'
She claimed that my act of burning magic stones in the plaza was, in her eyes, too great an economic loss.
So, she secretly siphoned off the magic stones we intended to burn and tried to smuggle them out through the kingdom's merchant guild.
Thinking simply, it was just a case of using her position as Head Maid to steal the Count's assets.
I could have just stripped her of her title and kicked her out, but the reason I was keeping Emma confined like this was because she had stolen something that made one ask, "Why that specifically?"
"You stole my Cock Glass. Correct?"
When did she steal it?
It was when she was tasked with tidying up the Sex Room after Yurdias, Serica, and I had finished our anal sex session.
No matter how much of a Sex Room it was, it still needed basic cleaning, and that was the maids' job.
"It's a shame, isn't it? If it weren't for the random inspection, the merchant guild you partnered with could have made off with the Cock Glass along with the magic stones."
The guild's subordinates spilled the beans as soon as they were interrogated in the name of Fermaton.
"Emma. You've been cut loose by them. If you tell me your true purpose, I'll let you go. Otherwise, you will pay the price for deceiving Fermaton."
"...Is that price exposing my sex fantasies?"
"Exactly."
A so-called social death.
Anyone who values their honor would naturally choose to confess.
But if something even bigger, something more important than one's honor, was at stake...
"Unfortunately, there is no mastermind. I only did it for my own gain."
"Are you really going to say that so openly?"
"Because it's the truth. I swear to God."
She was acting as if she didn't care whether her social life was destroyed or not.
Why?
Because her actual life might be on the line.
"Fine. Emma. Before I expose your sex fantasies, let's resolve my curiosity first. You see, I don't think your goal was to steal magic stones; I think it was to steal this Ruji Glass. The magic stones were just a distraction."
"That's just..."
"There's no reason for it. This isn't even made of magic stone. Don't you think your excuse is incredibly flimsy and weak? You moved this urgently because there was a reason for it, wasn't there?"
"......."
Emma said nothing.
So, I answered for her.
"Sometimes, for a person living in this country, there are times when you must follow an absurd order in a hurry."
I picked up the Ruji Glass and pointed the tip at Emma.
"Even if your sex fantasy is being taken by multiple men, there are secrets you want to hide even if that gets exposed."
"...!!"
Emma's pupils shook violently, and I lowered my voice.
"...Did the Queen order it?"
In that instant.
Emma's fingers twitched.
"Did the Queen order you to steal the glass because she wanted to see the shape of my dick?"
Got her.