Reincarnation Monarch

"What do you want me to sneak in for?

Durm asked desperately, trying to keep Gaius in mind.

But Gaius replied in a manner such as where the wind blows.

"Isn't that decided? To find out why Mr. Dulm and the others were framed for the grave."

"... oh well... you think if you sneak in here, you'll find out the full story?

"We don't know at the moment until we figure out the full story. But I'm afraid there might be some coarse secrets hidden here."

"Really..."

"Yes. Anyway, I have to lead Mr. Dalm. Because if you don't figure out the full story of this case, you won't be able to lead anything."

"Oh well... then I can't help it... no, but sneaking in because of that is a crime..."

"Right. Indeed, trespassing is a crime. In this world. So you can choose one of them, right?

"... What do you mean you can choose?

"You take a heavy look at either criminal activity in this world or ethical blasphemy... right?

"... I don't want to choose either..."

"Well, that's fine. It's just... Mr. Durm already snuck into Bishop Lennon's room unauthorized, and he took the liberty of bringing the crate he left there, didn't he?

Then Darm jumped up and protested Gaius.

"Oh, that's you! Wow, you grabbed my arm so hard, you forced me to drag it in!

"Yes, sir. So you're telling me not to shout out loud, right?... I don't know how many times I've said it..."

"... Oh, no, I'm sorry about that... but you..."

Then Gaius blocked Darm's words and said:

"Yeah, right. I was forced to drag that one in. But whatever that is, it must have been something Mr. Dalm did. And that's the same with grave revelations. Even though Bishop Lennon forced me to do it, it doesn't make any difference what Mr. Durm has done. That's why Mr. Durm's worried, isn't it?

"... that's right..."

"Well, anyway, Mr. Dulm has already committed a criminal act, so don't you think there's one more thing that makes a big difference where you've sinned?

"... indeed... no, I feel like something is well rounded up..."

"It's my fault."

Gaius affirmed so with a straight face without getting his hair in between.

"... I wonder if it's really my fault..."

"I'm saying it's my fault"

"... ugh... yeah..."

To Gaius' repeated assertions in his true face, Dalm had no choice but to shake his neck vertically.