Calamity Crown

After Goethe finished speaking, he didn't give Shira a chance to refute at all, and just leaned back in the seat and closed his eyes.

Sheila sitting opposite was so angry that she wanted to slap Goethe.

In the end, he held back.

"For the knowledge in the 'Mad King's Treasure'!"

Sheila told herself so.

After that, during the time they arrived at No. 1 Guta Street, neither of them said a word.

Moreover, when the carriage stopped and Goethe got off the carriage first, he ignored Shila behind him.

"gentleman!"

"Goethe, don't you have an iota of gentlemanliness?"

Looking at Goethe who didn't move at all, Xila who got out of the car by herself could only speak in a low voice.

"You yourself got into my carriage."

"It's also you who admit that you are a pervert."

"For uninvited perverts, I'm a gentleman enough not to shoot directly."

As Goethe spoke, he looked at his "home" and didn't even look at Shila, who was short of breath, but she had to keep smiling under the eyes of the people around her.

Concerned about your image?

You should have put a lot of effort into the role of 'Sila'!

Goethe thought to himself.

He understands more and more how to get along with Xila in front of him.

Afterwards, Goethe completely focused on No. 1 Guta Street.

Swarte's work is quite reassuring.

After several days of repairs, No. 1 Guta Street has been repaired.

Even some of the corners have been treated with great care, and the surface has been painted with the same paint as the base color.

Except for the strong smell of paint, it has basically not affected the basic use of the house.

Goethe took out the key, ignored the amazed expressions of the people on the street after seeing Shira, and the curious eyes cast on him, just opened the door and walked in.

This time, Sheila learned her lesson and followed in very consciously.

After Shira walked in, Goethe closed the door directly, walked into the living room on the first floor, and sat on the sofa in the main seat.

"Here, can we talk?"

Goethe looked at Sila standing in front of him and asked.

"Shouldn't you invite me to sit down and talk?"

"Goethe, you really don't have a little..."

Shira said subconsciously.

But the next moment, Goethe opened his mouth, and that mouth shape seemed to be 'abnormal'!

Immediately, this lady with multiple identities went straight to the point without waiting for Goethe to speak.

"There is a legend that our Majesty George I, that is, your ancestor, had been aware of it before he was assassinated, so he stored all the treasures obtained from the previous war in a secret place—for this legend , Goethe should know, right?"

Sorry, I don't know.

Goethe added silently in his heart.

In 'his' memory, there is no such memory.

'He' knew 'George I'.

But 'he' doesn't know his bloodline.

I don't even know similar legends and stories.

'His' grandfather didn't tell it, and it should be for the sake of confidentiality, he ordered his parents and family teachers not to tell it. Therefore, 'he' was consciously 'isolated' from similar stories since he was a child.

As for being at the Garden Club?

Who doesn't tell a story there!

And the syllabus is the same: the death of the mother and the violence of the father, the brother and the younger sister have no choice but to commit suicide, you are the first...

However, outside of the Garden Club, it was the first time to listen to the headliner tell a story.

Goethe could not help but concentrate.

"However, most of the legends in the world of ordinary people are facts here, just as ordinary people call him His Majesty George I, and we are used to calling him the Mad King!"

"And this is regarded as an after-dinner story by ordinary people, but it is true in the eyes of people in the 'Extraordinary World'—because, with the strength of His Majesty the Mad King, it is impossible to be assassinated!"

"after all……"

"That's the original 'Superman'!"

There was a touch of respect in Sheila's words.

"Before the appearance of 'Madness the Mad King', it was impossible for extraordinary powers to be possessed by people other than witches. It was the 'Madness the Mad King' who broke such a confinement and allowed more people to grasp true knowledge. As the 'Mad King' who was born with strength and was able to contend with witches, behead them, and break the darkness, how could he die in an assassination?"

"It's like an ant killing an elephant, ridiculous."

"So, 'His Majesty the Mad King' must have felt that he was about to reach the end of his life, and then he arranged everything in advance."

"Things like 'assassination' must also be 'His Majesty the Mad King'. I hope I have a brilliant ending, so I arranged such a prelude!"

"As for the real ending?"

"Of course it's the 'Mad King's Treasure'!"

Sheila spoke with certainty, as if she had seen it with her own eyes.

Goethe remained silent.

Because of these, he didn't know.

Sheila looked at the silent Goethe, obviously misunderstood.

"Of course, you know all of this."

Sorry, I still don't know.

Goethe replied from the bottom of his heart, but his face remained indifferent, as if I really knew it.

Sheila didn't see any flaws.

On the contrary, the lady who was worried that Goethe thought she was going around in circles immediately said again.

"So, since the passing of 'His Majesty the Mad King', the 'Extraordinary World' has not stopped searching for the 'Mad King's Treasure'. However, 'His Majesty the Mad King' has left too many clues."

"Not to mention other things, just the offspring who have not been recorded, I don't know how many there are."

"And the diaries and essays that filled a hundred and twenty-five carriages."

"Just looking at it makes people's scalp numb, and I don't know where to start."

"Most people gave up halfway, and the rest persisted until they died, and they didn't find any clues to the 'Mad King's Treasure'."

"Time is the most terrible weapon. Even if you are full of enthusiasm at first, after decades, no matter how high your enthusiasm is, it will cool down—until an adventurer between ordinary people and extraordinary people claimed twenty years ago I discovered the 'Mad King's Treasure' in Lust, but it didn't attract people's attention at all, and then after the adventurer fell into the lake drunk, the 'Mad King's Treasure' was forgotten again."

"Do you have anything to say about this, Goethe?"

Sheila looked at Goethe with a smile.

Lust, the adventurer who discovered the "Mad King's Treasure", fell into the water and died after getting drunk, and the descendants of the "Mad King" who became anonymous.

When these elements are combined, Goethe himself will think that the 'Mad King's Treasure' is related to the 'Wayne Family'.

Goethe, however, would not admit it at all.

"coincide!"

he said solemnly.

"Yeah?"

"Unfortunately, that guy didn't think it was a coincidence, and, moreover, he made a discovery!"

"You wouldn't think that guy really killed the 'Wayne family' because you offended him in the Garden Club, and then found out that your family is the descendant of 'Majesty the Mad King' and has the 'Mad King' Treasure' right?"

"impossible!"

"After all, when that guy appeared, your family had already noticed him, otherwise, you wouldn't have sent you to test him out."

"Unfortunately……"

"Your family didn't expect that guy to have the 'Church of Flesh' as ​​an ally."

"What I didn't expect was that the guy from the Pine Nut Hotel was also involved. You deliberately stayed at the Pine Nut Hotel before because of something you found, right?"

Reasonable!

No flaws!

Sheila, who is so logical and self-consistent as to be almost a genius, made Goethe silent.

If he hadn't experienced something himself, he would almost believe it.

Moreover, this other party is really the owner of the rumored hunter bar?

It doesn't feel like it!

Goethe doubted.

However, this does not hinder, Goethe nodded frankly——

"Well, you're right."