I Quit Being The Male Lead’s Rival

Chapter 72. Between Love and Acting (10)

Ian had never been treated like this anywhere else.

He handed a bunch of papers to my uncle without much emotional turmoil.

"This is a list of back alley thugs who use swords in the South. There is a plan written on the back of the lord's castle as an outsider."

"…What?"

"Like Annabelle said, it means that they planned the assassination of the lord."

My uncle began to rummage through the documents with a serious expression on his face.

Ian and I left our uncle behind and whispered in a voice that only each other could hear.

"Did you search through all the data?"

"There was time before the fire was extinguished."

"You are really great."

"Well."

But Ian's expression didn't look good at all.

"But I haven't found any evidence that has anything to do with Prince Carlon. I think Prince Carlon took good care of it."

"Okay, but this…"

"I'll have to look into it with more time later, but for now the feeling is there."

I let out a light sigh.

"More than that."

Ian's red eyes, speaking to me once more, subsided even more.

"…Read this."

I accepted a note from him.

「Get rid of Annabelle Rainfield as you please. Use the assassin who is better than her.」

So it was a murder notice. Sadly, it was for me.

"Ian."

Without taking my eyes off the note, I asked seriously.

"Did you ever become an assassin?"

He was the only one who was better than me, so I asked.

Of course, Ian answered seriously although it wasn't even worth answering.

"Looking at the way the note is folded, it looks like a message using pigeons or doves. There is no evidence, but speculation."

He was a man who didn't really know that I was joking.

If it was Aaron, he would have been able to say something like, 'I was hired for 100 gold, but I'll betray them if you give me 101 gold'.

I seemed to understand why Aaron was swearing at him behind the scenes.

"If it's a pigeon…"

When I showed a serious expression on my face, Ian kindly began to explain what he thought.

"The royal family are supplied with specially trained pigeons from the tower. I also received it from Prince Robert often. So I could find out."

"Huh, really. At this point, aren't there too many special editions for the royal family?"

"Because the tower belongs to the Imperial Castle. Anyway…"

Ian continued speaking with a heavy expression.

"I have a suspicion this is from Prince Carlon, though it will be difficult to find out with this. But if this is true, you are in danger."

"…"

I was still looking at the note.

My prediction that they wouldn't go easy on me just because I was still was right.

I tried not to overwork my brain cells, but I guess I was secretly talented in reasoning.

But now was not the time to admire my hidden talent.

"Let's find some more evidence that it's connected to Crown Prince Carlon."

Ian tapped me on the shoulder and disappeared into the cabin.

I had to go with him, but now I was not motivated to search with him, so I had been standing still for a while.

I joked and flirted in front of him, but it was actually a little shocking.

'So the future ruler of the Empire is trying to kill me…'

According to the memory of the book I originally read in my previous life, Robert actually continues to chase Carlon, but fails to find conclusive evidence.

In fact, according to the original, Caronda was not solved either.

After a little longer, trafficking spreads throughout the south, causing much more difficult and complex hardships.

It was not until a few years later that it openly attacked the scene at the general market Slave Auction Hall, which was reopened, exposing the relationship between Carlon and the Black Magic to all of the people.

'But the general market Slave Auction… It completely disappeared when I broke in.'

In other words, it means that it was difficult to catch Carlon using the original work if the evidence was not collected properly.

"But I had no choice but to catch 'Reid'… And we can't wait and see the slave statue continue to prosper for years while waiting for it to turn out like the original."

I didn't regret destroying the future because I wanted to kill Reid so much at that time.

However, if Carlon had a thorough habit of not leaving documents in all situations, it seemed all the more bleak to put him on the train to prison.

If so, the only way now was to interrogate Lanella and Rayburn and make them say Carlon's name.

'We have to prepare for the worst situation.'

Of course, it would be nice if Ian could bring evidence or Lanella and Rayburn could confess smoothly, but things don't seem to work out that simply.

'I think he's a more evil person than I thought.'

I was actually much weaker than Ian or Robert.

However, he was trying to get rid of me, who was nothing, so quickly.

'He even hired someone stronger than me…'

I knew best myself that my skills improved significantly when I broke the mirror.

Now that the deer had been killed, I must have improved my skills.

'I don't know how many people he hired, but I'm stronger now.'

So actually, it wasn't myself that I was really worried about.

At first glance, it didn't seem that he was thinking of an assassination.

There were many other ways to secretly kill me.

So I was more worried about it because it would be a nuisance to my family than my safety itself.

This was because Rainfield was a rich commoner family.

'Maybe Carlon and I are destined to be unable to breathe under the same sky.'

I already destroyed two of the three origins of black magic.

There was only one left. It had never been mentioned in the original.

'If I fail to weave out Carlon again this time, I must use the other one to get rid of him.'

Since Carlon was closely related to the Black Magic, it was obvious that there would be a connection with the last.

And he was the type that really didn't leave any evidence on paper.

"Hey, Annabelle."

After Ian disappeared into the cabin, my uncle slowly approached me, who was left alone and lost in thought.

"Thank you again. For saving me."

Unlike in the past, when he was cranky, it was words full of sincerity.

"What? Ah…"

"No one would have survived if these people rushed in at once."

My uncle said, shaking the list of gangsters.

"Thank you so much. I never thought it was good to be blood-related to Oscar, but it's changed a little from today."

He had the same face as my father, but I felt that he was a distinctly different person.

Because my father would have already been crying in the current situation.

"I'm so glad you're my niece."

"Uh… Well, yes."

I scratched my cheek out of embarrassment.

A relative who was far from the capital didn't hear any news, and didn't know my past.

He was literally a person who saw only good things and evaluated me as a good person because we were blood-related.

My family was also warm to me, but there were always things that bothered me.

Because I had always been ashamed of myself knowing about my crazy days.

'It's really nice to start anew without being involved in the past.'

So I could be proud of the compliment.

It was a little different from how parents said, 'Thank you for being alive'.

"Let's move them to the prison for now. And the night is coming soon, so why don't you leave tomorrow?"

I didn't have to tell my uncle about using the warp to get here.

"Yes, well. I'll leave tomorrow morning."

I nodded my head coolly.

Before going up to the capital, I had something to ask Ian when the two of us were alone.

Lanella and Rayburn were unconscious and imprisoned in the lord's castle.

"Actually, we're going to have Prince Robert dispatch some people… It's like the number of investigators."

"The-the prince himself? Ordered to be dispatched to this place?"

My uncle, who came down to the countryside, was surprised to hear the word Prince.

"This is actually Ian Wade, the successor of Duke Wade."

And as my explanation continued, my uncle opened his mouth with a more stunned look at the noble in front of him.

There were only three dukes in the empire, and no matter how well they did not know the nobles of the capital, the name "Duke" had a ripple effect.

"Wa-Wa-Wa-Wade? Duke Wade?"

"Yeah. Wade."

"Sorry, sorry."

My uncle immediately put his hands together, not knowing what to do.

Of course, Ian was such a great human being that he was of course a person who answered this generously.

"Don't mind it. Of course, I was prepared to hide my identity anyway."

"No, but…"

"It's okay, uncle."

I stepped in with a smile.

"As you said, we're not real lovers anyways. You don't have to pay too much attention."