"Why are you looking at like that? I really don't know anything!"
Eiji had made up his mind—he would feign ignorance no matter what.
After all, you have no proof!
"That may not be the case, Mr. Consort."
Just then, a frivolous voice suddenly echoed through the hall.
From the mirror, smooth as water's surface and set up in the center of the hall, a familiar figure was reflected.
As if teleporting through space, the man stepped directly out of the mirror, a smug, confident smile plastered across his face.
"When we were in Sheffield, I saw with my own eyes how busy you were!"
"Beryl Gut..."
Eiji narrowed his eyes.
He spoke with feigned surprise.
"Oh? You've recovered already? Ah, my apologies for last ti—you were just so hideous, I couldn't help but have a reflexive reaction... Huh? Mr. Beryl, why does your complexion seem fairer now? Your voice sounds a bit sharper too. Could it be that you—"
Beryl's face twisted slightly.
He had co fully prepared, but the mont this bastard opened his mouth, his composure wavered instantly.
"I'm fine, no need for your concern!"
"But, could it be that you didn't fully recover—"
"There's no 'but' about it!"
Beryl's expression turned sour.
Back then, Tristan had dragged him into the "Mirror" bestowed by Morgan without a second thought, instantly transporting them from Sheffield to Calot.
Eiji saw right through his current state, barely holding back his laughter.
This was likely the result of him using causality too forcefully—though it hadn't killed Beryl!
Causality was precisely this kind of ability—"even if there's only a one percent possibility, it will forcibly beco reality"!
It's fine, it's fine. I'm a broad-minded, well-traveled person. No matter what happens, I won't—
"Pfft—HAHAHA!"
"..."
"Sorry, I'm professionally trained. I usually don't laugh—unless I can't help it!"
Beryl's face grew increasingly darker.
He had no idea what exactly had happened to him. Even with magecraft or curses, so dium was required, yet he hadn't detected any form of attack. He could only attribute it to his skills declining or his luck turning terribly bad, dismissing it as a joke played by the gods.
But being laughed at by Eiji made him deeply unhappy!
Woodwose and the others frowned, exchanging puzzled glances, completely unable to understand why Eiji was laughing so hard.
The Queen subconsciously raised a hand.
It seed she wanted to cover her mouth but forcibly stopped herself.
"Please don't change the subject!"
Beryl took a deep breath, a brilliant smile spreading across his face.
"I saw you with my own eyes when I was in Sheffield! How do you explain that?"
"What are you talking about?"
Having laughed his fill, Eiji wore a blank expression.
"Don't play dumb. You were in Sheffield at the ti, weren't you? And you're the one who helped Bogart and the Child of Prophecy escape, right?"
Beryl let out a long sigh, speaking with a tone full of regret.
"I originally thought that, as fellow mbers of the Queen's harem, we could coexist peacefully. Yet, it's co to this after all. You were plotting sothing from the very beginning, weren't you?"
Woodwose's expression hardened, his gaze toward Eiji growing increasingly dangerous.
Spriggan, sensing the situation turning sour, imdiately retreated to a corner.
Tch!
This dickhead... no, should be dickless, trying to fra !
Eiji gritted his teeth in fury.
He was absolutely certain he hadn't been exposed back then - with his stealth skills, soone as diocre as Beryl couldn't possibly have detected him!
Even if Beryl had actually noticed soone in Sheffield at the ti, he would have fled long ago, never daring to cause trouble in Eiji's presence!
He should know perfectly well how much Eiji wanted him dead - one wrong move and he could easily be killed by Eiji!
Not even the Queen's authority could intimidate him!
If he died by accident, what's that got to do with ?
"Beryl, you're really good at talking nonsense. If that's how we're playing, I also saw you shifting your affections, sweet-talking other won, saying the Queen is not as good as other won, betraying the Queen! What do you say to that!"
Eiji let out a sinister laugh.
So it's a framing contest!
Bring it on!
Who's afraid of who!
Unlike your baseless accusations, I actually have evidence!
Back in Sheffield, Eiji had recorded everything with a cara - Beryl's words to Mash were clearly captured in the device!
Of course, presenting that evidence would also reveal his own presence at the scene, so it was better not to use it unless absolutely necessary.
"What?"
Hearing this, Woodwose was overjoyed.
"Beryl, you dare betray the Queen! I knew soone like you couldn't be the Queen's husband - you should abdicate imdiately!"
Wow.
Eiji let out a small gasp.
This puppy is so easily manipulated!
"Please don't complicate matters, Mr. Woodwose. What we're discussing now is which side this Queen Consort is actually on!"
Beryl's face turned as dark as a burnt pot.
He had prepared various counterargunts before coming, but Woodwose's sudden attack caught him off guard, making him curse inwardly about this dog being nothing but a troublemaker!
"He's clearly a human from Proper Human History, without any stance like mine." He stord into the royal castle imdiately upon entering the capital, only proposing to beco Queen Consort after facing the Queen. Honestly, can you trust soone with such a position?"
"In that case, both of you should abdicate!"
Woodwose ca up with what he thought was a brilliant idea, revealing a smug smile.
"..."
Goddammit, can you even understand human language!
Beryl was ready to curse out loud - this was supposed to be about presenting a united front against outsiders, didn't he get that!
"Beryl."
Just then, the Queen spoke up.
"Your Majesty?"
"What exactly have you misunderstood?"
"?"
Beryl was taken aback.
"It wasn't him who proposed becoming Queen Consort."
The Queen's gaze fixed on Beryl, sweeping past Woodwose and the others.
"It was ."
"...Huh?"
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