The next day, I went to the police station early in the morning to find Manda.

When she saw the guy, she was writing something.

"Hey..."

"Well..."

"Uh, such a cold reaction?"

Anyway, I have plenty of time, so I’m not in a hurry.

Let’s talk to Manda first.

"I'm very busy! Don't you have to handle the case too? Then go do your own thing! Don't bother me!"

I'm as emotionally unstable as ever.

"What are you busy with?"

"Miscellaneous...chores..."

Manda replied in a low voice, while deliberately blocking the documents on her desk with her hand.

I understood quickly.

Now that there are formal police officers responsible for handling cases, trainee police officers like Manda naturally have to do other things.

According to this logic, if I didn't have the previous agreement with the lord, I would probably become unnecessary... Although it seems to be the case now.

"What about the murder case? Are you not going to help me?"

"For such a big thing...don't there be seniors?"

Big things... obviously not long ago, she and I were the only ones responsible.

"So you gave up?"

"Yes, so what?"

"I don't believe it~~"

As soon as I finished speaking, I took Manda's hand away from the table - and sure enough, on the table was a sketch of the layout of the Earl's Palace.

"Uh...! What did you do!"

Manda's face suddenly turned red, and she quickly picked up other documents to cover the sketch.

"It's too late, I saw it."

"Well..."

"I say I give up, but my body is quite honest~"

"Uh...! Don't use weird ways of speaking!"

I enjoyed Manda's glare and realized it was time to calm her down.

"It's okay. There's no need to be secretive. I'm glad you can help."

"I'm just...reflecting."

"Reflection?"

"Reflect on the useless work I did before... To prevent the case from being delayed again, I can't interfere anymore."

I know Manda's thoughts very well.

It’s just too serious.

"Eh? I think you can always help me."

"No! I...I can't help."

"Oh, why do you suddenly become less confident?"

"Because, because my direction is wrong..."

Manda lowered her head.

"You are right. The murderer had no direct motive for the first murder, so he is likely to commit another crime... If only I could give up my direction earlier..."

Is the direction wrong? If it weren't for the plug-in, my direction would probably be no different from Manda.

"That being said, you don't think you're going in the wrong direction, do you?"

"Well..."

"Even now, you are thinking in that direction, right?"

"You, what are you talking about? Didn't I already tell you that my direction was wrong!"

"No, you are going in the right direction."

I denied what Manda said.

Manda did not start with "the murderer will not commit crimes again" as she thought. On the contrary, she just tried to deduce this result through investigation.

As far as I know, just from the perspective of truth, the degree of deviation in her direction is minimal.

Therefore, instead of letting her give up the direction, it is better to let her continue to make mistakes... No, the truth should be obtained through constant mistakes.

"If you give up your own direction, you won't be the Manda I know."

"...Are you mocking me?"

"No~~Although your direction is wrong overall, the investigation you did helped me a lot."

"Well..."

"In other words, without your wrong direction to pave the way, I wouldn't have been able to come to the right direction."

"...I always think it sounds hot."

Uh...well, it seems that I still don't have the ability to influence others by talking.

Use the last resort.

"Well, in short, I just figured out some important issues yesterday..."

"Really? Say it quickly!"

...The last resort is the last resort.

I looked at Manda's big eyes, which suddenly became full of energy... The disappointed look just now was indeed fake.

"I know the tool the murderer used to kill Miss Schimmel."

I picked up Manda's water glass.

"This is it."

"...Eh?"

"Water."

"Water..."

"The murderer froze water into a shape similar to an awl, and used solid magic to prevent it from melting temporarily, and then used an ice awl to commit the murder."

"How do you know?"

"Ah, about that, there's actually something I didn't tell you when I first went to the attic..."

Well...after all, I didn't expect it to be related to the murder weapon.

In the final analysis, thanks to Ferrinold.

"On the living room floor of Miss Schimmel's room, there was a large pool of blood, and the blood contained too much water... It was probably caused by the melted ice pick."

"Since you know this kind of information, you should have told me earlier!"

"Yeah~~Sorry sorry~~"

"Your apology is of no use at all!"

Manda rolled her eyes at me.

"Well...I understand the situation. It is indeed very likely that the murderer used an ice pick."

"Right, right~~"

"Humph, what are you so proud of! If you had told me earlier about the abnormality of the blood stains, I would have thought of it..."

Manda seemed dissatisfied with my complacent look.

"Okay..."

"...But now we can't collect the murderer's fingerprints..."

"After all, the murder weapons are gone."

That’s where the clues about the murder weapon end.

Even if the murder weapon is known, there is still no information about the murderer.
To be continued...