I Give Up on Conquering the Heroines chapter 66

66 – Legal Consultation (2)

It was two days ago.

The saint of Hameln.

She, who had been chosen directly by the deity, had visited Cologne.

‘What could this be about?’

I heard that the construction of Hameln was almost completed.

Apart from the ruined cathedral, all the government offices were finished and started to function.

With people migrating to the residential areas as well, the population was gradually increasing.

Now Hameln was undoubtedly the capital of the holy kingdom.

Cologne remained only as a cultural city, preserving the old history of the holy kingdom.

During all this, a sudden unexpected visit to Cologne by the saint caused a state of emergency.

We were not prepared at all to welcome her.

We had been notified only an hour before her arrival and scrambled to prepare a welcome.

Just before the saint’s arrival, a messenger arrived and told us not to make a pompous display.

It made me quite hot under the collar, but I managed to contain myself.

We dispersed all the welcoming crowds.

We cancelled all planned feasts and parties.

Since the saint said that she had come just to meet Cornelia Bream and myself privately.

“Hello there, Saint. I am Cornelia Bream, currently serving as the acting mayor of the city of Cologne.”

“Nice to meet you. It seems you’re in a challenging position for a woman. I know too well the difficulty.”

“Is that so…”

“You must’ve been very surprised. I’m truly sorry. I should have told you that I planned to visit quietly.”

“No, it’s alright.”

The atmosphere was quite okay.

This was my first time meeting the saint in person and I was worried, but she was much more gentle than I could have ever imagined.

“I’ll show you inside.”

“Sure, I know you must be very busy, so I should wrap up my business quickly and leave.”

“Oh no, there’s no need to rush…”

“I’m not acting this way because I want to impose on you. Being a saint is not a position of authority. I am an orphan who happened to hear the voice of God one day,” she said.

Her natural grace and humbleness was expressed organically, as if it was part of her being.

Since her appointment as a saint, she has been studying theology and magic, dismantling any who doubt her legitimacy or qualifications through debate. In doing so, she’s built a platform all for herself.

Yet, she only focused on her own shortcomings.

It’s only been a few seconds since they met.

Yet she could already feel the halo from the saint.

“Nobody can hear us here, right?”

“Yes, the Mayor’s office is completely soundproofed.”

“Then, I need legal advice…”

As soon as she was safely inside, her eyes changed and showed signs of anxiety.

The saint needs legal advice?

From me of all people?

“I’m sorry, saint, I’m not a judge so I don’t think I can provide legal advice.”

“Aren’t you a law major?You should be familiar with legal matters as the deputy mayor.”

“I only have fragmented knowledge. I can’t provide professional help.”

“A simple consultation will suffice. It’s not a difficult request. Will you hear me out?”

“All right…”

Why me of all people?

There are many others more suitable for legal advice.

Did she consider that my words would carry enough weight?

I started to tense up, thinking that perhaps this was about a burden the saint couldn’t reveal to others.

“Deputy Mayor, is it possible to issue a warrant for someone who doesn’t exist?”

“Do you mean a non-existent person?”

“A person who certainly exists, but has no way to prove his existence. Someone who is not registered as a citizen in any city of any country, with no one knowing his name…”

But the story that came out of the saint’s mouth was completely unexpected.

I had no idea what she was talking about.

Is it possible to issue a warrant for someone who doesn’t exist?

It was ridiculous, but I thought that there must be a reason for the saint’s words.

I had to answer as sincerely as possible.

“Hmm. It may be realistically difficult. An arrest warrant is not like a montage scattered to catch an unspecified suspect. It is a document that commands the specific individual’s arrest. So ordering a non-existent person is…”

“He does exist! I’m telling you, he exists!”

The saint, suddenly excited, slammed the table and shouted.

I was shocked.

I didn’t know the saint could raise such a loud voice.

“I’m sorry. You must have been startled.”

“……”

A moment later.

The saint, calming her ragged breath, sat back down.

It seemed to be a sensitive issue enough to stir the saint’s emotions.

I feel this is not a normal situation.

“He must surely exist as the saint says. I believe so.”

“Do you really? Do you believe me?”

“Of course. There is no way the saint would lie. However, issuing an arrest warrant is near impossible. Because the court cannot issue orders to an entity it doesn’t even recognize.”

“If the court recognizes the existence? Like witness information, pictures, or anything…”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Thank you, Deputy Mayor. That was really helpful.”

The saint grasped my hand with a bright smile.

To be honest, I still didn’t know what kind of conversation we had until now.

I didn’t know what kind of help I offered the saint.

But now I think I know.

Who the saint is so desperately looking for.

Who the saint is becoming impatient not being able to capture.

“Eugene… the person the saint is looking for was you…”

“……”

At that point, Eugene closed his eyes tightly in lieu of replying.

That alone was answer enough.

‘It’s driving me nuts, seriously.’

Last time, I barely missed Yulia by a few hours.

This time, I just missed Jill by two days?

It sends chills down my spine.

This kind of thing will probably happen frequently in the future.

Now, even the sense of tension has been replaced by a thrill.

“Eugene, what is your relationship with the saint?”

“No comment.”

Cornelia corrects her posture and asks with a serious expression.

Well, no wonder she’s curious.

A noble saint shouting, losing her mind just to find one person, couldn’t but pique one’s curiosity.

Unless you’re not human, you’d be curious too.

“I have a hold on the saint’s weakness. She would want to catch me at all costs, regardless of the crime.”

“Do you mean she’s trying to frame you?”

“Exactly.”

In terms of not revealing the whole truth, that would be the most accurate answer.

The reason why Jill is trying to catch me is because I betrayed Jill in the first round and left.

But that incident didn’t occur in this round.

So, there is no justification to arrest me.

Jill is trying to frame me, at least that’s what it looks like to the people of this round.

“How could she… the saint…”

Cornelia mumbles in shock.

It’s pretty unbelievable.

I understand.

When I first heard from Jill about the “ugh, peasant smell,” I was so horrified that I couldn’t eat for three days.

It was the most shocking moment since witnessing my first love badmouthing me.

‘Hold on. I can make use of this.’

I was temporarily taken aback by the sudden news.

But soon, I realize that this is not a disaster, but good news.

“Cornelia, have the saint accept your legal advice.”

“Huh? Consultation to capture Eugene?”

“Yes. Just don’t work hard enough to get caught. Dig out information from the saintess under the pretext of consultation. How she is trying to find me. What’s the scope of her search. The degree of her rage towards me, on a scale of one to ten and so on. If you can let me know everything, even the trivial things, it would be great.”

This is an opportunity.

An opportunity to escape from Zil’s pursuit.

Trying to issue a warrant to a nonexistent person.

Zil wouldn’t have been able to divulge this information to just anyone.

Zil must highly value and trust Cornelia.

Perhaps she felt a sense of affinity because they were both women in high positions.

So if Cornelia is providing legal advice, she wouldn’t doubt and would freely give out information.

Collaborators scattered everywhere are coming back to me.

It seems that Zil has fallen for the trap I’ve set.

“I understand. But would this be okay?”

“What?”

“Can you handle it if you are later caught by the saintess?”

“Don’t worry. You only have to sacrifice me and escape at that time. There’s no evidence that we conspired to deceive the saintess, right?”

“That’s not what I mean. I’m fine with whatever happens to me. I am questioning whether you can handle the saintess’s rage if you are caught.”

“Hmm…”

Handling if caught.

I haven’t thought about that.

The situation is already so bad that I didn’t even consider what could be worse.

“I can’t handle it.”

“…”

I admitted it honestly.

There is no way to cope with Zil’s rage.

Of course, there is one way to avoid it.

By feigning death.

Acquire a plausible corpse, completely incinerate it, and bury my power within it.

Then, after discovering the body, Zil would have no choice but to believe that I had burned to death.

“But there’s no way I’ll be caught, right?”

“…”

Of course, I don’t have to go that far.

Because I will defeat the final boss and return home before Jill finds out.

There’s no way I’m going to fail right?

There’s no way I’m going to get caught before that, right?

Absolutely no way.