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The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle – Chapter 1546

Chapter 1546 – Work of the Intelligence Department

“Is it because of that werewolf?” the Princess directly pressed. The Intelligence Manager showed a conflicted and hesitant expression. The Princess continued, “You’ve been playing riddles the whole time. Even if you tell me not to trust someone, it’s not convincing.”

If the Princess had merely been questioning under my instructions earlier, her curiosity had now been fully ignited. She was truly curious why a werewolf was hidden beneath her own home.

“I’m sorry! Please forgive me, Miss. I truly dare not speak carelessly. The matters involved are too significant!” The Intelligence Manager knelt before the Princess. It seemed he truly knew quite a bit.

“How about this, I won’t make things difficult for you. I will ask questions, and you only need to answer yes or no. But you must swear to the God you believe in that you will not deceive me,” the Princess said under my instruction.

“Miss, how could I dare deceive you?” the Intelligence Manager replied. However, seeing the Princess’s resolute gaze, she could only assume a posture of prayer and said, “I swear by the scales of the Heavenly Father that I will never deceive or falsify before Miss. If I go against this, may the Stranger take me!”

So that was it. He was a believer of the Seven Gods. The faith of the Seven Gods was particularly popular in Darmstadt, especially within the court. I had seen quite a few followers of the Seven Gods working in the court during this time.

The Seven Gods were actually seven different Avatars of one deity. Unlike other churches that split due to doctrinal differences, the followers of the Seven Gods maintained a unified church and mutual respect.

The Heavenly Father was the God representing justice, righteousness, and equality among the Seven Gods, and the Stranger was the God of Death among the Seven Gods. Taking such an oath was indeed very serious, making it impossible for him to lie.

“Very good. First, I ask you, did the Intelligence Department send these lists underground?” I instructed the Princess to ask.

“Yes,” the Intelligence Manager hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

“Did you also send the specific intelligence on the personnel on the list?” the Princess asked again.

“Yes, it’s all intelligence we painstakingly collected,” the Intelligence Manager nodded again.

“Were these all orders from Father?” the Princess inquired further.

“Yes,” sweat began to drip from the Intelligence Manager’s face.

So that confirmed it. The Intelligence Department helped the Duke gather information, and then the Duke ordered the intelligence to be sent underground, releasing the werewolf to kill his opponents.

The main event was yet to come. The Princess spoke again, “Is that werewolf Father’s pet?”

“Yes,” the Intelligence Manager nodded again. Although this area was not his direct responsibility, he was involved in part of it and was aware of some details.

“Father normally keeps her imprisoned underground, but occasionally releases her, is that correct?” the Princess asked. If she couldn’t come out, she wouldn’t be able to assassinate targets.

“Yes, actually, the Duke lets her out for a ‘walk’ every month. Patrol routes need to be rerouted in advance, and guards are also needed to secure the floor on the night of the full moon,” the Intelligence Manager said a little more this time, appearing to be opening up.

I had already guessed this. Such a systematic military modification, how could the Intelligence Manager know nothing about it? Even if he knew nothing, he should have guessed something after seeing the arrangements.

“Is that werewolf my blood relative?” The atmosphere froze. This question was essentially asking if the werewolf was related to the Duke.

The Intelligence Manager was covered in sweat, which continued to drip. This question had touched upon the core issue. The Intelligence Manager finally lowered his head and knelt before the Princess.

“What do you mean by that?” the Princess asked, her voice trembling. Let alone the Intelligence Manager, even she was shocked and disbelieving when she heard my question, thinking I had misspoke.

“Eldest Miss! This matter involves too much. I truly dare not speculate rashly, and I’m not trying to deceive you. I genuinely do not understand this matter. I can only tell you that when I joined the Intelligence Department, the werewolf already existed!” the Intelligence Manager pleaded for the Princess’s forgiveness.

Actually, she should have had some suspicions but dared not make random judgments. If the Duke returned and knew she had spoken carelessly, she would surely lose her head.

The werewolf had been around since before the Intelligence Manager’s tenure, which was quite a long time ago. I had the Princess say, “Don’t be nervous. I won’t force you to answer what you don’t know. Tell me, how long have there been rumors about the werewolf?”

Initially, the Princess had stated she only needed yes or no answers, but since I hadn’t forced the Intelligence Manager to answer just now, she was very grateful and answered this question. After all, it was just rumors. “According to our investigation, it’s been about twenty years.”

“Then, twenty years ago, were there any events related to werewolves?” the Princess asked again. Since the Princess was not a werewolf, and the Duke was not a werewolf, it was very likely that something happened involving a werewolf that resulted in a werewolf blood relative. It couldn’t be without any records.

At this moment, the Intelligence Manager looked at the Princess in surprise. She saw a wise leader, not a canary in a cage. She didn’t just want an answer; she had her own deductions and judgments.

This was the familiar work atmosphere for the Intelligence Manager. They didn’t just provide a definite conclusion to the Lord, because no intelligence department could guarantee 100% accuracy.

What they should do was compile various clues with higher credibility for the Lord, and then the Lord would make a judgment and issue orders to them, allowing the intelligence department to conduct targeted investigations.

“Miss, I can’t answer you immediately, but there were indeed similar related events at the time. May I be allowed to go back and check the records to give you an accurate reply?” the Intelligence Manager asked.

“Of course. Also, have you seen the werewolf? Do you know her appearance?” the Princess nodded and added another question.

“I have only seen the werewolf’s appearance: a large wolf, entirely snow-white, full of imposing presence. However, her human form appearance has always been a mystery. Perhaps someone has seen it, but they don’t know she is the werewolf,” the Intelligence Manager said.

“Then investigate and ask the Servants in the basement. See if anyone has seen the werewolf’s true appearance,” the Princess commanded.

“Yes. If there are no other orders, I will go back and investigate now,” the Intelligence Manager replied.

“Mmm, and remember, this matter is a secret between you and me. Don’t tell a third person. Of course, I won’t tell Father about this either, so you can investigate with peace of mind,” I added for the Princess.

Hearing this, the Intelligence Manager was completely reassured. She said joyfully, “Yes, I will do my best to investigate and give you a satisfactory answer.”

After she left, I was about to come out when I felt a familiar aura wash over me.


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The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle

The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle

今天的魔女小姐也在努力活着
Score 8.2
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2021 Native Language: Chinese
You hear the penny-dreadful tales, don’t you? Souls whisked off to other worlds, landing in lives of ease and splendor. Reborn as young lords in grand manors, with enchanted baubles at their fingertips or a spectral mentor whispering secrets. But my own ‘grand arrival’? No gentle angel to light the path. Instead, a repulsive, foul deity—some forgotten horror from a darker age—claimed me. I was tormented to the very edge of oblivion, then pitched into a twisted, gaslit world of shadows and fear. I awoke in the frail body of an orphan girl, shivering in some rat-infested rookery, choked by smog and despair. Weak, plagued by illness, with a hunger that gnawed relentlessly. My new story didn’t start from scratch; it began deep in the dregs, clawing my way up from less than nothing.” Now, all I fight for is to live, to see another grimy sunrise over these cobbled streets. Not just for my own skin, but for him—the one whose fate is tangled with mine, the one soul I cling to in this godforsaken, fog-drenched city.

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