Originally, Pela hadn't held much expectation.
But when the museum closed that night, Alice's report shocked her.
"What?" Pela sat in the chair, clutching the report, adjusting her glasses frame as she said in shock:
"We only opened the outer perimeter of the comprehensive area—why were there so many visitors? And right now there are only a few staff members here. Most of today's visitors were personally guided by that certain someone acting as a tour guide, yet we got these kinds of numbers?"
Pela had stayed here all day. While she had anticipated things would go well, she never expected it to be this booming—booming to an almost abnormal degree.
"Um, most of the visitors today seem to be admirers of Lord Executor." Alice said softly.
"What? Admirers?!" Pela looked as if she'd seen a ghost.
Alice said nervously:
"Yes. After they came in, most people were looking for Lord Executor to chat or asking him to treat stubborn ailments on their bodies. It seems… they weren't really that interested in appreciating the exhibits."
"Some even tried to bribe Lord Executor for special treatment. He accepted everyone who came—anyone who slipped him money privately, he took it all…"
"Good grief—so everyone who came today had ulterior motives!" Pela's eyes widened.
Zeig held the position of Executor, which carried the same authority as Bronya!
Although he himself had never exercised any rights and even forgot about it himself—wandering around every day like some loser—his status was the real deal.
Among Belobog's prominent figures, bribery wouldn't work on Cocolia, Bronya was on guard, and Gepard and Pela herself were upright and incorruptible.
But this certain someone was different.
Now he was even the manager of the history museum, and today he doubled as a tour guide—anyone could strike up a conversation with him!
As long as they bribed him, he really would accept.
"Where is that certain someone right now?!" Pela shot up and shouted.
"H-He said he was going out to have some fun tonight and wouldn't eat with us."
"It's so late, and he's still going to have fun?" Pela pursed her lips, starting to worry.
Today's ticket revenue was on the museum's books—he couldn't take that away, but those bribes? Those went straight into his own pocket.
"What entertainment options do we even have around here?" Pela couldn't help asking.
"Um… Does Miss Serval's performance count? Or shows at the Golden Opera House?" Alice pondered.
"No way—he's not like those nobles; how would he be into something so refined?!" Pela ruled out those kinds of entertainment.
Alice thought for a moment.
At night? Have fun?
She continued:
"Then… is it possible he's gone to find some girls?"
"Huh?"
"Yeah. Some spoiled noble sons often have rumors about keeping female students as mistresses. When Lord Executor said 'have some fun,' could it mean that?"
Pela swallowed. Memories of things she'd seen online flooded her mind—she actually started thinking it might really be possible?
When a man wants to "have some fun," it's usually just a few things.
Smoking? This certain someone carries his own pack of芙蓉王 but never smokes himself—he just uses it to gross people out.
Drinking? This guy doesn't drink either. Last time at Qlipoth Fort he insisted on sitting with kids and went off with March 7th and Hook to drink soda.
Women?
"…"
Hard to say.
"This guy better not actually go. He's still carrying the title of Executor—if someone really spots him, the other builders will get dragged into the gossip too." Pela's expression grew heavier.
After thinking it over, she still wanted to confirm with the person himself.
So.
She crouched down, hugged her phone, and typed to the certain someone.
Pela: Where are you right now?!
The certain someone: Hehe, I'm having fun~
Pela: What kind of fun?
The certain someone: Hehe.
Pela: Tell me already!! (annoyed.jpg)
The certain someone: This bed is so big, the lady is so pretty too. Good night good night.
…
Pela took a deep breath—her legs had gone numb from crouching.
Bed? Lady?
She slowly stood up, incredulous:
"He didn't actually go do that, right?"
Alice stood behind Pela and comforted her:
"Maybe we're overthinking it. In most TV dramas, situations like this usually turn out to be misunderstandings."
Pela turned back in shock:
"But after you say something like that, the flag's been raised! Even if it might have been a misunderstanding before, the odds just dropped massively, didn't they?!"
"Huh? Was I not supposed to say that?" Alice immediately covered her small mouth, realizing she really had said the wrong thing.
At this point, sweat beaded on Pela's anxious forehead.
She'd asked for his location, and he refused to say.
Clearly, he was already "having fun."
"Do we just let it go like this?" Pela murmured.
As long as no one finds out, maybe…
"No, no! How could I have such a terrifying thought? I have to confirm it myself—if it's real, I'll go tell the Supreme Guardian and let her decide how to handle it!"
With that thought, Pela said gravely:
"Alice, I can trust you, right?"
"Huh? Mm… Mm!"
Alice nodded frantically, immediately understanding what Pela meant.
The fact that the certain someone had gone out to "have fun" was currently known only to the two of them.
Even adding the woman responsible for his "fun," it was still within a controllable range.
"Good. We're heading straight to the hotel!" Pela gritted her teeth.
As the saying goes, people need face, trees need bark!
If the certain someone was doing something like this, there was no way it would be in his room at Qlipoth Fort.
…
The central square at night was brightly lit.
But because it was very late, there were hardly any pedestrians on the streets.
To avoid drawing attention, Pela changed into a white tracksuit, put on a baseball cap, and followed Alice up the steps of the Goethe Hotel.
In the lobby of the Goethe Hotel.
Faced with the sudden visit from Pela, old Goethe panicked and quickly asked:
"This… Lady Pela, don't tell me another wanted criminal is staying here? R-Rest assured, we'll cooperate fully!"
Pela pursed her lips, not revealing anything, and simply asked calmly:
"Is the Executor here?"
"Huh? The Executor?"
Old Goethe hurriedly pulled out the registry, checked it carefully, and said:
"No, the Executor only came here once before. He bought two cups of fruit tea in the lobby and then left."
Two cups of fruit tea?
Detective Pela immediately narrowed her eyes, thinking:
"Two cups of fruit tea—sure enough, someone else is with him!"
Alice followed behind and couldn't help asking:
"Um, it seems Lord Executor isn't here. What do we do now?"
Pela thought for a moment and said gravely:
"He might have gone to the Underworld. The Goethe Grand Hotel also has guest rooms—let's go now!"
…
At this moment.
In a dimly lit room.
The certain someone was covered with a small blanket. Beside him lay another figure, right next to him.
The certain someone lay on his side, gazing at the figure beside him, and smiled:
"Baby, tonight…"
…