The Tea-Stain-Removing Genius Says, “Scrub It with Salt”

Dunning, the head of the Dragon Knights’ Seventh Investigation Team, was a gloomy man nearing fifty, with black hair streaked with gray and slicked back.

He was rather short and slender, and his intelligent features suited his glasses perfectly.

Monica privately thought he looked more suited to standing at a lectern and teaching than to serving in the Dragon Knights.

“Welcome, Silent Witch-sama, Dragon-Slaying Mage-sama.”

Dunning said this without so much as a smile in the garrison’s reception room. His voice was as gloomy as his expression.

The room Monica and Cyrus had been shown into was called a reception room, but in reality it was a plain space more like a slightly spacious office.

The chairs they were offered were sturdy and crudely made. They were probably intended for large men. When little Monica sat down, her feet didn’t reach the floor.

When she sat in a chair with her feet dangling, Monica usually felt like swinging them, but this time she sat up straight and faced Dunning.

She was here as a Seven Sage and as Cyrus’s senior. She wanted to show at least a little dignity.

“Could you tell us about the investigation so far?”...