Chapter 25The Vilhelm Case Part 3"W

Chapter 25

The Vilhelm Case Part 3


"Well Basil, we checked every book on these shelves and still nothing. What will we do now?" Dawson said collapsing on his bottom on Prince Vilhelm's bed.

"This doesn't make sense. We would have found a book that would be useful by now, but each book has nothing to offer." Basil said frowning as he held his magnifying glass, while standing next to Dawson on the large bed.

Dawson sighed.

"I just hope Haru and Crisp will return soon. I'm starting to go a bit mad, I'm too famished." Dawson said looking up at the ceiling, which had been painted in a landscape.

Basil growled under his breath.

"Those two should have been back by now! Crisp and Haru probably got themselves lost."

Basil then sighed in irritation and headed to the headboard of the bed, walking between the bed's two pillows.

"We better go search for them."

Dawson got up slowly, and then followed Basil, who grabbed a part of the headboard and began to climb down.

"Be careful, climbing down." Basil said.

Dawson looked nervously at the headboard and reluctantly moved into position to climb down. However while doing so, he didn't get good footing,

Dawson exclaimed as he realized this and began to fall backwards from the bed.

"Dawson?!" Basil cried in alarm as he watched as Dawson land right on the edge of the bed’s foundation.

"Oh dear!" Dawson said peering down at the floor where his bowler hat landed.

Basil let go of the headboard and landed right next to Dawson.

"You alright?"

"A little startled, but fine." Dawson smiled bashfully.

Basil gave a relieved smile and turned to face the mattress only to frown.

"Say Dawson, there is something between the mattress and foundation."

Dawson directed his gaze where Basil gestured, and tilted his head.

"Yes it appears so."

"Help me pull it out."

Basil and Dawson reached between the furniture till they touched a solid object and began to tug at it.

Basil's eyes widen little by little when, the object they were pulling turned out to be a blue book with a blank cover.

"Peculiar. Let's drop it down."

Once they finally pulled the entire book out they let it fall to the ground with a thud, before climbing down the rest of the way to inspect it.

Basil opened the cover of the book to see the first page in a notebook format.

"A journal, under the Prince's mattress?" Dawson questioned looking at the blank lined paper with Basil.

Basil frowned and turned the page to see neat penmanship on the two pages that were open before them.

"My word. . ." Dawson said, before leaning down to look at the writing and reading it aloud.

"Once again, my parents gave me another broken promise.

They always tell me that we will do something and in the end they are too busy.

They always put their royal duties before me and never consider my feelings. I'm getting very upset about that more than ever now.

Archibald kept on scolding me that my parents are always hard at work to make their subjects happy. I understand that, but what upsets me is they don't put that same effort into making me happy.

I hardly see them anymore these days.

Ever since I turned 8, they put their complete faith in Archibald into taking care of me and teaching me things and focused solely on their work and forgot about me. They expect him to do the work a governess would do, but completely forgot that Archibald is just my tutor.

I miss the days when I was younger. When I was very dependent on my parents. Back then it seemed like we were inseparable. Now it seems like I only get to see them during dinner and bedtime when they kiss me goodnight, but they have been doing that less frequently and I think they aren't going to even bother telling me goodnight soon. I better prepare myself for that possibility. - V"

Once Dawson finished reading the paragraph aloud he looked at Basil.

"That initial, V. This is Prince Vilhelm's writing. It's must be like a diary to him." Dawson said.

"And from the way it's hidden between his mattresses I assume he wants it to be a secret." Basil said flipping through the pages to find more of his writing.

Dawson interrupted Basil's page flipping.

"Wait, look here Basil." Dawson said looking at another paragraph.

"Six months until the Offering Festival and already mom and dad are working harder than usual. Great. More time taken away of me not seeing my parents.

I was actually foolish enough to mutter to myself how I wished my parents never created this dumb festival, this afternoon.

Kunz, who was nearby when I said this, took me aside and scolded me on how the Offering Festival was a benevolent event that our Kingdom takes great pride having each year. He then told me we don't have time from my selfishness and walked off.

For a stuttering dog who is one of the shortest in the palace, he sure enjoys scolding me like Archibald. And remarks like that really don't make me feel any better. If anything they make me want to run away from these awful people. From the royal advisor, my tutor, the disapproving eyes of the maids and other servants, to my unloving parents.

Okay, maybe I shouldn't say unloving. . . They do show they love to me and always look so sad when they tell me that we can't spend time with each other alone. But they still don't bother to bend some rules for me and put of work, so they could spend even just a little time with their son. No, unloving doesn't fit, uncaring does however.

I wish I didn't think like this, but I do and no matter how hard I try, I can't remain positive in my situation. Everyone is right about me, I'm selfish, negative, needy, and not at all the right successor for my parents to rule this kingdom after they pass the thrown to me. My parents would be better off with another kid who is everything I'm not. But life wasn't fair for them sadly, because they had me. - V"

Dawson frowned at the last sentence.

"My, the prince obviously wasn't the most happiest prince. Offering Festival? I wonder what that is? Was this recent?"

Basil studded the words and nodded.

"It must have been. The ink looks more fresh from the previous pages and we still have yet to read the rest. And based on the extremely right slanted writing and the darkness and indentations left from the writing, I believe the young lad to be profoundly depressed and capable of very extreme and desperate acts."

Basil smirked.

"Dawson, I we finally found what we need. Clues."

OOO

Not thinking twice, Haru leaped off of Crisp, alarming him, and landing a bit hard on her feet.

Wincing back the pain, Haru bolted towards Toto's figure.

"Toto?!" Haru called out.

Crisp who broke out of his shock, wore an angered look, as he called down to Haru.

"Haru?! What are you thinking, jumping down from that height?! You could have broken your legs!" Crisp yelled at her, trailing behind her as she got closer to Toto.

Ignoring Crisp's outburst, she made it behind the large raven’s back who laid on his side and quickly ran around to face him.

"Toto?! Toto! How are-?! What's wrong?!" Haru cried crouching to cup Toto's face in her small hands.

Groaning, Toto slowly opened his eyes and gazed up at the brown mouse staring at him in horror and groaned out.

"Don't. . . drink. . . that water." Toto struggled to whisper as he extended his wing in the direction of the cart holding the water, before going limp.

"Toto?!" Haru cried frantically as she desperately tried to bring the raven back into consciousness, feeling tears beginning to form in her eyes.

Crisp landed next to Haru and examined the larger bird laying in front of them and sighed in relief.

"He's alive. But definitely not okay." Crisp said frowning at his last remark.

Haru looked up at Crisp as she used her jacket sleeve to wipe her tears.

"B-But. . . he'll be okay, right?"

"I can't say. . ." Crisp said looking intently at the raven, before turning to the cart of water, nearby.

"Did he say anything before he passed out?" Crisp frowned.

"He said not to drink some water. . . " Haru said looking in the direction Crisp was peering.

"He must have been poisoned, by that water." Crisp murmured.

"But why?! Who would poison Toto?!" Haru angrily asked glaring at Crisp, demanding answers.

"How should I know?! We just got here!" Crisp exclaimed glaring back.

Haru's glare vanished as she put he hands to the sides of her head, and began to panic.

"Okay, okay, Haru. Calm down, calm down, Haru." Haru told herself pacing the ground, before turning abruptly to Crisp.

"We need to get help! We should also get Basil." Haru said.

Crisp frowned.

"Okay, but I completely lost track of the room we were in."

"That's okay, I'll go, I think I can find it." Haru said.

"Then we better hurry-"

"No! You stay here." Haru interrupted Crisp.

"Someone needs to watch Toto and make sure no one touches that water. You have to stay Crisp." Haru said.

Crisp slowly nodded.

"Right, come back fast." Crisp said.

Haru nodded and looked at Toto one last time before bolting off into the palace.

Crisp watched Haru go and turned to look down at the large bird at his side.

"Toto. . . Who's Toto? Does she mean him?" Crisp frowned in confusion as he stared at the unconscious raven next to him.

Haru ran down the large hall of the palace as fast as she could, her mind clouded in thoughts.

'Toto, he was poisoned. But why? Why would someone harm Toto?'

Haru ran down the corner of the hall into a foyer.

'But. . . what is Toto even doing here? Why is he here? Did he come alone?'

Haru's heart thumped at the possibility that a suave and gallant cat was somewhere nearby. But she quickly shook that thought from her head and fixed her gaze down the hall as she ran.

'Whether he's here or not, I'll find out soon enough. But right now, my priority is Toto!' Haru thought determined as she ran down another hall to a familiar staircase.

OOO

"Hope birdbrain made himself useful and figured some more things out." Muta grumbled as he and the others walked to the meeting

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Chương 25Trường hợp Vilhelm phần 3"Basil tốt, chúng tôi kiểm tra mỗi cuốn sách về những kệ và vẫn không có gì. Sẽ chúng tôi làm gì bây giờ?" Dawson nói sự sụp đổ trên dưới cùng của ông trên chiếc giường hoàng tử Vilhelm."Điều này không làm cho tinh thần. Chúng tôi sẽ có thể tìm thấy một cuốn sách mà sẽ có ích bây giờ, nhưng mỗi cuốn sách không có gì để cung cấp. " Basil nói frowning như ông đã tổ chức của mình kính lúp, trong khi đứng bên cạnh Dawson trên đáy lớn.Dawson thở dài."Tôi chỉ hy vọng Haru và sắc nét sẽ trở lại sớm. Tôi bắt đầu đi một chút điên, tôi quá đói." Dawson nói nhìn trần nhà, mà đã được sơn trong một cảnh quan.Basil growled theo hơi thở của mình."Hai cần phải có trở lại bởi bây giờ! Sắc nét và Haru có thể đã nhận mình mất. "Basil sau đó thở dài trong kích thích và hướng đến headboard của giường, đi bộ giữa đáy của hai gối."Chúng tôi nên đi tìm cho họ."Dawson đứng dậy từ từ, và sau đó theo sau Basil, người nắm lấy một phần của headboard và bắt đầu leo lên."Hãy cẩn thận, leo." Basil nói.Dawson nhìn nervously headboard và miễn cưỡng chuyển vào vị trí để leo lên. Tuy nhiên trong khi làm như vậy, ông đã không nhận được tốt chân,Dawson kêu lên khi ông nhận ra điều này và bắt đầu rơi ngược từ đáy."Dawson?!" Basil khóc trong báo động như ông dõi như Dawson đất ngay trên rìa của giường nền tảng."Oh dear!" Dawson nói peering xuống ở tầng nơi ông hat bowler đổ bộ.Basil let go of the headboard and landed right next to Dawson."You alright?""A little startled, but fine." Dawson smiled bashfully.Basil gave a relieved smile and turned to face the mattress only to frown."Say Dawson, there is something between the mattress and foundation."Dawson directed his gaze where Basil gestured, and tilted his head."Yes it appears so.""Help me pull it out."Basil and Dawson reached between the furniture till they touched a solid object and began to tug at it.Basil's eyes widen little by little when, the object they were pulling turned out to be a blue book with a blank cover."Peculiar. Let's drop it down."Once they finally pulled the entire book out they let it fall to the ground with a thud, before climbing down the rest of the way to inspect it.Basil opened the cover of the book to see the first page in a notebook format."A journal, under the Prince's mattress?" Dawson questioned looking at the blank lined paper with Basil.Basil frowned and turned the page to see neat penmanship on the two pages that were open before them."My word. . ." Dawson said, before leaning down to look at the writing and reading it aloud."Once again, my parents gave me another broken promise.They always tell me that we will do something and in the end they are too busy.They always put their royal duties before me and never consider my feelings. I'm getting very upset about that more than ever now.Archibald kept on scolding me that my parents are always hard at work to make their subjects happy. I understand that, but what upsets me is they don't put that same effort into making me happy.I hardly see them anymore these days.Ever since I turned 8, they put their complete faith in Archibald into taking care of me and teaching me things and focused solely on their work and forgot about me. They expect him to do the work a governess would do, but completely forgot that Archibald is just my tutor.I miss the days when I was younger. When I was very dependent on my parents. Back then it seemed like we were inseparable. Now it seems like I only get to see them during dinner and bedtime when they kiss me goodnight, but they have been doing that less frequently and I think they aren't going to even bother telling me goodnight soon. I better prepare myself for that possibility. - V"Once Dawson finished reading the paragraph aloud he looked at Basil."That initial, V. This is Prince Vilhelm's writing. It's must be like a diary to him." Dawson said."And from the way it's hidden between his mattresses I assume he wants it to be a secret." Basil said flipping through the pages to find more of his writing.Dawson interrupted Basil's page flipping."Wait, look here Basil." Dawson said looking at another paragraph."Six months until the Offering Festival and already mom and dad are working harder than usual. Great. More time taken away of me not seeing my parents.I was actually foolish enough to mutter to myself how I wished my parents never created this dumb festival, this afternoon.Kunz, who was nearby when I said this, took me aside and scolded me on how the Offering Festival was a benevolent event that our Kingdom takes great pride having each year. He then told me we don't have time from my selfishness and walked off.For a stuttering dog who is one of the shortest in the palace, he sure enjoys scolding me like Archibald. And remarks like that really don't make me feel any better. If anything they make me want to run away from these awful people. From the royal advisor, my tutor, the disapproving eyes of the maids and other servants, to my unloving parents.Okay, maybe I shouldn't say unloving. . . They do show they love to me and always look so sad when they tell me that we can't spend time with each other alone. But they still don't bother to bend some rules for me and put of work, so they could spend even just a little time with their son. No, unloving doesn't fit, uncaring does however. I wish I didn't think like this, but I do and no matter how hard I try, I can't remain positive in my situation. Everyone is right about me, I'm selfish, negative, needy, and not at all the right successor for my parents to rule this kingdom after they pass the thrown to me. My parents would be better off with another kid who is everything I'm not. But life wasn't fair for them sadly, because they had me. - V"Dawson frowned at the last sentence."My, the prince obviously wasn't the most happiest prince. Offering Festival? I wonder what that is? Was this recent?"Basil studded the words and nodded."It must have been. The ink looks more fresh from the previous pages and we still have yet to read the rest. And based on the extremely right slanted writing and the darkness and indentations left from the writing, I believe the young lad to be profoundly depressed and capable of very extreme and desperate acts."Basil smirked."Dawson, I we finally found what we need. Clues."OOONot thinking twice, Haru leaped off of Crisp, alarming him, and landing a bit hard on her feet.Wincing back the pain, Haru bolted towards Toto's figure."Toto?!" Haru called out.Crisp who broke out of his shock, wore an angered look, as he called down to Haru."Haru?! What are you thinking, jumping down from that height?! You could have broken your legs!" Crisp yelled at her, trailing behind her as she got closer to Toto.Ignoring Crisp's outburst, she made it behind the large raven’s back who laid on his side and quickly ran around to face him."Toto?! Toto! How are-?! What's wrong?!" Haru cried crouching to cup Toto's face in her small hands.Groaning, Toto slowly opened his eyes and gazed up at the brown mouse staring at him in horror and groaned out."Don't. . . drink. . . that water." Toto struggled to whisper as he extended his wing in the direction of the cart holding the water, before going limp.
"Toto?!" Haru cried frantically as she desperately tried to bring the raven back into consciousness, feeling tears beginning to form in her eyes.

Crisp landed next to Haru and examined the larger bird laying in front of them and sighed in relief.

"He's alive. But definitely not okay." Crisp said frowning at his last remark.

Haru looked up at Crisp as she used her jacket sleeve to wipe her tears.

"B-But. . . he'll be okay, right?"

"I can't say. . ." Crisp said looking intently at the raven, before turning to the cart of water, nearby.

"Did he say anything before he passed out?" Crisp frowned.

"He said not to drink some water. . . " Haru said looking in the direction Crisp was peering.

"He must have been poisoned, by that water." Crisp murmured.

"But why?! Who would poison Toto?!" Haru angrily asked glaring at Crisp, demanding answers.

"How should I know?! We just got here!" Crisp exclaimed glaring back.

Haru's glare vanished as she put he hands to the sides of her head, and began to panic.

"Okay, okay, Haru. Calm down, calm down, Haru." Haru told herself pacing the ground, before turning abruptly to Crisp.

"We need to get help! We should also get Basil." Haru said.

Crisp frowned.

"Okay, but I completely lost track of the room we were in."

"That's okay, I'll go, I think I can find it." Haru said.

"Then we better hurry-"

"No! You stay here." Haru interrupted Crisp.

"Someone needs to watch Toto and make sure no one touches that water. You have to stay Crisp." Haru said.

Crisp slowly nodded.

"Right, come back fast." Crisp said.

Haru nodded and looked at Toto one last time before bolting off into the palace.

Crisp watched Haru go and turned to look down at the large bird at his side.

"Toto. . . Who's Toto? Does she mean him?" Crisp frowned in confusion as he stared at the unconscious raven next to him.

Haru ran down the large hall of the palace as fast as she could, her mind clouded in thoughts.

'Toto, he was poisoned. But why? Why would someone harm Toto?'

Haru ran down the corner of the hall into a foyer.

'But. . . what is Toto even doing here? Why is he here? Did he come alone?'

Haru's heart thumped at the possibility that a suave and gallant cat was somewhere nearby. But she quickly shook that thought from her head and fixed her gaze down the hall as she ran.

'Whether he's here or not, I'll find out soon enough. But right now, my priority is Toto!' Haru thought determined as she ran down another hall to a familiar staircase.

OOO

"Hope birdbrain made himself useful and figured some more things out." Muta grumbled as he and the others walked to the meeting