Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 225 Golden Rose Theater (Part 3)

"So it seems that Mrs. Mary is related to you?" While being surprised by this doomed tragedy, Conan realized that Mrs. Bella's identity should not be simple.

"Poor, miserable Mary, no matter what identity she lives in, she can't escape such a tragedy." Jack adjusted his top hat.

"Mary Clayburgh, Marie de Capet, Marie Bathory, Mary Stuart, Marie Antoinette...none of them had a happy ending."

Conan heard a familiar name among the series of "Marie": "You mean Marie Antoinette?"

Conan clearly remembered that it was the name of the queen he met in the Twilight Villa. At that time, she said that her code name was "Red Lady" and that she was working with the member code-named "Nightmare".

"Ah, you know her, or rather, you've seen her, right?" Jack folded his hands with interest. "Nightmare was not only a master of potions, but also quite knowledgeable in literature. He created Lady Mary based on the French Queen."

"Born from a false illusion, this lady feels lost. Nightmare, her creator, implanted a series of memories about 'Mary' into her mind and then left her alone. How irresponsible."

"It was our patriarch who took in this proud yet fragile queen because we were both French. Since the Clayberg family had just suffered a tragedy that nearly wiped out their entire clan, the patriarch arranged for this Mary to transform into Mary Clayberg and return to the young master of the Clayberg family."

Conan's face was full of shock. He had heard the composer talk about the past of the Kreberg family. As his aunt, Lady Mary must have married far away and did not encounter the fire that wiped out the family.

"Wait, if the current Lady Mary was arranged by you, then where is the real Mary Clayburgh who married far away?"

"What do you think?" Jack's claw blade flicked over Conan's head.

"You, are you trying to silence someone?"

Jack frowned. "Why do you have to link everything to us murdering someone to silence them? You little detective just likes to overthink things. Mary Clayburgh committed suicide, which is just as tragic."

"Manus de Capet from France fell in love with Marie Kreiberg of Austria. Their marriage was not recognized by the Kreiberg family, and the woman's marriage was tantamount to exile. She left without any dowry, taking only her favorite gem."

"Later, Marie's life in France was not happy. Fortunately, her husband loved her enough to build a racecourse for her to have fun. But the good times didn't last long. Marie was falsely accused of having an affair with a jockey. The gossip broke the lady down, and she eventually hanged herself in a red dress at the racecourse."

"Not long after, the Manus family was also implicated in the rumors and fell into decline. The head of the family simply took advantage of this to suppress the news, only spreading the news of the Capet family's demise. He then implanted Mary Clayburgh's memories into the mind of the Red Lady, asking her to return to find her 'nephew'."

"In that case, who would believe that such a lady could be an imposter?"

Jack laughed. "Come to think of it, from Marie Antoinette at the beginning to Marie Clayburgh at the end, gossip, slander, and frame-ups filled the lives of the Maries. They were always misunderstood, never understood, and could never escape this tragic past."

Conan stood there in a daze. He hadn't expected the story behind Madam Red to be so complex. If one put aside her identity as a member of the Oritis Organization, "Mary" was a completely man-made tragedy. If it weren't for this sudden murder, she would still die in a tragedy in the future...

In his heart, Conan lowered the moral bottom line of the nightmare and the Melodi family to the lowest level, and then threw the idea out of his mind.

Conan: These bastards have no moral bottom line at all!

Conan was gritting his teeth at Jack. Although Madame Red had attacked them at the Twilight Villa, after learning her story, Conan really couldn't feel any disgust towards her. Instead, he was full of sympathy for her tragedy.

Conan: Staring at Jack (⊙_⊙)

Jack's inner thoughts: Why are you glaring at me? Shouldn't you be going to uncover the truth of the murder case now?

Fortunately, the rescue finally arrived: the knight, the psychologist, and the patient. The knight put on his helmet and drew his sword, ready for a hearty tactical foresight. The psychologist stood in front of Conan, and the patient stood in front of the psychologist.

Jack: Buhao, it's the upper left and lower right simulators (the consequences of not having wards) and the fully automatic dog food launcher (a combination skill for young couples), retreat!

Seeing Jack leave, the psychologist breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Conan: "Little detective, are you okay?"

"Is what he said about Lady Mary true?"

Conan held on to a glimmer of hope. What if this was just Jack's own nonsense? If everything he said was false, wouldn't that lady's experience have been less tragic?

The knight took off his helmet in silence, the patient held the psychologist's hand tightly, and the psychologist spoke slowly after making up his mind.

"I've seen nightmares that weren't even in 'nightmare form'. He was indeed the one who created the 'Red Lady'. At the time, the Lady's mind was filled with a lot of chaotic tragedies, so he asked me to provide her with psychological counseling..."

Conan's last bit of hope disappeared: Yes, all the tragedies of Mrs. Mary were true. If this was true, how sad Uncle Frederick would be!

After recovering from his grief, Conan slowly spoke: "Doctor Mesmer, that's your name, right? Do you know what Uncle Frederick did after joining your organization?"

The psychologist thought for a moment and then said, "He rarely interacts with us, but he seems to often consult Mr. Antonio about music and composition. We learned a lot of this information from him."

The knight added, "Mr. Antonio said he would sometimes compose music all night long, just to create a perfect piece. Then, when Mrs. Mary finished performing, he would dedicate the piece to his aunt, who had accompanied him through every lonely day and night."

But even such a simple wish cannot be realized now. Lady Mary will never hear the song praising her again. Two people who are not related by blood but have supported each other for many years are now separated by the Yin and Yang.

Conan pondered: What had Heaven given Uncle Frederick? A family that didn't support him, aristocrats who cared only about his looks and ignored his talent, the demonic lines that had accompanied him since birth, and the sadness of feeling abandoned by the Muse when his inspiration began to dry up?

His experience is so similar to that of Lady Mary. One is a tragic collection of all "Marys", and the other is a musical genius whose talent has been exhausted.

Conan could see that Mrs. Mary treated her "nephew" with genuine love, and Uncle Frederick treated his "aunt" with genuine respect.

But even such a beautiful and dreamlike family relationship has now ended with the collapse of the stage.