Let the Bizarre Adventure of the Joestars begin.

“Cecilia, do you know which dock in London is the most chaotic?” Jeanne asked me on the way back, and I quickly gave her the answer, just as fast and accurate as ever.

Surrey Quay on the Thames.

“Good, that’s our next target. After all, there are no jewelry stores in Ghoul Street.” Just as I imagined, it made him think of many things, and he had even begun to vaguely sense the location of the slain dwarf’s dwelling.

What did you see on the pocket watch?

"There are a lot of scratches around the keyhole for winding."

"This guy is an alcoholic. The scratches were probably caused by his hand shaking when he was winding it up."

"And other places tell us more. What do you think the letters left on a watch in this era would represent?"

"The dealer's logo."

"Among these marks, the newest is M·H, which should be M·H."

“Madison and Hagrid, and here, at Surrey Quay on the Thames, there’s a branch. Considering the circumstances of that dead man, it means this pocket watch must have been sold here.” Who came here? I glanced at Jeanne, who was walking beside me.

She looked up at the jewelry store on the corner, something flashed in her eyes, but it was more than that; her eyes reflected not only light, but also a hint of unease.

It's interesting that there's something that makes Jeanne uneasy. But if there really is something that can turn a politician into a fanatic in a few months, then perhaps she should be uneasy.

But even so, so what? We still have to find out the truth. If you ask why, it's because Jeanne is a detective, and I'm her assistant.

"And stores in this era do not yet have the concept of customer privacy, that is to say..."

“We can get the deceased’s place as long as we pay enough money.”

“Yes, of course, but we can use the money to buy a necklace or a ring or something, and then find out where the deceased lived.” Jeanne said matter-of-factly, which made sense, since pocket watch shops are usually located next to jewelry shops, which meant that they could buy a ring or a necklace.

"Okay, anyway, it shouldn't be too expensive." Yes, in this era, the situation was that Britain plundered a lot of wealth and jewels from other countries, so these things weren't actually that valuable.

"No, I have to buy the most expensive one, since it's for you."

"Buy... wait, you just said you were going to give it to me?" I said halfway through, then suddenly realized what you had said earlier.

Of course, it wasn't just my brain that reacted, but my body as well. The capillaries in my face and earlobes started to fill with blood. Although I don't know how fast my heart is beating right now, it must be very fast, probably 110 beats per minute, which is almost twice as fast as my usual 70 beats per minute.

Thinking about it this way, my heart must not be simply saying "I'm still alive" as usual, but rather saying something else, loudly proclaiming that I like this.

"They finished examining the body half an hour ago, and now they're asking me if I want a necklace or something..." I tried to calm myself down, but the words from earlier still had a significant impact on me.

"You don't want it? Then I won't buy it." That's what the person said as he stood in front of the pocket watch shop.

Although what she said was completely meaningless, once combined with her expression, it was clear that she was already waiting for me to fall into her trap.

"Who said I don't want it? Let's go." With that, I took a small step forward, as if completely unaware of the trap, and walked over.

In the end, after paying a sum of money that was completely unaffordable for the current upper-middle class in London, they bought the store's prized possession and the deceased's residence.

Although I don't know when Jeanne realized this, I'm unexpectedly happy today, happier than anyone else in the world.

Although I don't know what kind of happiness I felt when Siegfried proposed to me, I think it probably couldn't compare to what I felt then.

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I'll explain later why Miss Na knew about this.

Thank you Jeanne Darc and Lulutia for the recommendation vote.

Thank you Lingluo for the monthly pass.

A Frenzy of Ripples and Blood: Chapter Twenty-Eight - Miss Na Heard So Much...

“You, happy, must love Miss Jeanne, right?” Simsa asked another person.

"Mm," Cecilia replied.

If only those two people hadn't discussed this topic that day, if only they had waited until Miss Jeanne had walked a little further away before discussing it.

That way, Jeanne wouldn't hear it.

When Jeanne, who was sending a telegram, heard Simsa calling Cecilia's name, she turned her attention to Cecilia.

However, the result of this was that I heard things I shouldn't have heard.

Yes, this is something that should never have been heard. If she hadn't heard it, perhaps Jeanne wouldn't have had such a headache for so long.

"Tell the truth." For the first time, seeing Cecilia's concern from a different perspective made Miss Na feel that something seemed to have changed.

It's not like it used to be.

"And the right leg." That's what they said, but it still wasn't the truth.

This was a lie. For the first time, I felt this kind of concern. For the first time, I felt that I shouldn't let her worry about this too much, so Miss Jeanne lied. For the first time, under Cecilia's questioning, she lied twice.

Actually, both legs were being eroded by Honkai energy, but it wasn't a big problem. As long as they didn't die, it wasn't a big deal at all.

After learning about this, Miss Jeanne felt that although she was still alone with Cecilia as before, it felt a little different. In reality, the two of them had only slept in the same room at most.

On that day, after Miss Jeanne's anxiety caused by Cecilia's words had reached its peak, an event occurred—an event that made Miss Jeanne feel she could resolve her inner anxiety.

The Blackwood incident.

However, no matter how much attention he focused on Blackwood's actions, his inner anxiety was not resolved in the slightest.

The failure to resolve this issue led to the subsequent situation where Miss Na felt for the first time that her reasoning had been influenced by subjective emotions.

I may have misjudged whether Blackwood was a fanatic.

At this moment, Miss Jeanne finally realized that she might have to do something.

But Jeanne had absolutely no idea what to do.

He looked at Cecilia several times, wanting to open his mouth to say something, but he only opened his mouth and then closed it again, unable to say anything.

Something was being suppressed within her heart—this was the first time Miss Jeanne had felt this way in years. If this had happened to someone else, Jeanne would have quickly come to the conclusion of the illness.

However, once this happened to her, Jeanne felt this so-called unease and helplessness for the first time.

However, when Jeanne felt lost and helpless, she suddenly thought of something else.

Cecilia, have you ever felt lost like this? Have you ever felt this uneasy? Have you ever suppressed your emotions and suffered like I do now?

However, Jeanne, who is usually very good at analyzing things, failed to come up with an answer the first time.

There is absolutely no answer.

The day after she pondered this question, Miss Jeanne found an excellent opportunity: she found a pocket watch on a substitute for someone who had died in her place.

Pocket watch manufacturers often have side businesses like jewelry making. Similarly, we should now inquire about the deceased's address, which should be available from the pocket watch distributor.

Similarly, jewelry processing is also done there.

However, as she walked along the road, Miss Jeanne began to struggle with another matter: should she really say it? Cecilia was probably afraid of ruining the existing situation, which was why she didn't say it.

Should I disrupt the current situation?

I stole a glance at Cecilia's profile; she was beautiful, and didn't look like someone who had been exposed to massive industrial smog pollution in this era.

Moreover, Cecilia was unaware that Miss Jeanne was spying on her.

But now, looking at Cecilia's profile, Jeanne understood something—something very simple, simpler than anything else.

Cecilia may have fallen in love with Miss Jeanne several years ago.

Thinking about it, it makes a lot of sense. After all, when Cecilia first came here, she was just a teenage girl, and at that time, Miss Jeanne was the only one in the same situation as her.

So it's normal to develop a dependency back then, and over the years, that dependency has evolved into something much more profound.

But when Miss Jeanne thought about how Cecilia had liked her for years, she felt that perhaps she shouldn't keep Cecilia waiting any longer.

Perhaps I shouldn't keep agonizing over this.

However, saying this now is probably not a good time.

Although that's what Miss Jeanne thought, if I had to say, it was when she saw the necklace in that watch shop...

Jeanne would wonder if Cecilia would look good wearing this necklace.

“We can get the deceased’s place as long as we pay enough money.”

"Yes, of course, but we can use the money to buy a necklace or a ring or something, and then find out where the deceased lived." Because he was thinking about what Cecilia would look like wearing the necklace, he subconsciously blurted out what he was thinking. It's true that his body beat his brain.

But once words are spoken, there's no going back.

"Okay, anyway, it shouldn't be too expensive." But Cecilia didn't seem to realize anything yet, or rather, Cecilia still thought she had kept it a secret very well.

"No, I have to buy the most expensive one, since it's for you." So, it might be better to say it all at once while I have the chance.

"Buy... wait, you just said you were going to give this to me?"

As Cecilia finished speaking, a slight blush crept onto her face. Although she was already in her twenties, her body remained that of a 15-year-old due to the Ripple technique. However, regardless of age, a slightly shy young girl is beautiful in itself.

“They checked the body just half an hour ago, and now they’re asking me if I want a necklace or something…” Although she was still shy, Cecilia sensed something was off.

"You don't want it? Then I won't buy it."

"Who said I don't want it? Let's go." Finally, she took my hand and walked into the watch shop, where she bought the most beautiful necklace.

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Hmm, I feel like I wrote it too short, but it doesn't seem to be a big problem. If it doesn't work, I'll come back and revise it later.

Thank you Jeanne Darc, the Holy Artoria, for the recommendation vote.

Ripples and Blood's Frenzy: Chapter Twenty-Nine - Evidence Burned Away by Fire

In the end, the two of them got both the address and the necklace.

The necklace features a red gemstone set in the center, with a symbol at the very center that looks like a cross.

But no matter what, the necklace is beautiful and meets the expectations of Miss Jeanne and Cecilia. And that's enough to make them stop worrying about the red stone.

"What do you think might be in there?" Jeanne asked Cecilia, whose expression was clearly a little strange, as they walked toward the address.