Chapter 348.1. The Real Address!

“I am innocent! ”
A woman’s shrill scream echoed, and a coffee cup flew through the air with a splash. Since it contained liquid, dodging the cup would likely result in getting soaked.
[Icicle Arrow III]
To avoid getting dirty, Mii-chan pointed her index finger. Ice arrows flew, freezing the airborne coffee cup along with its contents, making it clink and bounce back solidly.
“Ahhh! It’s cold! I’m freezing!”
The woman, who had been hit by the rebounded iced coffee, rolled on the floor, theatrically screaming in discomfort. She struggled on the long, fluffy carpet.
“Huh? Wasn’t basic magic just child’s play for high-level magicians? Didn’t aunty tell mama that?”
Curiously tilting her head, Mii-chan offered an innocent smile.
Hearing Mii-chan’s words, the woman stopped rolling on the carpet and stood up with a devilish, resentful expression.
That line… You’re Marchioness Takano, the daughter of that filthy nouveau riche!”
Staring with a fierce, mask-like face, the woman continued. Her hair was slightly frozen, but she seemed otherwise undamaged.
“Hello, ma’am. I’m  Takano Miu, a first-year middle school student. I’m a Marchioness!”
“Hah! Such a foolish demeanor. Your features resemble that woman, and you have the plain face of a poor commoner.”
After offering a bright smile and a friendly greeting, she received a reply full of suicidal intent.
“Watch your mouth, former Duchess.”
As Yamiyo stepped forward, she gently warned with a kind smile. Her eyes showed no amusement; instead, they harbored a dark, ominous aura.
“No, I won’t be silent. After all, this is my house. Do you understand that you’re an uninvited guest, daughter of Marquis Teijou?”
Fearlessly, Noriko replied, proudly holding her ground.
Indeed, if asked where they were, it was the residence of Kanna Noriko, Duke Kanna’s wife. She wasn’t in some rundown apartment.
It was a mansion worth several hundred million yen, with a garden and possibly a pool and jacuzzi. It was a two-story luxury residence built on a considerable plot of land.
The living room alone was spacious enough for a home party. Mii-chan and the others were in that living room.
“It was something that we could understand with a little thought. Keeping the registered address in that apartment and her actual living place in a mansion…”
Captain Gotou murmured, putting his hand on his forehead as if enduring a headache.
That’s right. The family register was at the apartment, but the reality was different. It seemed that Kanna Noriko had built a mansion and was living a leisurely life.
After all, 2 maids were waiting along the wall. Despite the commoner appearance, maids were maids. It indicated she had the financial capacity to employ them.
“Shin-kun is an amazing magician. He can easily earn money as much as he wants.”
“Hah, that’s right, Lady Takanoko. Unlike you, a parvenu, people from the Duke’s family, spanning generations, are excellent. Earning millions casually is a piece of cake for my son.”
Noriko proudly laughed with a smug expression. Indeed, it was true. High-level magicians don’t have financial troubles. Even if their assets were confiscated, they could easily earn them back, given their skills.
Shin… I wonder if Shin is still the same. Doubts lingered, but he had managed not to have financial difficulties.
“Well, wait a minute. Something is strange about this story.”
“What’s strange? For high-level magicians, it’s easy, right? Money comes pouring in, doesn’t it?”
Victory interjected with a puzzled expression, and Tamamo tilted her head in curiosity at Victory’s words.
Victory waved to everyone, and for some reason, his face turned flustered.
“Because Shin lives in a six-mat, run-down apartment. He casually buys discounted items at the supermarket, is skilled in frugal cooking, and impresses the harem members.”
“Um… Awa-kuni-san, is that Shin’s lifestyle?”
Everyone, including Yamiya, was puzzled. Oh, right, there might have been such a depiction. I remember this guy well.
“That’s right! Living such an easy life makes me sick.”
“Oh no, a mosquito in Victory’s liver! Are you okay?”
Saint Nana patted Victory on the back and consoled him, who was crouching and holding his side. It looked like he had received a crushing blow and a flash-like river blow, but it was probably just an illusion.
“A mosquito in the liver… What is that…”
“It seems like he was tired. He fell asleep.”
Smiling, Saint Nana continued stroking Victory’s carotid artery. She smiled when Victory fainted and lay down. She seemed not to want him to say anything unnecessary.
Certainly, it was entering a dangerous territory. Captain Goto was about to begin the interrogation.
Be that as it may, in the original work, Shin was indeed living in poverty. Well, a clear depiction of hitting rock bottom was probably necessary.
But when it comes to reality, the story becomes immediately strange. In this world, defeating high-level monsters will earn you millions of yen. Shin could have earned tens of millions.