Could it be because of the cold weather? Or was it because it was crumpled into a narrow gap in the wall and then plastered over? The body, which bore a striking resemblance to Kitty Winders, was hardly decomposed as if it had not been long after she died.
Still, I had a hunch.
âŠThis body had been here for a considerable period of time.
It was becauseâŠ
âIt was only so that âKittyâ could have come to the island.â
I have a headache. It meant that the Kitty I knew wasnât the ârealâ Kitty. No matter what she did, she pretended to be someone who looked exactly like herself. And, perhaps, the reason why Cassius killed the fake KittyâŠ
The real Kittyâs friend, who had been frozen after finding the body, screamed.
âKi-Kitty! KittyâŠ!â
ââŠBe quiet.â
My voice sounded strangely cold.
âH-how?! Why is Kitty here? Why, Young Lady⊠I heard she was buried in the County?!â
I swallowed dry saliva.
At the same time, a cold sweat felt wet all over his body. It was me who wanted to deny all these things that had just happened. However, the body that looked exactly like Kitty I knew but could never be that Kitty proved that it could never be the case.
âI donât know either, but I think youâd better keep quiet. For both you and meâ
ââŠYoung, Young Ladyââ
Kittyâs friend burst into tears.
âHow can you be so indifferent, Young Lady? A person died. Sheâs dead!â
ââŠGet out. This is an order.â
The maid obediently obeyed my words. It was fortunate because sheâd never have liked what I did after she left.
I carefully pulled the string in the real Kittyâs hand.
âIt must have been a locket necklace.â
Attached to the gold string was a small rocket. When I twisted the lid, I heard a click, and the inside was revealed. It was a picture of twin sisters who looked just like each other, holding her hand and smiling affectionately.
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On the way home, my head kept spinning around.
âWhy⊠Why didnât he tell me?â
It didnât take too many clues to figure out the situation.
Perhaps. The real kitty and the fake kitty were separated when they were young, enough to walk completely different paths. The real Kitty became a dutiful maid and was about to be taken to a deserted island in order for Cassius to make her my maid.
Along the way, the fake Kitty killed her own twin sister and took her place.
âMaybe⊠It must be one of the Dukeâs enemies.â
Cassius had many enemies. Naturally, I wouldnât be surprised if one of them sent in a spy to kill me, whom he cherished. Yes, if he had just told me, Iâd have understood the whole situation.
If only Cassius had told meâŠ
However, he said nothing. Instead, he just said that he killed her because she touched my things, which was close to a lie.
âReally, why did he do that?â
I bit my lip.
If it were in the past, I would have believed Karthusâ words back then. Even if I didnât believe it, I would have investigated Kitty, and if I had, I would have found the real Kitty in no time.
AndâŠ
âWhy did he kill Duke Brudenell?â
Both Cassius in the original work and Cassius now were thorough realists. It meant moving in a direction that benefited him. In the first place, he killed Kitty so she wouldnât hurt me.
Then, he killed the DukeâŠ
ââŠIt canât be.â
I shook my head.
Iâd met Duke Brudenell a few times though he didnât seem particularly disliked or opposed to me. If it was the other way around, Iâm not sure.
ââŠCome to think of it, they said it was poisoned.â
Poisoning also felt strange.
In the original story, Cassius put Duke Brudenell into a vegetative state. It was less suspicious that way, and it was easier to get the full power of the Duchy slowly.
However, poisoningâŠ
I bit my lip again.
I didnât have time to think about it properly because of the feeling of betrayal and hostility towards Cassius, but the incident was strange from the beginning.
âWhat should I do?â
I caught my breath.
Even if I managed to get out of this complicated maze, I might end up with a disastrous conclusion that Cassius killed his father.
âStill, I have nothing to lose.â
My heart pounded hard in my chest. It was shouting that if I did nothing, I would regret it for the rest of my life. At the same time, it was assuring me that I would never be able to shake off Cassius Brudenell for the rest of my lifeâŠ
I stopped the carriage.
âGo to the Duke of Brudenell.â
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The moment I entered Duke Brudenellâs residence, I shuddered. It was the feeling of being suppressed spontaneously with the dark atmosphere flying around the entire mansion at the first step.
It should be said that it looked more like an expression of anger than mourning.
I slowly stepped into the Dukeâs mansion.
âArenât you the Young Lady Garneid?â
The first person I encountered was the butler. He must have come down after receiving a report from the gatekeeper.
âI came to see the Duchess. Is she here now?â
ââŠThe Madam doesnât accept visitors.â
âPlease, tell her Iâm here.â
âShe still wouldnât want to meet you.â
âWhy?â
âDoes the Young Lady really need me to tell you that?â
Of course, the Duchess wouldnât want to meet me. It was because it would only remind her of the good times with her son, who killed her husband.
âI donât care.â
I spoke coldly.
âTell the Madam. Doesnât she want to know the truth?â
ââŠ.â
The butler stared at me for a moment at my words. As his eyes widened, he seemed both surprised and frightened.
ââŠI see.â
When the butler nodded his head and disappeared into the mansion, I stepped in after him. I had no intention of waiting at the front door like an uninvited guest. Duke Brudenell would have to let me at least into the drawing room.
ââŠItâs strange.â
Contrary to the atmosphere of the funeral outside, the inside of the dukeâs residence was very ordinary. The number of users didnât change, and it was managed so well that it seemed to have no problems even compared to before the Duke was killed.
How long has it been?
The butler approached me as I waited in the drawing room.
âSheâs waiting for you.â
It was fortunate. I thought to myself that if she were going to ignore me like this, I was making plans to visit her myself.
After a while, I was escorted to the inner drawing room of Duke Brudenell.
ââŠThe Young Lady doesnât look good either.â
The Duchessâ initial greeting was a bit rude, but it didnât sound offensive.
It was difficult for me to say that her appearance was normal, either. Her usual stern and tidy appearance, which seemed that she wouldnât bleed even when stabbed, was nowhere to be found. Now, she was left with only one heartbroken person who didnât bother to hide her disheveled appearance.
I got straight to the point.
âLord Cassius⊠You know that he killed my maid, right?â
âI know.â
The Duchess let out a sigh.
âI was receiving all the reports about what was happening in Young Ladyâs house. If youâre here to protest the sudden action, Iâll apologize on his behalf.â
âNo.â
I shook my head.
âI should thank the Lord for that.â
ââŠYes, it was.â
The Duchess murmured softly.
âIt was like thatâŠâ
âIâm sure you didnât know.â
She stared into space.
âYes, Young Lady. I thought the day would come when Iâd tell you someday⊠I never thought it would be like this.â
I waited silently for her words to follow.
âTo live as a member of this family⊠Join in or close your eyes. You should do one of the two. I chose to close my eyes.:
ââŠ.â
âIf you want to close your eyes, you better close them thoroughly. If you donât, youâll join in someday.â
I swallowed dry saliva.
Even though I expected that the life of the Duchess wouldnât be easy either, I didnât expect it to be this muchâŠ
ââŠMy maid was a murderer. She originally killed her biological sister, who was supposed to be my maid, and came in instead.â
âAnd Cassius mustâve thought that sheâd be a danger to you, so he probably got rid of her. Yes, it seems so.â
I opened my mouth carefully.
âSo⊠I thought that His Excellency died for some other reason as well.â
Silence passed.
Somehow, the Duchessâs cold stare felt like it was piercing my conscience.
âThe Young Lady has a lot of guts.â
ââŠ.â
âHowever, it wasnât very wrong. Yes, my son isnât a murderer. The real culprit is a different person.â
âThen, whyâŠ!â
The Duchess leaned slightly toward me like she was trying to say something no one in this world should know.
âHe wanted to protect the real culprit, my son.â
I shook my head vigorously.
âIt canât be. Lord Cassius, he isnât the one to protect anyone⊠Heâs not the kind of person who would give his life to protect anyoneâ!â
In the first place, he was a person who even used and threw away his parents coldly⊠Such a person would give everything he had to protect whomever it was?
She had to say something that made sense.
However, the bitter words thrown by the Duchess shook my world.
âYou still donât understand? The real culprit is the Young Lady.â