Arguably the most tiring incident of the day was Valeria lying at my feet. The stench was so terrible that I wanted to take off my clothes from where I was, but I couldn’t. Since the discovery of Belbourne’s body, Valeria and I had been locked up in a room. We could not move because of the knights at the door until noon the next day.
ā€œLady, what are we going to do?ā€
Perhaps it was shocking to see the body, Valeria’s face became pale in a day. I was starting to get tired of her being clingy instead of forgetting it, but I had no right to complain. She was the only one on my side in this vast Imperial Palace, so I had to console her.
ā€œDon’t worry, Valeria. Because I have a way.ā€
ā€œI-I only trust you.ā€
ā€œOf course.ā€
Of course, there was no way such a room existed. The only weapon I had was Vivianne, who didn’t even look at me because of Hillmartino and Wilhelm, who treated me like I was missing for the fourth day, and the truth was that I wasn’t the murderer of Count Belbourne.
I didn’t think Wilhelm would have created this cumbersome situation to kill me. Only this was certain. Wilhelm wanted me to be in more trouble than I was now. The tightly closed door opened after sunset.
ā€œI’m sorry, Agrane. I am very late.ā€
Those who appeared beyond the door were many unknown knights, many servants, many nobles,
And Wilhelm.
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