Hellbents
Chapter 192: Role in His Mind
"So, who's the "consort" at --"
Ava could already guess what the chatty demon wanted to ask her, which was why she cut first. "Now we know who saw the king officially last time, but what was the cause of his death? Does anyone have a clue?" The girl's observant eyes immediately caught the suspicious movements of the pair of children in front of her, she pressed down, "What about you guys? You seem to have something to share."
The mother looked around vigilantly, but in the end decided to put a stack of papers on the table, the signed investigative report wet by the head guard. "My son found it in the room he occupied."
"Oh!" Ava exclaims. That little boy became the head guard? Believe it or not, he decided that the roles of the two men would be important in his plan.
"Here it says that the king died from a stab wound in his chest" one of the teenagers who looked calmer, the one sitting right next to the mother who was confused whether she should cover her child's ears or not, informed the whole table of her reading.
Hm.
"Oh! Oho! How many times?" his friend replied, still too enthusiastic for Ava's comfort level.
"One time."
"Hm, then the killer doesn't have a motive for vengeance."
Ava refuted again, "Or, could have been, that kill hired a professional killer for whatever motive he had."
The basement that was originally filled with whispers was instantly silent. " How about ... uh, you know?"
"Well, our mission isn't very specific. Even if you don't directly say it, I know that you think the culprit is one of us," as Ava's gaze circulated, no one dared to look back at her, it might be intimidated by the girl's calmness and aura of intelligence. Except, Asmo. "If not one of us who else is~?"
"If you'd been out of the room for a second, you'd know that someone else was pacing the palace." Ava is adept at hiding her innuendo in statement sentences.
Ellijah who had been silent, now helped the argument of the girl next to him, "True, the servants who brought me dinner and cleaned my room are strangers, not among you."
"Ah, right! I almost hit one of them!" the old man at the end of the table gasped unconscious. "What?! They suddenly told me to undress! What the fuck?!"
Life that changes drastically because of status usually makes people behave like injured animals, in other words alert, frightened, and aggressive. Ava is grateful to have a high adaptability, otherwise she might have gone crazy a few months ago. However, there are still many people who judge only from a person's bad reaction when hit by a specific event without knowing them more deeply, for example in this room.
Observing the misgivings from the surrounding, Ava immediately knew who she could make a scapegoat for.
"Well," the girl tried to take over the direction of the conversation that was threatened to become tense, "In essence, there are characters who can be involved in addition to players who play roles like us."
"So the traitor is other than all of us?"
"Ah."
"Understand, understand."
They nodded in understanding. Unfortunately, Asmo finally had a chance to interrupt, "Why are you so afraid to reveal your role, Mr Putri~?"
As he said before, the devil was chatty, always wanting to corner Ava.
However, he could not avoid it anymore if Asmo insisted on continuing to bother him. Refusing to answer would only destroy the confidence that the other players built for him, but Ava also had to weave her words carefully, and be prepared with her rebuttal. "I am the queen consort of the king."
Everyone gasped, Asmo grinned widely. "So you're the traitor who killed king~"
"It's not me."
"But you were the last to see Raja~"
"Officially, it is true, but the secretary does not record any informal meetings such as the servants who serve the king, the soldiers who guard the door of his room, and the soldiers who guard the door of his room, or it could be that our chief secretary accompanied the king until he slept. We don't know yet. After all, the empress met the king with a private dinner agenda, then why was the cause of her death a stab wound to the chest? Not poison?"
No one disputes.
"We should think again carefully, we do not even know how to choose "traitor" determined by the gate."
As if [System] heard their commotion, a new notification popped up.
Ding!
Discussion time is over!
Secret meeting dissolved!
Write down the name of the traitor in your opinion!
___________
The opportunity to write a name only once, the choice can not be changed.