
After going through the test, it was concluded that everyone in the room was not an accomplice of King Romeo, the leader of the Agatha Kingdom.
Edgar's index finger returned to the kitchen. "Kitchen is a place that can be accessed by anyone in this palace, as well as the back garden. But not many know about the three rat roads that connect these two places. All you know is the top brass like you guys and..."
Edgar hung his words, as heavy as it was to utter.
"And what?" Arcy asked.
"And the butler."
Madam Amber shut her mouth. "The spy was likely from the butler or the butler's confidant!"
"Head of servants here there are only three, namely Lina, Zuta, and Agnes. They're close to a lot of people, I can't guess who." Edgar scrunched the base of his nose. "What do you think?"
Arcy held his chin, analyzing for a moment the map on the table. At times like this the watered-down brain was very useful to Edgar. He is very good at reading situations. "How did Lilya die? I mean what happened to him? What kind of wounds did he get?
"The knife is poisonous, the exact same poison that was mixed into Felice's food on my birthday. He vomited blood, his stomach was bruised, and there was a puncture wound on his right abdomen." Edgar was silent for a moment, then continued, "He was found face down, and in his hand was this letter."
A paper he took out from under his cloak. It looks like a plain blank paper. But as the paper approached the fire that he created himself with his left hand, it slowly appeared that contained a threat there.
*If I can't have Felice, so can you, Edgar.
Romeo*
Arthur frowned. "There's a chance that King Romeo himself killed him."
Arcy shook his head briefly. "King Romeo did not need poison to kill Lilya. He could even kill that servant without touching her at all."
"Frightly so." Edgar put the piece of paper back into his robe. "My conclusion was that Romeo's henchmen deliberately made an appointment with Lilya in the back garden. Felice once said that Lilya did not like flowers very much. While there he kicked Lilya's stomach so that she vomited blood and stabbed her stomach with a knife."
Arcy nodded slowly, then snapped a finger. "The guy's left-handed."
"How do you know that?" Madam Amber asked, curious.
"He vomited blood because his stomach was kicked, meaning he was attacked from the front. If there is a stab wound on your right abdomen, it means that the one who attacked you holds a knife with his left hand. Right, right?" Arcy gave a reasonable reason.
"Umm, I get it." Madam Amber nodded.
"Luckily there were only twelve left-handed servants in the palace. Agnes, Sassy, Jesa, Ray, Clarissa, Brianna, Yua, Amethyst, Walter, Johnson, Mari, and Rona." When mentioning those names, Edgar wrote them down on a blank piece of paper.
"Agnes, Jesa, Walter, and Rona were impossible because at that time I ordered them to send food supplies to Shinji who was training would-be soldiers in the middle of the fog forest. They went with six other servants for four days. They left two days before the event and returned the day after." Names Agnes, Jesa, Walter, and Rona he scribbled.
"Brianna is also impossible" added Arcy, giving him a questionable look from Edgar. "I saw him pull two handsome demons into the room and—"
"All right, don't continue." Edgar cut in, not wanting to listen further. He dropped Brianna's name from the paper.
"Now there are only seven names. I'll have them make food for Felicia. Seven different foods. But I'll tell you that the food was just to put on the table, not to be eaten by Felice. The food he would eat was the food of another servant." Edgar made connecting lines in each name.
Madam Amber frowned. "I don't understand."
"Look this." Arcy wrote the names Sassy, Yua, and Amethyst. "I'll have Sassy make baby food, but not to eat, just to be lengthened, because the food Princess Felice will eat is made by Yua. I will also have Yua make food, but not to eat, just to display, because the food to be eaten is made by Amethyst. Amethyst too. So if Yua's food is poisonous, you know what the conclusion is?"
Madam Amber raised her eyes. "It means that Sassy poisoned the food, because he was informed that Yua would make food for Princess Felice! There was no way that Yua would poison the food she made because she knew that it was just for display!"
Arcy flicked a finger. "Smart."
Their conversation continued until an hour passed. Everything was planned carefully. They're getting ready to go out now. But when the exit was opened, only Madam Amber, Arthur, and Sacha appeared. They were greeted by Felicia who was playing Rekta's tail in a fit of anxiety.
"Papa?" ask her with plain eyes full of questions.
Madam Amber picked it up, carried the little girl to her cradle. "This boy stuck to his papa once. And lately I've been feeding him, teaching him everything."
Yep, that's true. Madam Amber has become her private teacher.
Arthur said, "Madam Amber, you must get married quickly and have children."
Madam Amber rewarded the boy with a punch right in his stomach. His face was still smiling, as if he had not committed any sins. His attitude is now back on Felice. "Your father needs to think for a moment, so wait a minute, okay?"
Felice nodded, choosing to take a pinch of silver hair belonging to Madam Amber.
"Take a pretty patch." (read : Beautiful madam hair)
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While in the room, Edgar burned a paper filled with scribbles full of the plan of the former discussion with his confidants just now. Arcy was busy chewing on the apple Edgar had given him so that the man would discuss something more private with him.
"Actually we should suspect one more person." Edgar sat in front of Arcy.
"Hiapha?" (read: who?"
"Lina, my foster mother since childhood." Edgar said it with a heavy heart.
Arcy's forehead shriveled, filled with question marks. "But he's not left-handed, Ed."
"He's not left-handed. He's *Ambidextrous."
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*Ambidextrous: skillfully using both hands, right or left