"..."
Lanci's lips instantly pressed into a wavy line.
"It was me, I'm very sorry."
Lanci suddenly stood up and bowed to Talia.
This time, he didn't hesitate.
In fact, he had planned to confess to Talia once everything was over, but he hadn't found the right opportunity to be alone with her.
He intended to wait until Talia was in a better mood to explain what had happened at that time.
"I had already guessed a bit."
Talia's voice wasn't very surprised, unexpectedly calm.
It seemed that at some point she had noticed a hint, but hadn't specifically confirmed it with Lanci.
She knew that as long as she directly asked Lanci this question, he would definitely respond honestly.
"And that assassin who might have killed you, that was also me, right?"
Talia lifted her hands and touched Lanci's downcast cheeks, making him look at her directly.
"That's right."
This time, Lanci didn't avert his gaze, admitting his attempt at cleverness.
