Emma's jaw tightened, a single muscle flicking beneath the smooth porcelain of her face.
Then—
click.
Her fan snapped shut with the crisp authority of a gavel.
"Very well," Emma said, a smile curving her lips without ever touching her eyes. "I have proof. After all, evidence doesn't lie… does it?"
"…Evidence?" I echoed, letting just enough curiosity bleed into my voice.
"Yes. Let's check his room," she replied smoothly. "The artifact worn by the Faceless Imposter—it's there. I've already confirmed it."
Her words fell like stones into the quiet room. A direct strike. No more vague accusations or coy suggestions—this was a frontal assault.
"I arrested Julies Evans before he had the chance to erase any traces," she continued, chin tilted with quiet triumph. "Right as he left his quarters. If we go now, we should find it."
"Ah," I said dryly, "so unfair. I can't even speak properly before being judged."
