Edward's eyes lingered on the man tied to the chair, bruised but alive. "This Councillor Auren… is he the tall one with long, black hair tied back?"
"Yes! That's the one," the man answered quickly, almost too eagerly, as if relieved to be of help.
Edward gave a short nod and didn't press further.
Instead, he turned sharply on his heel and made for the door, ignoring the man's uncertain voice behind him.
"Am I free to leave then?"
Edward didn't answer.
The heavy wooden door creaked as he pushed it open and stepped into the dimly lit corridor
Prince Arthur was already there, waiting for him to come out. His sharp gaze swept Edward as if trying to read the outcome from his posture alone.
"Well?" The Prince finally asked.
"I have a suspect," Edward said carefully, weighing his words. "But the evidence is rather… subjective."
"Subjective?" The Prince tilted his head, frowning faintly.
Edward exhaled before speaking out.
