Settlement

The ten clues were listed one by one.

They filled the little blackboard.

Everyone in the Castle looked at the ornate English writing on the blackboard, all kinds of thoughts welling up inside them.

Jericho felt that Light was probably, just as the rumors claimed, actually Salazar Slytherin.

Polly furrowed her brows while Lionheart desperately recalled King Arthur's enemies and eliminated them one by one.

Diana and Vivian conversed quietly in Elvish Language, ruling out the famous Elves from Elven history.

The Ventrue Queen radiated her charm every moment of the night, and her thoughtful expression possessed a unique allure.

Ithiel folded her arms and paced back and forth. Her high heels clicked sharply against the floor—click, click, click—as restless as her state of mind.

The Dragon Mother, who stayed in the Black Forest, was a homebody. If not for Moriarty, she would never have taken an interest in the human world, so she had no suspects.

"Once Moriarty confirms Light's true identity, I'll just kill him."

Even Narcissa, a mere housewife, had several people come to mind and silently compared them against the clues.

If only Light's true identity were another me, Narcissa could not help thinking. Then Moriarty wouldn't have to fight. If he can conquer me, he can naturally conquer another me too.

Not only would I gain a sister, but Moriarty would gain another big Western mare. That way, Moriarty could enjoy double the happiness.

But Narcissa also knew that such thoughts were destined to remain the fantasy of a woman deeply in love with Moriarty.

How could Light possibly be a woman?

Swish!

Lilith raised her hand, and Moriarty looked at her.

"Do you think there is a possibility," Lilith said, carefully choosing her words, "that the clue about Light having a grudge against King