"Whether Kiriya was cunning or not, he might not have been behind this attack." Shen Fei looked at the ever-silent Edgar and spoke directly.
"Ah, Shen Fei, what did you mean?" Paimon hurriedly asked.
"Mr. Edgar, you arranged Silvan and the others' rooms, including the flowers in them. As a famous perfumer, did you really not notice anything wrong with the Violetgrass?" Shen Fei ignored Paimon's question and looked at Edgar, voicing his suspicion. After all, a suspicion was only a suspicion; it needed to be confirmed.
"No way, are you suspecting Mr. Edgar is the murderer? But why? Weren't they on the same side?" Shen Fei's words shocked Paimon. Though he had not said it outright, she had read plenty of Fontaine detective novels and had already understood the implication.
"There are simply some suspicious details. We keep talking about Kiriya, but in truth, aside from Edgar, no one has seen him. And his earlier attack was strange. If he came for revenge, why was Mr. Edgar barely hurt while Silvan and Lucien died outright?"
"Ahem. I don't understand what you mean. Kiriya did attack me. As for why he didn't kill me, perhaps I was simply lucky. As for Silvan and the others, I was careless. I'm old now; I don't have the energy I once did."
Faced with Shen Fei's implicit accusation, Edgar directly claimed the matter had nothing to do with him. As for the Violetgrass mechanism, he blamed it on his age and lack of energy.
"He really did shift every bit of blame away."
Shen Fei quietly shook his head at Edgar's defense and said nothing more. He was not some detective who had to uncover the truth. More importantly, Silvan and Lucien were not good people. Their deaths were no great loss. If