The investigation progressed very smoothly. After bidding Miss Mary farewell, Shade and the Black-Haired Maid returned to the Three Cats Inn at Saint Song Square for lunch. Neither of them had eaten earlier, and the Three Cats Inn was considered one of the better restaurants in the area.
While waiting for the food to arrive, Miss Servit examined the sheets of music, while Shade held the potion up to the light.
"Mr. Hamilton, do you think Miss Mary truly felt no regret or sorrow at all over Mr. Bundy's death?"
She suddenly asked. Shade shifted his gaze away from the bottle in his hand.
"You're still thinking about that?"
He asked in confusion, but still offered his opinion.
"Her relationship with Mr. Bundy was probably more intimate than we thought. Otherwise, he wouldn't have left behind so many personal belongings. Especially this bottle of potion. Among the inheritance received by the Norsan Opera Troupe, there was only an empty bottle, and the landlord didn't find anything similar either. That means Mr. Bundy did not have much of this potion. Yet even so, he was willing to leave half a bottle with Miss Mary. What do you think that means?"
The Black-haired Girl thought for a moment.
"An enormous amount of trust. To the extent that he could entrust his hope of continuously gaining light to her hands."
"Yes."
Shade nodded.
"But when you mentioned the musician's death just now, she didn't show much emotion."
Miss Servit asked again, and Shade shook his head.
"She was protecting herself. If we were Mr. Bundy's enemies, wouldn't we take our anger out on her? Besides, a woman with extensive life experience who works in a technical profession at the bottom of society must have gone through all kinds of things. It isn't that