After half a minute of silence, Henry Ma Faer, who had been constantly wiping away sweat, finally could not hold back any longer:
"All right, I admit it."
"Hmm?"
Now it was Shade's turn to be surprised, because the murderer was not the gentleman who had just invited him to play cards.
"I admit it. I went to that corridor because I had arranged to meet a girl. Yes, I have a childhood sweetheart, but my father has always been trying to arrange my marriage. At home, I have never actively opposed any of my father's orders, but this matter, only this matter..."
He seemed to collapse, covering his face as he began to cry. Then he suddenly shouted:
"Oh, Emily, I love you! Yes, I love you! I'm saying it now, and tomorrow I'll go propose to you. I can't bear this concealment any longer."
"Emily" had also been in that corridor and was one of those who knew what had happened. Hearing this from the small study separated by a single door, the pale-blond-haired girl also ran over in tears. The two embraced tightly.
"Does this count as a scandal?"
Shade asked Angelina. Her Highness thought for a moment.
"It certainly does for the Ma Faer Family. Emily Churchill is merely a baron's daughter. This marriage will not receive anyone's blessing."
Shade nodded and waved one finger at the little princess. She naturally understood what that meant. Only one person remained now.
"This way, Mr. Ma Faer's suspicions have been cleared. As long as we obtain the correspondence between him and Miss Emily Churchill, we can confirm that he is telling the truth. So, you two..."
As Shade spoke, everyone's gaze shifted once more to the two remaining people on the sofa. The male servant looked at Raphael