The Truth Doesn't Matter

Ambassador Jack's string of questions left all the investigators speechless.

Only then did he lay out his solution.

"Since no one can solve this problem, I'll suggest a way.

I have enemies. Maybe they resent seeing me in such a high position, or perhaps they simply want to replace me, so they sent you here to cause trouble for me.

Now... I'll give you one night to figure out who our enemy is."

Ambassador Jack's plan was simple: find someone to set up as a target.

He did not even involve himself in the specifics of framing them, letting the investigators make it up themselves. That would make it more convincing.

It did not matter if they could not fool everyone. Fooling most of the lower-ranking people would be enough.

What the lower ranks wanted was not the truth. What they wanted was an outcome—an outcome that seemed reasonable. That mattered more than anything.

A policy of keeping the people ignorant was extremely useful.

Having stabilized the ticking morale bomb on the embassy's side, they could slowly discuss how to wrap this matter up afterward.

Seize the key point and get the situation under control first.

As for which unlucky bastard would take the blame, Ambassador Jack did not care in the slightest. He believed the Queen would not care either.

After all, the Queen could never be wrong. The only ones at fault were those around her.

After Ambassador Jack left, the investigators he had left behind wore expressions of utter despair.

Obviously, framing a noble would not end well for them.

But dragging the Queen into it would end even worse.

When forced to choose the lesser of two evils, they began searching for someone to take the blame after their despair subsided.

Everyone had their own selfish