Everyone felt a chill at those words and instinctively looked up, worried that a similar blade might be hidden directly above their own heads.
Fortunately, nothing like that had happened—though Hashimoto Maya had not been entirely without similar thoughts, he had ultimately not dared to carry them out. That method was far too crude, no different from other Organization members spraying bullets with their guns. It definitely was not the sort of approach Lord Uzo preferred.
Though they saw no sword when they looked up, another thought occurred to them. "If that was the case, the falling sword should have pierced Mr. Geralt's head or shoulder—but he seemed to have been struck in the back."
Jiang Xia said, "That was because Mr. Geralt happened to bend down at that moment, and the sword above him fell at that exact instant, pinning him to the floor."
Kana's Younger Brother muttered, "It didn't fall early or late, but exactly when he bent over? That's way too much of a coincidence, isn't it?"
Hashimoto Maya glanced at him, his eyes carrying a faintly arrogant look that said, What would you know?
Jiang Xia remained calm. "Of course, it was not an ordinary coincidence. It was deliberately arranged. Do you remember the tuning fork I mentioned earlier?"
"..." Kana's Younger Brother had genuinely forgotten.
Fortunately, the others had not. President Kana had been the first to discover the corpse and had suffered the greatest shock, so the impression was deeply etched into his mind. "That's right! I remember Geralt was lying facedown in that position when he died, clutching a tuning fork in his outstretched right hand..."
As he spoke, President Kana suddenly had an epiphany. Excited, he saw a glimmer of hope for clearing his own name. "I understand! The sword fell just