"Modin was a lady!"
Emma Eddie spoke under Qin Ran's gaze.
A lady?!
Qin Ran froze.
It wasn't that he had any prejudice against women. It was simply that, when the sculptor was mentioned, he had subconsciously assumed Modin was a man.
Of course, perhaps his knowledge was too limited for him to know or remember any famous female sculptors.
But Qin Ran couldn't deny that Emma Eddie had given him an unusual piece of information.
"Can you guarantee this isn't a lie?"
Qin Ran sought one last confirmation.
"Of course."
"I swear on my honor and my family name that everything I've said is true-Emma Eddie may lie, but never at the cost of her honor or family name."
Emma Eddie spoke with considerable pride.
"Mm."
"Then, according to your earlier agreement with Friss, you've earned a promise from him, provided your request isn't too unreasonable."
"Is there anything you need?"
Qin Ran nodded first, then asked on behalf of his servant.
"If possible, I need protection for a while."
"Though I hate to admit it, I've somehow become a highly coveted prize in certain people's eyes."
Emma Eddie wasn't foolish enough to explain the whole story. She merely gave a vague answer.
Qin Ran picked up on a few clues, but didn't pursue them.
It wasn't because he trusted her completely.
Rather, Qin Ran was hoping there was something suspicious about her.
Only then could he get a clearer idea of what the killer behind the scenes actually wanted.
From the series of clues he had obtained yesterday, he had roughly deduced that the killer wanted to use Hell's Sigh to obtain more Modin Statues.
But there was one point Qin Ran couldn't understand, no matter how much he thought about it.
What role did he-or, more precisely,