Prince Klee looked at Joseph in surprise.
Weren't you my man? Why are you taking Claire's side?
But Joseph turned a blind eye to Prince Klee's gaze, maintaining his expressionless face.
The clock turned back to yesterday...
Joseph had been sorting through documents in his residence when Claire suddenly barged in, startling him.
Just as he was about to call for the guards, Claire waved a hand, and two unconscious mages appeared on the floor. Joseph recognized them at once—they were the two Archmages assigned to protect him.
"Don't waste your effort. Since I got in here, it means your security system has already collapsed," Claire said casually.
Even so, Joseph put on a calm front and countered, "I am the kingdom's Grand Judge. If you do anything to me, you won't get away with it either."
"Why are you so scared, Grand Judge?" Claire narrowed his eyes at Joseph. "As I recall, there isn't any grudge between us. We were perfectly cordial the last time we met."
Joseph froze, realizing that he had accidentally exposed something.
Before he could explain, Claire cut him off. "A few months ago, you were the one who sent that Archmage to assassinate me, weren't you?"
"Or, more precisely, His Majesty Norris was the one who ordered you to send someone to assassinate me?"
Joseph's pupils contracted. Norris was no longer around to back him up, so he instinctively explained, "We never intended to kill you. We only wanted to force you to join us..."
Claire nodded. Sure enough, it was exactly as he had guessed. They had wanted to frame him for the church and force him onto their side.
Claire walked over to the sofa and sat down as he pleased, saying flippantly, "I'm not here to cause you trouble today."
Then