After successfully conversing with Charles, Emily returned home safely.
“Did you have a good day today?”
Everyone in the Starr mansion came out to greet Emily, hoping for her safe return.
“Yeah, nothing happened.”
She deliberately avoided talking about Charles for fear of causing unnecessary worry.
“Is it true that no one recognized you, Madam?”
“Huh? Yeah.”
At those words, Cezanne and John high-fived. They looked proud, saying, "As expected, our makeup skills were amazing."
“Did you eat?”
“Yeah, I ate dinner, so don’t worry about it.”
“That’s great. By the way, did you find out anything?”
John asked, carrying Emily's bag for her.
“There are already a lot of strange things, so I wrote them down so we can talk about them together.”
“I knew it!”
As Emily took her seat on the sofa, everyone gathered around her.
"This is a photo I smuggled from the autopsy report. I have to return it tomorrow."
The photos of the corpses were graphic, but since everyone here was part of the mafia, they looked at them without blinking.
“The culprit is right-handed.”
As expected, John recognized it as soon as he saw the photo.
"I guess they were rushed, too. If they'd known Killian was left-handed, they would've used a left-handed killer."
Emily opened her mouth, agreeing with Alvin.
"I felt the same way while reading the investigation log. The plan wasn't very thorough. It was almost as if it had been hastily prepared."
“But it seems like there was a great power behind it that made it okay.”
John's point was quite sharp.
“And when did they say they found the body?”
“It’s the day after National Foundation Day.”
John looked at the photos taken from different angles with eyes that were completely focused.
“He died on that very day. Not on National Foundation Day.”
Alvin asked in surprise at John's words.
“How do you know that?”
“There aren’t any flies or maggots on his face or body.”
Emily added an explanation.
“It’s summer, so bugs appear even after just one day, so there’s no way it could be preserved this cleanly.”
“That means they found the body almost immediately.”
Ivan, the most choleric of them all, got excited and raised his voice.
“Then, didn’t they intentionally manipulate the date to make it the National Foundation Day, which would make it difficult to prove Killian’s alibi?”
“That must have been it. With the testimony of the Count of Blois, that day must have been the best.”
“And crucially, look at these dots.”
John said, pointing to the picture of the corpse.
"After just 10 hours, the staining should have turned a dark reddish brown, but this photo doesn't show that. This photo was taken only a few hours after the murder."
Cezanne, who had been looking through the case log, also opened her mouth.
“Even though it was a remote place, the security forces arrived as soon as the murder occurred... It must have been a conspiracy between the criminal and someone from the security forces.”
Alvin and Emily locked eyes secretly.
'That's the Crown Prince.'
Anyway, just by looking at what Emily had compiled, Killian was largely off the radar. "He's not a suspect," John said in a hopeful tone.
“If I reveal this in court, will it be possible to prove that my uncle is not the culprit?”
"Well..."
Alvin immediately stroked his chin in a pessimistic manner.
If he were the Crown Prince, he would have already filled the court with his own people, from the judge to the jury.
"Why?"
“I feel like we won’t be able to satisfy the jury with that.”
John's expression turned gloomy again.
“Hmm, when did you say the next checkup was?”
“Two days later.”
"I think it would be a good idea to focus on defensive marks when participating in this sword restoration. You haven't forgotten how to recognize them, have you?"
Emily nodded at John's words.
"That's what I'd say. If he was murdered by a member of Giuliano's organization, there might not be any defensive wounds."
"Yes."
The Starrs, startled by John and Emily's conversation, all looked at her.
“How does the madam see the corpse?”
“That’s right. Madam can’t see the body herself.”
Despite people's dissuasion, Emily spoke in a light tone as if it were nothing.
"When John taught me autopsy, he showed me over 100 photos of corpses. I think it would be okay to look at them in person."
“But isn’t seeing it in a photo different from seeing it in person?”
Cezanne also looked worried.
“I just want to think of it as a slightly creepy doll.”
John remembered Emily on her first day of autopsy class, looking at photos of corpses with a blank expression.
“Yeah, Emily is braver than I thought.”
No matter how much she said that, other people still seemed to have a hard time believing her.
“Really.”
When Emily spoke again strongly, they had no choice but to let the topic slide.
Meanwhile, Chili, who had been quiet, cautiously raised her hand as if she had a question.
“What is the item that Killian found at the scene?”
"I don't know. Nick Moore has information about witnesses and evidence, and I think he'll reveal it in court."
“He’s really picky.”
Ivan pouted.
“That Nick Moore guy, once the trial is over, I’m going to kick his ass from head to toe.”
As he cleaned up the mess that bastard had made in the mansion, he cursed more than five hundred times inwardly.
"Of course. I'll rip that unlucky tongue out, too."
Roxy also burned with fighting spirit.
“Haa, I hope Killian gets out safely.”
At Chili's words, the Starr people rested their chins on their hands and sighed. Without Killian, the Starr Mansion was gloomy again today.
Killian, whom everyone was worried about, was adjusting quite well in prison.
“Killian, would you like some more fried eggs?”
Those who were called Dmitry's younger brothers were very sociable.
“No, I don’t need it.”
It was so sticky that it was sometimes a little annoying.
“Killian, after you finish eating, wouldn’t you like to exercise together at the playground?”
"Not really."
Killian said that and glanced at Dmitry.
He meant to send them out. So Dmitry sent his brothers out of Tyler with a kind smile.
In this place where aesthetics are damaged, Killian is almost the only one who can open the eyes.
The younger brothers took one last look at Killian and turned away with regret.
“Please take good care of my younger siblings.”
“I tried to do that, but the looks on their face made me feel uncomfortable.”
Killian still felt goosebumps as he shook his arm with his hand.
“No way.”
Dmitry cleared the plate, thinking that Killian was being oversensitive.
“The trial is coming soon.”
Dmitry looked at the calendar.
“If the trial goes awry and I'm released first, I'll see if there's a way to adjust Killian's sentence.”
“Why you?”
When Killian asked as if he didn't understand, Dmitry burst out laughing.
"I'm a person who lives and dies by loyalty. My boss cares about you, and I personally have feelings for Killian, so I feel compelled to help you if I can."
That explanation didn't make much sense. How could someone develop feelings for someone he hadn't even seen for days? A sudden thought struck Killian, and he glanced back and forth between the door through which Dmitri and his brothers had exited.
Could these be me...
“Dmitry, did you know that I am a married man?”
Dmitry frowned at Killian's words.
“Why are you suddenly asking that?”
“I was wondering if you knew that I was married to a woman and living with her.”
“Are you a bachelor now, and are you in love with her? I know you’re going to marry the most beautiful woman in the empire! I know that!”
“You knew it.”
"Yes!"
Dmitry stood up from his seat, clearly showing that he was offended.
“I’m going to get a girlfriend when I get out of here.”
“Not your boyfriend?”
Dmitry turned his head sharply and glared at Killian.
“What do you mean by that?”
“...I guess I was mistaken.”
He didn't even wonder what Killian was mistaken about.
“Killian, just in case, my siblings are all heterosexual.”
“Well then, that’s good.”
He thought Killian was a little better, but it turns out good-looking people are unlucky. Dmitry cleaned up, still frowning.
“Killian Starr.”
After a long time, the guard called him.
“Visit.”
Forgetting his previous feelings, he looked at Dmitry with eyes filled with envy.
“Did the Marchioness come to see you again today, like last time?”
Until he reached the visiting room, Killian didn't even realize who was there. He shrugged and followed the guard to the prison cell with a calm expression.
In fact, even though he pretended to be calm on the outside, Killian was also very nervous on the inside.
“These days, regulations are stricter, so visiting hours cannot exceed five minutes.”
The guard said that and quietly closed the door before leaving. A slender woman wearing a hat sat behind him, her body turned around.
Killian, who was about to call out to her happily, thinking it was Emily, hesitated.
“Lord Killian.”
This time, it wasn't Emily who came to see him.
“Did you have a good day today?”
Everyone in the Starr mansion came out to greet Emily, hoping for her safe return.
“Yeah, nothing happened.”
She deliberately avoided talking about Charles for fear of causing unnecessary worry.
“Is it true that no one recognized you, Madam?”
“Huh? Yeah.”
At those words, Cezanne and John high-fived. They looked proud, saying, "As expected, our makeup skills were amazing."
“Did you eat?”
“Yeah, I ate dinner, so don’t worry about it.”
“That’s great. By the way, did you find out anything?”
John asked, carrying Emily's bag for her.
“There are already a lot of strange things, so I wrote them down so we can talk about them together.”
“I knew it!”
As Emily took her seat on the sofa, everyone gathered around her.
"This is a photo I smuggled from the autopsy report. I have to return it tomorrow."
The photos of the corpses were graphic, but since everyone here was part of the mafia, they looked at them without blinking.
“The culprit is right-handed.”
As expected, John recognized it as soon as he saw the photo.
"I guess they were rushed, too. If they'd known Killian was left-handed, they would've used a left-handed killer."
Emily opened her mouth, agreeing with Alvin.
"I felt the same way while reading the investigation log. The plan wasn't very thorough. It was almost as if it had been hastily prepared."
“But it seems like there was a great power behind it that made it okay.”
John's point was quite sharp.
“And when did they say they found the body?”
“It’s the day after National Foundation Day.”
John looked at the photos taken from different angles with eyes that were completely focused.
“He died on that very day. Not on National Foundation Day.”
Alvin asked in surprise at John's words.
“How do you know that?”
“There aren’t any flies or maggots on his face or body.”
Emily added an explanation.
“It’s summer, so bugs appear even after just one day, so there’s no way it could be preserved this cleanly.”
“That means they found the body almost immediately.”
Ivan, the most choleric of them all, got excited and raised his voice.
“Then, didn’t they intentionally manipulate the date to make it the National Foundation Day, which would make it difficult to prove Killian’s alibi?”
“That must have been it. With the testimony of the Count of Blois, that day must have been the best.”
“And crucially, look at these dots.”
John said, pointing to the picture of the corpse.
"After just 10 hours, the staining should have turned a dark reddish brown, but this photo doesn't show that. This photo was taken only a few hours after the murder."
Cezanne, who had been looking through the case log, also opened her mouth.
“Even though it was a remote place, the security forces arrived as soon as the murder occurred... It must have been a conspiracy between the criminal and someone from the security forces.”
Alvin and Emily locked eyes secretly.
'That's the Crown Prince.'
Anyway, just by looking at what Emily had compiled, Killian was largely off the radar. "He's not a suspect," John said in a hopeful tone.
“If I reveal this in court, will it be possible to prove that my uncle is not the culprit?”
"Well..."
Alvin immediately stroked his chin in a pessimistic manner.
If he were the Crown Prince, he would have already filled the court with his own people, from the judge to the jury.
"Why?"
“I feel like we won’t be able to satisfy the jury with that.”
John's expression turned gloomy again.
“Hmm, when did you say the next checkup was?”
“Two days later.”
"I think it would be a good idea to focus on defensive marks when participating in this sword restoration. You haven't forgotten how to recognize them, have you?"
Emily nodded at John's words.
"That's what I'd say. If he was murdered by a member of Giuliano's organization, there might not be any defensive wounds."
"Yes."
The Starrs, startled by John and Emily's conversation, all looked at her.
“How does the madam see the corpse?”
“That’s right. Madam can’t see the body herself.”
Despite people's dissuasion, Emily spoke in a light tone as if it were nothing.
"When John taught me autopsy, he showed me over 100 photos of corpses. I think it would be okay to look at them in person."
“But isn’t seeing it in a photo different from seeing it in person?”
Cezanne also looked worried.
“I just want to think of it as a slightly creepy doll.”
John remembered Emily on her first day of autopsy class, looking at photos of corpses with a blank expression.
“Yeah, Emily is braver than I thought.”
No matter how much she said that, other people still seemed to have a hard time believing her.
“Really.”
When Emily spoke again strongly, they had no choice but to let the topic slide.
Meanwhile, Chili, who had been quiet, cautiously raised her hand as if she had a question.
“What is the item that Killian found at the scene?”
"I don't know. Nick Moore has information about witnesses and evidence, and I think he'll reveal it in court."
“He’s really picky.”
Ivan pouted.
“That Nick Moore guy, once the trial is over, I’m going to kick his ass from head to toe.”
As he cleaned up the mess that bastard had made in the mansion, he cursed more than five hundred times inwardly.
"Of course. I'll rip that unlucky tongue out, too."
Roxy also burned with fighting spirit.
“Haa, I hope Killian gets out safely.”
At Chili's words, the Starr people rested their chins on their hands and sighed. Without Killian, the Starr Mansion was gloomy again today.
***
Killian, whom everyone was worried about, was adjusting quite well in prison.
“Killian, would you like some more fried eggs?”
Those who were called Dmitry's younger brothers were very sociable.
“No, I don’t need it.”
It was so sticky that it was sometimes a little annoying.
“Killian, after you finish eating, wouldn’t you like to exercise together at the playground?”
"Not really."
Killian said that and glanced at Dmitry.
He meant to send them out. So Dmitry sent his brothers out of Tyler with a kind smile.
In this place where aesthetics are damaged, Killian is almost the only one who can open the eyes.
The younger brothers took one last look at Killian and turned away with regret.
“Please take good care of my younger siblings.”
“I tried to do that, but the looks on their face made me feel uncomfortable.”
Killian still felt goosebumps as he shook his arm with his hand.
“No way.”
Dmitry cleared the plate, thinking that Killian was being oversensitive.
“The trial is coming soon.”
Dmitry looked at the calendar.
“If the trial goes awry and I'm released first, I'll see if there's a way to adjust Killian's sentence.”
“Why you?”
When Killian asked as if he didn't understand, Dmitry burst out laughing.
"I'm a person who lives and dies by loyalty. My boss cares about you, and I personally have feelings for Killian, so I feel compelled to help you if I can."
That explanation didn't make much sense. How could someone develop feelings for someone he hadn't even seen for days? A sudden thought struck Killian, and he glanced back and forth between the door through which Dmitri and his brothers had exited.
Could these be me...
“Dmitry, did you know that I am a married man?”
Dmitry frowned at Killian's words.
“Why are you suddenly asking that?”
“I was wondering if you knew that I was married to a woman and living with her.”
“Are you a bachelor now, and are you in love with her? I know you’re going to marry the most beautiful woman in the empire! I know that!”
“You knew it.”
"Yes!"
Dmitry stood up from his seat, clearly showing that he was offended.
“I’m going to get a girlfriend when I get out of here.”
“Not your boyfriend?”
Dmitry turned his head sharply and glared at Killian.
“What do you mean by that?”
“...I guess I was mistaken.”
He didn't even wonder what Killian was mistaken about.
“Killian, just in case, my siblings are all heterosexual.”
“Well then, that’s good.”
He thought Killian was a little better, but it turns out good-looking people are unlucky. Dmitry cleaned up, still frowning.
“Killian Starr.”
After a long time, the guard called him.
“Visit.”
Forgetting his previous feelings, he looked at Dmitry with eyes filled with envy.
“Did the Marchioness come to see you again today, like last time?”
Until he reached the visiting room, Killian didn't even realize who was there. He shrugged and followed the guard to the prison cell with a calm expression.
In fact, even though he pretended to be calm on the outside, Killian was also very nervous on the inside.
“These days, regulations are stricter, so visiting hours cannot exceed five minutes.”
The guard said that and quietly closed the door before leaving. A slender woman wearing a hat sat behind him, her body turned around.
Killian, who was about to call out to her happily, thinking it was Emily, hesitated.
“Lord Killian.”
This time, it wasn't Emily who came to see him.
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