"That is a lie!" the maid frowned deeper as she stared at the body once again.
She was standing there, she had seen it. But could it be that she saw something wrong? After all, she was stunned.
And no matter how much she told her it was not her mistake, a part of her felt guilty.
Her voice did not come out confident as she had desired while her eyes quivers when it met the body.
As if Charles was still staring at her saying, "you are a traitor."
She flinched and looked away.
"I am not. I can prove it to you" then she looked at the confused crowd and added, "and everyone else."
Cassey walked toward the body and held the dagger in her hands.
"This dagger is crooked. It had a curve in the end to hit the organs of the victim and kill him instantly. I must say it is a vicious weapon to use.