Chapter 27
It was that woman again, Namia Roafi.
Just as Kiaros furrowed his brows, Fron suddenly pointed at Oson and said,
"I always thought that squinty-eyed bastard was suspicious, y'know?"
For a moment, everyone tilted their heads in confusion. Fron continued boldly,
"Think about it. I only wandered around buying poison during weekday afternoons. So when the hell did that guy even see me?"
At that, Oson shouted indignantly,
"I definitely saw Her Majesty the Empress several times at that spot! The shop owner’s testimony also—"
"Yeah, and who said you didn’t see me?"
Fron let out a snort, lifting her chin arrogantly.
"Weekday afternoons are work hours, right? So why were you out there instead of working?"
"M-my attendance issues have nothing to do with this matter—"
"Why wouldn’t they?"