Chapter 98
A moment later, Monica widened her eyes and pointed an accusing finger.
“What do you mean it’s not Julian’s seal! All the Noart family seals look the same!”
“The seal shapes are identical... But Julian’s has a tiny crack right in the center. He said it happened because Uncle Murlock threw it when he first got it.”
At my words, Grandfather exploded.
“What? Then this was forged? Huh? Seals are enchanted—they’re supposed to be impossible to forge! What the hell is going on here!”
I murmured slowly, face calm.
“Of course you can’t forge a seal, Grandfather...”
Then added with a shrug,
“But the part about Julian sending that letter was a lie, so this document is forged. Probably... within the last thirty minutes?”
Grandfather’s expression instantly hardened. He immediately understood what I meant.
With a sharp tone, he ordered his most trusted retainer:
“Investigate all Noart seals in the household, right now. If it was done within the last thirty minutes, there’ll still be ink residue. Stamp each one and check—if even faint traces match the ink on this paper, that’s the one.”