Chapter 109
The three of us headed to the kitchen. Since the victim had been a kitchen maid, the scene of the incident was naturally the kitchen. It was already packed with people.
Why do they always crowd around like it's some kind of spectacle? I tilted my head and slowly walked into the throng.
As I appeared, the gathered people parted to make way. A scene straight out of the parting of the Red Sea. For a moment, it felt like I was witnessing a divine miracle as I stepped into the scene.
It was true then—she really had collapsed while vomiting blood. A dark reddish stain clung thickly to the marble floor.
I looked at it without much emotion.
It wasn’t that I didn’t mourn the dead. I’d just spent so many years caring for dying people that I no longer felt fear or horror when faced with death.
“They’ve already removed the body?”
“Yes. Since it was an unnatural death, they say an autopsy is required.”
“Of course.”
I clicked my tongue quietly and tried to picture the black-haired maid who must have been lying here. I offered another silent prayer for her soul, then turned away, having gained nothing from this visit.
Seeing the site didn’t ease my unease. All I saw was blood for nothing.
And then—thud. As I turned to leave, my foot caught on something.