Chapter 93.2
The Earl Bute’s villa.
Inside the study where the Bute suddenly died.
There was a man standing in front of the Earl’s desk wearing a black cloak, blonde hair, and gold-rimmed glasses, and he was playing with his ring in his little finger as he stood there.
“Are you sure the murderer is that investigator?” His voice was indifference with no ups and down.
In the corner of the study, the male secretary who witnessed everything was bundled up in the corner while covering his ears, he was drenched in sweat and was trembling uncontrollably.
Some times passed but no words came out of his mouth despite opening and closing the lips, finally he uttered a word.
“I… I… I …… I don’t know, but apart from her no one has a deadly grudge against the Earl right now!”
Despite his response, the word he spoke was slurred with no clarity making the one baffled.
But Ennius did not seem to care about this, with a calm smile he took off his gold-rimmed glasses and wiped them clean.