Monna made anxious and tired by him. Because whatever she tried to suppress her emotions and warmth, this unbeloved husband has never even considered it. Monna seemed to want to scream, but the consequences of her actions would certainly end in darkness and death.
"Okay. Belhart. I already remember about something, "
"Something about what?" Belhart was still cold towards Cattarina. Monna did not appear to have the desire and courage to carry on with her intention.
"You don't have to listen to it, if you don't want to."
Monna clearly didn't want to urge anyone to listen to her wishes. Even help her if the person didn't want it.
"You're mad at me now?" Belhart asked with a series of gazes that wanted to penetrate into Cattarina's mind and heart.
Monna tried to deny it.
"Of course not. How dare I am," Monna said politely. Didn't want to give the impression that she really wanted to say 'of course I get angry if you keep provoking'.
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"I just don't want to burden you to the point of trouble," Monna has reasoned with the various reasons she managed to think of.
"Then tell me what's bothering you now. What do you remember?" Belhart asked, finally returning to the point of their conversation.
Belhart kept looking at Cattarina with such interest and care. Where he was very sure that Cattarina meant to say and inform something important.
Monna then leaned forward to be able to convey the meaning of her thoughts, as well as her suspicions about something. Meanwhile Belhart was just busy watching her.
"I finally remembered something about a man named Berdten Argentio," Monna said so sure and certainly.
Berlhart continued to stare at her. And immediately returned to focusing her attention more thoroughly and asking questions.
"Berdten Argentio?" he repeated.
Belhart realized that the key to this name caught Cattarina's attention. So that if at this time Cattarina suddenly talked about that man, things wouldn't be strange. When there may be nothing else for them to talk about.
Belhart had heard Cattarina's conviction again.
"Yes," Monna replied, nodding confidently.
Where Monna admitted that initially she forgot a lot, ah no, not forgetting. But barely remember his name. Because the name was only written in part in the story. Yet she knew exactly who the man was and what his status was.
Monna then continued.
"He is the head of the assassin group," Monna said slowly.
Spontaneously she made Belhart even more surprised but kept pace.
"'Butterfly killers' you mean?" Belhart replied suddenly.
So now it was Monna's turn to look at him in surprise and confusion.
"You already know that? How could it be? And what's the story?" Monna asked in amazement and amazement.
Because in the novels she read, not many groups of assassins were mentioned in the story. Just mentioning briefly that it was the group of assassins who tried to kill some other group of nobles for no apparent reason.
And this group is also often referred to as a "shadow killer" or "winged killer". Because every time they did the action there weren't many people who could find their tracks and even catch them.
Their existence and work were like shadows that have no physical form and seem to have wings so that no one has yet been able to catch them.
Where in the novel it was written that this group was only acting up and dealing with problematic groups. Because they were rumored to only kill groups of aristocrats who they think deserve to be killed.
So that people sometimes deify them.
And the empire itself did not take any serious action against the group because they had not really cared about their actions. As a result of their actions that were always done cleanly and neatly. It became difficult for anyone to find out who the perpetrators were and what was the motive.
How can a murder made with the appearance of suicide be carried out. And who ordered them to what purpose, not much can be speculated. Of course, sometimes there were some simple things to say. But who exactly owns the group was very secret.
Even Monna was very sure that the writer of the novel's story has not come up with an idea to thoroughly explore its ownership, except to continue the sequel.
But this time, Belhart was very sophisticated and precisely knew it all. Whereas in the novel, it was told that the imperial side and the people around them do not know anything about the group calling themselves "Butterfly".
Because the victim's body was always found with a black butterfly sticker. As a special characteristic of the results of their group's actions.
Monna seemed quite surprised if Belhart also found out. But how and since when that man found out, was a big question mark for Monna.
Could it be that because Belhart was investigating the issue of slandering her family, Belhart has finally found some relevant information?
Seeing the astonished and bewildered eyes that kept on him, Belhart felt his heart rippling. Because for the first time that woman had actually seen him for a long time. So should Belhart buy himself longer to answer?
Temptation after temptation seemed to continue whispering beside him.
"I know because I am investigating too," Belhart said in short words.
And Monna was very dissatisfied with the answer.
"Investigate for what? And since when? As far as I can remember, it was never in my stories and memories! " Monna said curiously and subconsciously said something strange and quite unnatural.
Belhart spontaneously frowned rather hard and asked in confusion.
"Stories and memories? What do you really mean? "
Where Monna suddenly panicked. When consciousness has made a mistake she just realized.
"Em, I mean .. people's stories and of course my memory all this time," Monna replied quickly making an alibi.
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