"Where were you the day before yesterday after you left the tower?"
"The day before yesterday? Arthur, did you forget that I fell from a high place and was resting in bed afterward?" Aria became emotional.
She shed tears and continued, "Whole night, I was lonely. No one came to accompany me. No one came to care for me either. Weak and sick, I couldn't get up from the bed. How can you accuse me, Arthur? Anyone but you should trust me. I don't know anything about killing."
"Keep your crocodile's tears to yourself, sweetheart," Darius stated in delight. "The thugs already confessed. Anyone can copy your appearance but the ring in your middle finger, it's only one piece in the world."
Aria's expression changed. "What do you mean by that? What ring?"
"The ring with the golden snake and its head was covered with a fireball. Sounds familiar?" Arthur asked.
"They… must have been lying. I'm being framed!" Aria complained.
