Meanwhile, Emilio was interrogating one of the royal kitchen servants who were assigned to prepare the food during the wedding ceremony.
The servant was sweating profusely as he wiped his hands in his apron unconsciously. Emilio could hear his heart beat at a fast rate while his eyes darted from left to right.
Emilio was also tense as he narrowed his eyes at him. His feet were spread apart in a wide stance as he observed him.
He learned that this man was supposed to be present during that time. But he was absent, and another man filled him in.
"I swear to the Great Theos, my lord. I didn't know that the man had a fake identity. I thought he was part of the royal kitchen staff," he stuttered before biting his bloodless lips.
His feet were slowly scuffling backward, as if he was looking for a way out. But the royal guards at his back pointed their spear at him.
