The next day, the court hearing had been going on for almost half an hour before Jillian finally showed up. The heated discussion instantly halted as he waltzed in, his chin held high with the usual lofty on his face. He would have made a dashing figure, if not for the doll safely tucked within the crook of his arm.
Marquis Ouin, who was sitting quite far in the corner, blanched as soon as the Duke stepped in through the door. H—How…? The assassination had failed?! Stupid, useless people! What was the use of six of them if they couldn't even take one person down?! Sweat beaded the Marquis' forehead and his heart suddenly ran cold. Had the Duke found anything out? No, it couldn't be. He had trained the soldiers himself, they wouldn't have sold him out even in the face of death! He tried to calm himself again and again with that sentence.
