"Did you see that man's face clearly?"
"No, Duchess. He moved too quickly, I only saw a residual image..."
"So you didn't see anything clearly?"
"The last thing I saw was that man stopping in front of Count Angler's corpse for a moment. Judging by his back, he appeared to be a middle-aged man around one meter and ninety tall, with blond hair. The scabbard of his knight's sword at his waist... seemed to be purple..."
The Duchess, after listening to the guard's rambling report for half the day, could not glean any useful information from it and her face began to show signs of impatience.
Obviously noticing this, the guard quickly started racking his brains, then added uncertainly:
"Duchess, I think I also saw this person rushing out of Prince Harrison's residence..."
"Are you sure?" the Duchess asked urgently, her eyes changed.
"I guess..." The guard began to stutter again.
