That was indeed what Borneo had said. The gemstone pinned to the sleeve of the milky white nightgown was the same as the one he had found in Prince Messiah's stab wound. He frowned and looked at Prince Algis in confusion.
"I know that look? You accused me of that, didn't you?" Prince Algis' eyes widened as he said this.
He shook his head quickly. Even Borneo, who had moved to stand behind Prince Algis, knew that this was impossible. The man chuckled when he heard Prince Algis' confident words.
But Prince Algis' current skills could not keep up with Prince Messiah and his magic. The man even performed magic without singing, just like Cyril.
"No, I'm not blaming you, Prince. I'm thinking of anyone who has the same nightclothes as you!" He gave a reason that was more acceptable to Prince Algis' common sense. Besides, this reason would not embarrass Prince Algis.
