"It was Hancock who instigated your father, wasn't it?" Shiller reached out and patted the top of Isabel's head, then said, "One day, he appeared in a persona your father trusted and admired, expressing admiration for your eldest brother, Owen."
"And he sent him away." Isabel's arm was trembling a little as she said: "I saw some horrifying scars on him, then one day, I heard those voices in my father's room, I knew he had been bewitched."
"You do know that you're next."
Isabel looked up at Shiller, and Shiller also looked at her and said, "Henry is Hancock's child, right? He's a bad seed by birth, just like his father."
"I don't know, he's just an infant my mother picked up on a rainy night, no one knows who his father is." Isabel turned her head away and said, "But one day, he eavesdropped on my parents' conversation, found out he's not their biological child, then he started to become worse and worse."
"Then Hancock might have been brought in by him." Shiller nodded and said, "He found his biological father, and father and son want to use the Nihelet family as their hunting ground."
"My father is foolish, greedy, and shortsighted." Isabel clenched her teeth and said, "He's worried that raping his own son will condemn him to hell, so he bought into the cult's beliefs, that offering enough souls to the devil would spare him from punishment."
"Under the persuasion of the cultist, he had someone set her mother's home on fire, burning them all to death, and now he's planning to kill you all, he will not get his wish."
"There's another question, miss, you should have another accomplice, right?" Shiller looked into Isabel's eyes and asked.
Isabel looked back at Shiller, then averted her gaze and said, "I misjudged you, you're not the gentleman you pretend to be, nothing gets past you."
"What's her name?"
"Sherlock, she's my younger sister, she has a congenital heart disease, but she had surgery when she was little, hasn't fully recovered yet, but she can move around."
"She helped you put the allergen into the Holy Water?"
Isabel looked at Shiller in surprise, but still nodded and said, "Yes, as long as I react to the Holy Water, it would imply that there is truly a demon in me, maybe then they wouldn't dare to harm me."
"Clever girl." Shiller said in admiration.
"But you ruined everything." Isabel glared at Shiller hatefully and said, "Even if you later told me where to find a useful weapon, I would never forgive you."
"You would've figured it out without me telling you, you're naturally gifted in painting."
Shiller looked down at Henry's body and said, "So, let's think now about how to create your first painting, are you planning to throw him out of the window?"
Isabel was about to affirm, but for some reason, she held back, and Shiller voiced her thoughts.
"Could it really compensate for all that he has done to you and the Nihelet family?"
"He...he once contemplated following that man's example, on Sherlock..." Isabel took a deep breath, clearly she was not entirely unaffected, yet she stammered out with a slight tremble, "He told Hancock, he could lure Sherlock there."
"Why didn't he do it?"
"Sherlock has a heart condition, she might die, before they're prepared, the police would definitely investigate the mansion, and Hancock, who's wanted, doesn't dare to meet the police, afraid Lady Nihelet will make a fuss, but I know they eventually will."
Isabel looked at Henry's body, the rage in her eyes grew fiercer, the fingertips holding the pen almost digging into her flesh.
"Need some inspiration?" Shiller suddenly grinned and said, "Given your lack of experience, Miss, I can provide a little suggestion, but you'll need to answer one last question."
"What is it?"
"There's a female agent from the Federal Bureau of Investigation who's here with me, who secretly let her in?"
Isabel looked rather surprised, looking at Shiller, she said, "You mean the woman named Natasha is a federal agent?! She's in the mansion right now?!?"
Shiller nodded, it took Isabel a moment to digest the shocking news, then she frowned and said, "I don't know, everyone in the mansion is an imbecile now, I don't think anyone..."
It seemed like Isabel suddenly had a realization, she looked at Shiller and said, "If there's one person who knows all the secrets of the Nihelet family but still has a conscience, and is smart enough, it could only be the old butler left behind by old Mr. Nihelte before his death."
Shiller recalled the old butler who had previously greeted them, the sturdy looking old man with a clear mind. If anyone could put a crocodile in the mud pit, keeping their actions unnoticeable, it would probably only be him.
"What's the inspiration you're talking about?" Isabel asked.
Shiller reached out once again to pat her head, pulled her a little closer, and said: "Do you know where the last shred of hope comes from for a person who knows they are about to die?"