"How can you be sure?"
Full of curiosity, Daniel saw no flaw in Freya's demeanor; she had seemed thoroughly normal.
"At tonight's gathering, only nobles who received invitations knew about it, yet those prisoners still showed up."
Sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, Marvin loosened his tie and assumed a comfortable position, "When Pope Ubli I flew into a rage, it meant he realized that someone had leaked the nobles' specific locations. And those in the know are definitely not commoners, but rather family members, servants of these nobilities, or the parties involved."
"Just based on these conjectures, you can't suspect Freya!"
"I haven't finished yet..." Marvin said with a smile, "Why do you think Bartus Brave could so accurately appear on the balcony of the Second Prince's villa?"
Upon hearing this, Daniel was briefly taken aback, exchanging glances with Levin as if coming to a realization, "You mean that Bartus Brave knew the Second Prince was hiding in the study?"
