"Tell me, who asked you to do this?" Asmon demanded, his voice cold and focused. He was only concerned with uncovering the mastermind behind the scenes.
Queen Elsa gave a sad smile and didn't answer. Instead, she turned her gaze to the blood rose nearby.
"There... there lies the head of my... true... love..." she murmured weakly.
Asmon's patience waned. "Was it Duke Miller who asked you to do this?" he pressed. "Or was it your own plan?"
But Queen Elsa had already closed her eyes.
"Damn it! Don't die!" Asmon cursed, his frustration evident.
If she died now, how would he explain everything when he left? And more importantly, who was the mastermind behind this bizarre incident?
Who wanted to kill Vera?
Why had Queen Elsa been forced into such a desperate act, trading her life for someone else's?
And who had the power to orchestrate something like this?
Asmon stared at Queen Elsa's unmoving body, his thoughts racing.
