"I really haven't seen your item; I wasn't working in the west section that day. It couldn't have been me that you saw."
The pretty brunette with blue eyes and a mole at the corner of her eye, speaking in stiff Urian, rushed to clarify with Azeryan.
Leon and his two companions watched as the castle's housekeeper brought the maid before them, their initially excited feelings quickly turning to disappointment.
Azeryan shook his head, "Hmm, indeed it isn't her."
"The servant in the west area that matches your description is only her, Lord Casoles. Do you remember any other characteristics?" asked the butler politely.
"Perhaps I was mistaken."
Azeryan didn't persist further; he couldn't demand that the other party search for the so-called "suspect" in an area he had never visited.
If things got blown out of proportion and attracted the attention of the Felcon Family, it would cause trouble.
