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Why was he so angry?
I was deeply curious about who he was. He could be a clue that led me to the truth of the incident. But approaching him now, or after the procession, was impossible.
Too many eyes.
From the rooftop, I had confirmed that there were suspicious individuals scattered all over the area. If the marquis' death truly was an assassination, then that man could only be one of two things: either he'd soon be eliminated after being spotted by the numerous eyes, or he was the bait those eyes had set.
First, I need to confirm his identity.
I melted into the crowd. Slipping through the packed throng, I let the dizzying noise carry me toward my target. I approached a tall, elderly man standing with his hands behind his back.
"Do you happen to know who that man is?"
"Ahem! Hrm-hmm…"
The old man glanced at me but didn't reply. Like before, I knew that asking a guard would get me a sure answer. After all, this armor seemed to be quite effective.
At the same time, asking about a prominent knight while posing as an inspector could raise suspicion. It was a double-edged sword.
If he's even a vice-captain, I'd have no excuse.
The tavern was the easiest choice. I entered a second-floor...
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