Ariadne entered the living room of Mr. Scampa, tidied up her clothes, and greeted the homeowner.

“Mr. Scampa.”

With a deep bow, Ariadne greeted respectfully.

“I sincerely apologize for the unfortunate incident caused by the conduct of our household servant.”

Mr. Scampa, who was upset that not even condolences were offered, was shocked to see a noble—or an equivalent to a cardinal’s household—came to bow to him, a commoner, and stood up from his sofa. He waved his hand and said,

“Why, why this all of a sudden. Please stand up.”

The nobles he knew were people who could casually greet and then cruelly kill the person if they didn’t like the way they were greeted.

It is better not to get involved with them. And one should avoid the situations they peculiarly make as much as possible.

“I didn’t want such an honour either. I just wish for my daughter, my daughter to return.”

His wish was humble but the most luxurious thing in this situation.

“If I could do so, I would have no wishes. But life is heavensent, isn’t it something that cannot be changed by human hands?”

Ariadne looked at Mr. Scampa.

“Blood price should be paid with blood price.”

Her deep green eyes shone fiercely.

“I have something to inform you, Mr. Scampa, which is why I came here today.”

Mr. Scampa’s mother, who ran to the kitchen, hurried back with a teacup. She timidly offered tea to the highranking guest she had never seen before.

Ariadne tried to refuse, but seeing the woman in front of her trembling so much, she reluctantly took the teacup.

But once she accepted it, she smiled and sipped the tea. Her expression was confident and her eyes were fierce.

“The statement officially announced by Cardinal de Mare is false.”

“What?”

“The deceased maid didn’t steal anything, and it wasn’t a mistake that the body was mutilated. The client had ordered to cut off the head.”

“What on earth!”

Mr. Scampa stood up abruptly.

“I knew it would be like this! And they gave me money to suppress me!”

But Ariadne stopped Mr. Scampa.

“However, there is one thing I must doubt. Cardinal de Mare didn’t know such a thing was happening.”

“What are you telling me to do!”

Mr. Scampa shouted.

“Nothing has been going right since your family entered my life! Unnecessary tasks arise, complaints about everything, and now my daughter is dead! And now, you come and say that the cardinal himself didn’t know, so forgive him?!”

Ariadne calmly answered,

“Of course not.”

She stared at Mr. Scampa with blazing eyes. Their eyes met.

“You have to take revenge on the culprit who killed your daughter.”

Ariadne put her teacup on the side table with a thud. At the sound of the teacup hitting the table, Mr. Scampa’s mother was startled and trembled.

“Life for life. Blood price for blood price.”

Ariadne didn’t take her eyes off Mr. Scampa.

“The person who killed your only daughter is Lucrezia, the maid of Cardinal de Mare.”

Ariadne clearly identified Lucrezia as the target of this case. It would be best if she could involve Ippolito in wholesale gold, but if there are two culprits, the focus will be lost.

If she wants to clearly tell the outside who the superior related to the redhead murder case is, it was right to choose Lucrezia. She was irreversibly tied to this case by sending out Loretta, her closest maid.

Mr. Scampa seemed to be reeling with new anger, sitting on the sofa and shaking both hands. Ariadne watched Mr. Scampa with cautious eyes.

“The representatives of the local cooperatives will have no choice but to prefer the plan to receive cash. They have no money and many mouths to feed. But they only know one thing and don’t know the other. The amount of gold that needs to be threatened with their lives also increases.”

Ariadne spoke to Mr. Scampa in a low voice.

“Tomorrow, state that Lucrezia is the one who killed Paola, and that you want Lucrezia’s life. The evidence is the maid held by the local cooperative. She’s Lucrezia’s closest aide.”

Ariadne stood up from her seat.

“I can’t stay here for long. The fact that I came and left today must remain a secret. However, Mr. Scampa, proceed as I’ve told you today. I will deliver the result you desire.”

“How do you know what result I want?”

Ariadne answered in a gentle voice.

“Revenge through blood.”

Ariadne then looked back at Scampa’s mother with a slight smile.

“And the maximum amount of gold.”

Ariadne bowed to the old woman.

“I offer my condolences for your granddaughter’s matter. It must be deeply saddening.”

Scampa’s mother gasped in surprise. It seemed like she should at least pretend to be sad.

“Even if they say they don’t need gold and only want life, the residence of Cardinal de Mare will not hold their tongues. I promise you that the amount of gold that will come out of the Cardinal’s residence will not fall below the 300 ducats we agreed upon today.”

‘Gold is important, what will you do with the blood money’, words Scampa’s mother could not dare to say. Her face brightened.

She grabbed her son’s arm and shook it.