Cooling her chilly throat, Olivia soon shook her head.

“Let’s start with what we can do.”

Putting aside the matter that was not easy to throw away just because of the name Heinder, Olivia picked up another document.

The document she picked up was an investigation report on the attempted assassination of the princess that happened before, or rather, an attempted murder case involving someone else.

While examining the contents she already knew one by one, Olivia’s shadow cast on the document was abruptly swallowed by a much larger shadow.

“Is it about that woman back then?”

At the low voice that seemed to resonate not through the ears but through the skin, Olivia’s hand holding the document momentarily tightened.

However, Olivia, who quickly released the grip, answered nonchalantly.

“Yeah. I ordered another investigation just in case, but there was nothing special.”

Olivia decided to act as if nothing happened at the library.

Sometimes, there are problems that need to be concealed rather than exposed.

And Cryer also did not insist on bringing up the events of that time.

He only lent his hand to support Olivia’s concentration on the current matter.

“That’s unlikely. There’s no reason to rush in the middle of the night to kill someone without a reason.”

“Right. It might look like doubting the investigator’s ability, though.”

“You seem to be looking into it yourself.”

Olivia, gazing at Cryer’s sharp nose, which accurately grasped her intention, felt a prickling sensation like a small thorn under her fingernail.

She couldn’t express the chaotic and indescribable time at the library with words.

Cryer must have noticed that he was avoiding the story, so he kept his mouth shut.

But why?

Lowering her head, Olivia absentmindedly massaged her tingling and irritating fingertips.

While feeling relieved about that fact, she also felt a subtle disappointment creeping in.

Where does it come from? Probably from this insane heart running towards the man who killed me four times.

She pressed her heart firmly and took a breath.

Yeah, it must be crazy. That’s right. It’s definitely crazy.

Olivia, who poured out curses at herself, furrowed her brow with the sharp and pointed emotions.

No, it’s better not to bring up that matter.

Was it something that could just be passed over? If asked what you said back then, would you just brush it off?

In the end, she didn’t hear what he whispered.

It would be a lie if she said she wasn’t curious, but she didn’t want to bring up that incident again, so she tried to let it go.

Although Olivia did her best not to, she eventually glanced at Cryer out of the corner of her eye.
Moving away from her without a sound, he, who had become accustomed to the familiar sight of everyday life, sat on the always-present sofa, crossed his legs, propped his left elbow on the armrest, and sat inclined, reading a report.

A sight that had become familiar at some point.

Certainly, it had become so familiar that now, reflexively, she found herself searching for him with her gaze if he wasn’t around. Yet, why were her hands tangled, and why was she tapping the ground with her toes?

Again, it’s a mess.

Olivia, grimacing from her forehead to the bridge of her nose, frowned deeply at the air that lazily flowed around him, seemingly unaffected. Even Cryer seems fine, but I’m a complete mess.

Despite her efforts to focus on the documents, the content didn’t register in her eyes beyond the level of white paper and black ink.

All her attention was directed toward the direction where Cryer was.

The document labeled “Confidential” was stained for the umpteenth time with the ink that flowed from the pen.

I should probably leave.

Being conscious of the fact that they were alone, Olivia, feeling that something might happen soon if they kept staying like this, vacantly stood up and stepped away.

“Let’s go.”

“Go?”

Approaching Cryer, who tilted the book, Olivia spoke confidently.

“I said I would look into it myself. We need to see the servants mentioned in the investigator’s report.”

“There might be people who don’t work at the palace.”

“Let’s start with the palace. In fact, there has never been such a murder case in my palace before the regression.”

As Olivia began to converse with him, Cryer, comfortable with the casual remark, chuckled.

“It seems there were other types of incidents, not this kind.”

“It’s the royal palace. It’s the safest and yet the most dangerous place on the continent.”

Olivia, who had been conscious of her surroundings, sighed as she stood up, biting her tongue.

“Well, considering how quickly the royal palace fell during the continental war, I can’t really say it’s safe.”

“Oh, about that.”

“About that?”

“You said you destroyed the palace walls.”

“Right…Ah, because you swung your sword once, it collapsed just like that.”

The walls of the imperial palace, which had firmly guarded the continent’s sole empire, collapsed just because one person swung a sword.