Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 810 - 145: Witch’s House_3

Perhaps he never imagined that someone had witnessed the entire process of his murder and escaped from the Rebel Army's camp.

However, the facts seemed to be quite the opposite.

Ethan gladly agreed to Ilya's request for a confrontation, and then he continued his conversation with Duke Ash as if nothing had happened. They talked about their homeland, the role of witches, and about a secluded academy where people would send their children to learn magic...

The atmosphere was very harmonious, even Fabius appeared less aggressive than usual and seemed much more pleasant.

About fifteen minutes later, Sera returned, bringing with her the escaped crew member.

But as she entered the room, her expression was complex, occasionally casting strange glances at Ilya.

"Come on, Duke Ash is here in person, you can declare his crimes!"

Ilya's eyes were burning with determination, but what she received was a bucket of cold water.

"Whose crimes?"

The crew member looked confused.

"Ethan, and Miss Lindong, you accused them of murdering Duke Ash's men, and possibly Baron Fulin's family!"

"I didn't, don't speak nonsense!"

The crew member became nervous all of a sudden and hurriedly clarified to Duke Ash, "I've never said that. I just brought some news about the Rebel Army. Most of them scattered and fled into the mountains."

"W-What are you saying?"

Ilya was so angry her lips trembled. She pointed at the crew member, "That's not what you said at the association!"

"Ilya..."

Sera said, "He wasn't even at the association. The Imperial Army said he was under their watch the entire night and never left... I asked the association's mage, and they said you looked very tired when you got back, you must have fallen asleep."

Huh?

Huh?

Ilya stepped back half a pace, her mind suddenly blank, and the gazes around her made her wish she could crawl into a hole.

"Miss Ilya must have been too stressed lately, with the empire being so unstable,"

The only one to speak up for her turned out to be Ethan, whom she accused of being the murderer. "Undeniably, her intentions were good, but she should balance work and rest, not push herself too hard."

Ilya and Ethan locked eyes for a while, and faced with the irrefutable facts, she began to doubt herself.

Could it be...

That she was wrong?

"Still, I hope Miss Ilya catches the real culprit soon."

The anticipated showdown ended in such a bizarre manner, and as they walked out of the Simpler Clan, Cedric's eyes were filled with impatience.

Once again, it seemed that Ilya was just a spoiled young lady, indulged by those around her. If she were to knock on his door again in the middle of the night, she would be met with a closed door.

"Luckily, Mr. Ethan didn't mind your accusations,"

Before leaving, Cedric glanced at Ilya, "Otherwise, it would've been an ugly scene."

...

After everyone left, the harmonious conversation in the drawing room came to an end.

"It's getting late."

Lindong spoke, her index finger moving slightly, and the strings hanging on Duke Ash and Fabius began to move.

They controlled their actions, even their expressions.

Duke Ash's face brimmed with a smile, as if he had just finished a satisfying conversation, but his gaze remained fixated on Fabius.

That was his child, the only heir to the Simpler Clan.

Fabius looked straight ahead, a smile seeming forever unchanged on his face.

"What a pity, it seems the opportunity for help was missed."

With a touch of Lindong's fingertip, Duke Ash and Fabius began to move.

"It's time to turn off the lights."

She reminded Duke Ash, and he walked out of the drawing room in front of all the guards.

Everyone knew that the Simpler Clan had two esteemed guests.