Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1607

I had read the coroner's report in full. What Stephen described matched it almost exactly.

When I questioned him further about other details of the case, every point lined up. Only after confirming this did I hand him over to the authorities at the Royal Citadel and ask Lord Klein to send men to retrieve the murder weapon.

I believed the case was solved at last, that all my efforts and days of watching and waiting had not been in vain.

But what I didn't see coming was that once we reached the Royal Citadel, Stephen suddenly changed his confession. He claimed he had only confessed under torture, that every word he had said was fed to him by me. He cried out that he had been wronged, insisting he was innocent. Worse still, he demanded they arrest me, calling me a thief and a liar.

Then came more bad news.

The Royal Citadel sent dozens of men to the place he had described, but no matter how they searched, they found neither the bloodstained clothes nor the

murder weapon.

Several days passed. As Stephen bore injuries, they didn't apply torture, and he continued to wail that he had been falsely accused. With no evidence, and with my conduct brought into question, they were left with no choice but to release him.

It was then I understood-some men were simply beyond the reach of the law. The case itself was not a complicated one, but Stephen had hidden the truth far too well.

if he remained quiet long enough, things would be forgotten in time. So,

his eyes and saw me standing there, all hope vanished from his

once. It turned out the bloodied clothes and cleaver were not thrown into the

piled high with sandbags. He had simply moved one, tucked the weapon and clothing

search the place. This time,

until he vomited more than once. Then, I

to act. Once the person was certain Stephen had drowned, they at last cried out that someone had fallen into the

was pulled from the

lay a bloodstained garment, and wrapped within it was

It was at that moment they understood-the son who had cried so

I still handed over to the authorities, but only after

I chose not to dwell on it too deeply. Thinking too much only

Wish

drawn into it. He truly was stubborn beyond reason. I told him that should ever

least there would el.

buriabHis reply was that he had always wondered what it felt like to be beheaded, and that following me might