The atmosphere of the mansion was a mess.
This is because there were many incidents last night.
The Philip problem, which caused the fire in the mansion, was resolved faster than expected.
As expected, Philip insisted that it was Yurtha who made him do this.
However, his argument was quite unreliable.
Not only is there no evidence, but it turns out Philip was a criminal who stole other people’s status.
Fraud, theft, arson.
There were so many crimes.
He already had a criminal record for arson, but no one believed Philip because he had committed the arson again this time.
As a last resort, Philip said there was a letter from Yurtha in his room, but no letter came out of the room.
Of course, it was because I have the letter.
‘You can’t mess with the name of Herthas.’
First of all, because I’m Herthas, too.
Philip eventually became only a vicious criminal who tried to frame Yurtha.
There were also questions about why Philip suddenly tried to frame Yurtha, but it turned out that Philip had malice against Yurtha.
Evidence emerged that Philip suffered damage from the project Yurtha was trying to pursue.
Of course I think this is fabricated evidence.
Even though it happened last night, things worked out really quickly.
I think that Yurtha’s secret interference also played a part.
That’s how things work out with Philip, but the problem was Richard.
Richard escaped yesterday.
I remembered briefly what happened last night.
After hearing the news that the monster had escaped, Argen put on a cold expression.
<H, he went to the maze garden.>
Maze garden.
The first time Richard ran away, weren’t you there with me?
Then the maze garden was quickly surrounded by knights.
It is said that articles will be put in there to search for Richard.
‘Terrible brat.’
Why is Argen so obsessed with Richard when he doesn’t even look at him anyway?
‘Is this the power of the original?’
It makes sense to think so.
“…Rosie, I heard you caught the criminal who set the fire?”
“Is that true? Rosie is amazing. But how in the world—”
“Yes, I hear the monster has escaped? Is that true?”
There were many people who talked to me today, the people who never missed the accident.
Everyone was quiet, but they seemed quite curious about what had happened last night.
“Didn’t you get along with Philip?”
“I think I’ve seen you together many times—”
Of course, there was a look of disapproval.
