Halfway up the mountain.
A young girl with her hair tied behind her head, faintly dancing in the mountain breeze.
Her expression was slightly cold, as she paused at a spot where the railing was broken. From there, she gazed downward at towering trees, lush and verdant.
No one would have guessed—she had just taken advantage of the desolation to make her way to the bottom of the cliff.
As if following some kind of scent...
From within the ring's spatial realm came the chirping sound of Greba, "Little Master, it can now be confirmed—Master fell down from this exact spot."
"Hmm, someone did it deliberately," Cherline Lindsey murmured, her gaze darkening.
"Exactly! Someone framed Master. But, it seems like she's been keeping this matter hidden and doesn't want your dad to find out. No one's brought it up, looks like they're trying to brush this aside."
Greba muttered regretfully, "Ah, so the despicable culprit gets off scot-free just like that."
