Ethan said, "Do you mean to say that Rowena interrupted the sage's meditation in front of me, causing her death, and I was completely unaware of it?"
"This..."
Faced with this soul-piercing question, the vice president's face froze, and he stammered for a while before he managed to say, "Rowena is proficient in illusion magic; she must have cast some kind of bewilderment spell on you while you weren't paying attention—of course, if we later find out that she has nothing to do with this, we will certainly clear her name, but until then, she must be considered a suspect and investigated... Don't forget, you and I are both under the witness of the God of Trickery."
"You're dreaming!"
Rowena couldn't even be bothered to argue. This room had a foul smell, and she thought that anyone with a bit of perception should be able to detect something abnormal in the rotten pumpkin pie in the antechamber.
