The room had gone unnaturally silent and still.
"Let's start from the beginning, shall we?" Ymir said.
Orochi leaned back into his seat, one arm draped over the backrest, watching the exchange with quiet amusement.
"This goes back before the trial of the Saintess, doesn't it? You were one of the three judges in her trial. But there was something that didn't sit right, I mean…you're a kind of guy who wouldn't let her treat people even if they were dying, yet on the request of some noble house, you agreed to set a meeting?"
"It was from that point that I got suspicious of everything around me. Then I started putting pieces together, and it all centred around Violet. Funny enough, she isn't even aware of all the schemes that are occurring in the Kingdom."
"Rebellion is one thing. But… what could incite someone to kill the saintess?"
Ymir tapped his finger on the armrest.
"The answer to that was so simple that I had to rethink it."
