Vana's POV Ms. Angela stepped forward, about to head out of the room when Ms. Rosemary stopped her. “Wait”—she stared at the duke’s head for a long while, crouching down as she squinted her eyes on his hair— “There’s a smell coming off of the duke’s head,” she noted, brows furrowing. “What smell?” Ms. Angela interrogated, rushing back to the duke’s dead body as she examines it again. She lowered her head down on the duke’s head, taking a sniff on his hair. Her brows furrowed, raising her head up at me as she meets my eyes. She glanced at Professor Zander, mouth gaping as she moves away from the corpse. “It smells like poison,” Ms. Angela muttered in realization. “Like Botulinum?” I wondered. “Like Botulinum,” “How do you know the smell of Botulinum?” Jerome asked, curious to know. “I was poisoned by it before. During our Battle of Magic tournament,” Ms. Angela answered. “I just know it,” I answered nonchalantly. “Why would the duke’s hair have poison in it? His hair doesn’t l

Vana's POV “If you’re going to ask where I have been, my answer would be that I am in my office the whole time,” Duchess Even stated, answering us before the question could even slip our tongues. She was weeping only a while ago and we even had to calm her down before we could finally talk to her. She cannot fathom being in the room with her dead husband, so we had no choice but to head to the room on the right to question and interview her. Ms. Angela requested for Professor Zander to watch over the crime scene while we’re here, letting Ms. Rosemary stay with the suspects to keep a close eye on them. My mind was blank the whole time we changed rooms; my head occupied by the magic I felt on the mirror. The magic is clouded and could not be identified by my ability. The aura, on the other hand, is thinly holding onto the air. The duchess sobbed as she waited for a question to come from us, lifting her gaze as she wipes the tears in her eyes. “And here I was planning to make up with

Vana's POV The hallways in the manor flickered with light through the luminescent torch lights that was glued against the walls. Bright orange-yellow color beamed down across the hall, with the moonlight serving as an extra layer of light in the already lighted hallway. Jerome and I have departed ways after we call for the people who’re we assigned to be with. Jerome was assigned to talk to the butler about the missing footman and the cook to head to Ms. Angela, before following me to investigate the teapot. Meanwhile, I had asked Ms. Emily for assistance to guide me to where the teapot has been set aside in the kitchen. I grunted, pulling myself together as we walk down on the manor’s ground floor, and through an empty hallway. The hallway led to the back side of the manor, where the staff’s halls are located. As we delve deeper into the hallway, the walls become more lifeless, and the lights dimmed. Paintings disintegrated the further we walk, and neither decorum or intricately d

Vana's POV “How did you know?” Ms. Zeraphine snapped, growling with her voice howling so soundly. “If you’re going to commit a crime, at least make sure you don’t leave traces of it behind,” I mused. “You wouldn’t thin anyone would suspect you, didn’t you, Lady Zeraphine.” “Mother…” Lady Whitney murmured, gasping. A crooked smile crept up at Ms. Zeraphine’s face, creating an atmosphere of deceit and fear around us. “How smart of you,” she commented with a mocking gaze. “I felt traces of your magic not only in this room, but also around the manor. You’ve probably been keeping track of our whereabouts since the murder took place, but you didn’t conceal your magic enough,” I explained. “You even let your daughter caught whiff of your magic.” “How did you know that I am the killer? I was supposed to be dead,” Ms. Zeraphine exclaimed. “Reasoning, M’lady. Lady Whitney gave it all away. Someone who is sensitive to magic can sense if there is magic in play in their surroundings, but the

Vana's POV The next few days have been extremely different from what I expected. I had thought that we’ll be back on track on our mission after the investigation we had on the duke’s death. What I didn’t expect, is that a serious, official investigation has to be done as well. The investigation commenced in secret with only a few people aware of the duke’s death. Because of that, our mission has been postponed for the time being and will continue once the investigation has been resolved. Because we were in the manor at the time of duke’s death, and solved the murder case, the investigation went smoothly with our help. Ms. Zeraphine was detained for the time being in the south wing of the duke’s manor, away from the eyes and ears of the servants and people of the manor. She was locked in a room, guarded by trusted police of the House of Glyndel. She’ll stay there for further investigation. The crime, however, had been examined thoroughly again, and the inspectors needed to heavily r