The matter of the strange, extremely lethal toxin and its suspicious origins was a real dilemma.
While there were suspicions that it might have originated from someone with hidden ties to a magical civilization, this very fact made the perpetrator increasingly difficult to track.
Anyone harbouring such a dangerous secret would go to great lengths to cover their tracks—and such a person would not be easily exposed.
For now, the prime suspect was the Grand Duke Emeric. But there was no way to prove it. Isolde had no means of doing so. As for Lance, she couldn't tell. He seemed... half and half.
She glanced at the elf.
He was the one who had insisted on handling the matter personally. Now, she was about to see what exactly he would do.
If it had been her, the first order of business would have been to apply pressure on the Grand Duke Emeric.
Whether she would succeed was an entirely different matter, that man was slipperier than an eel.
