The Yellow-Haired Villain in Soaring Phoenix's Novels Also Desires Happiness Chapter 559: Suspicion

“Your Highness, are you alright?”

Inside the temporary safe residence, Marquis Angus, who had just finished handling a pile of miscellaneous affairs, looked travel-worn as he watched several maids carry away the bowl of dicine and °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° the bloodstained clothes.

“How is your body?”

“Thank you for your concern. Looks like I picked up a life again.”

Albert “forced” out a smile.

At the top of the room, an extrely expensive top-grade magic stone was giving off a gentle radiance, while also keeping the entire room warm like spring.

Albert’s upper body was bare, still wrapped all over in bandages. You could see that the attack just now really did leave him with no light injuries, but under the treatnt of the most top-tier physician in all of Berland, that bit of injury was not any big deal.

Right now, there was even a hint of rosy color returning to his complexion. It seed the dicinal ingredients those nobles proactively offered up truly did have very good effects as well.

“It’s good that you’re fine.”

Angus took off his formal hat, revealing frost-white hair at his temples:

“May I sit?”

“Marquis, please do as you like.”

“Thank you.”

He sat across from Albert and took out paper and pen.

“Then... please recount again, Your Highness, what happened tonight. The more detailed, the better.”

“Marquis, this is...”

“Don’t misunderstand. I don’t an to doubt Your Highness. After all, what happened earlier was seen with many people’s own eyes. It’s just...”

Angus let out a sigh. His tired face looked several years older:

“As the initiator of this charity banquet, although the banquet did not successfully take place, this matter, as the fuse, led to sothing so terrible happening. No matter what, I must bear a certain amount of responsibility.”

“How could that be? This has nothing to do with Marquis at all—”

“Your Highness, don’t say it.”

Angus raised a hand, stopping Albert’s words, and said with a bitter smile:

“Please be considerate to , this old man, and recount in detail what happened tonight once more. That way I can think... how to report this matter to His Majesty.”

Although His Majesty surely already knows it early...

“Alright then.”

Albert had no reason to refuse Marquis Angus’s request. He knew that if his “Imperial Father” ordered a thorough investigation, he would definitely still be “interrogated” once.

Besides, tonight he was the victim.

At a ti like this, the victim had no need to fear and panic.

“As for tonight’s matter, we have to start from the very beginning...”

Albert recounted once more, while Angus patiently wrote it down.

In the quiet room, there remained only Albert’s steady narration, the soft scratch-scratch of the quill on the paper, and the ticking of the clock on the wall.

“In the end... it was just what you all saw.”

A trace of sorrow appeared on Albert’s face:

“That little monster, for so reason, lost control and killed Andrew.”

“...Your Highness, please accept my condolences.”

Angus stopped the quill in his hand and comforted him:

“This is not your fault. No one will bla you.”

“Thank you...”

“Does Your Highness have anything else to add?”

“No. I’ve said everything that should be said. But if Marquis Angus wants to know more details...”

Albert suddenly shifted his tone, the corner of his mouth lifting imperceptibly. “You can go ask the Campbell family. Tonight, the Campbell family helped a great deal. With your relationship with the Campbell family, they will definitely tell you everything.”

“...Is that so?”

Angus’s movents paused slightly, then he nodded. “I will go ask.”

He closed the notebook, stood up, and gave a slight bow.

“Then I will take my leave first. In a while, I will arrange for soone to send Your Highness back to the palace. Before that, please rest well, Your Highness.”

“Many thanks, I—”

Albert wanted to get up to see him out, but Marquis Angus pressed him down with one hand:

“Your Highness, rest and recover.”

After the farewell, Marquis Angus did not linger, and walked out of the room.

Outside the door, there were many nobles waiting, hoping to see Albert. However, he temporarily blocked them all with the reason that the First Prince needed to recuperate, and closed the door along with it.

All clamor was cut off. Everything completely returned to silence.

And Albert, who had just been wearing a calm, gentle smile, had his expression suddenly turn gloomy. Under the illumination of the magic stone’s radiance, the side of his face was outlined into deep, sharp contours.

“This old thing.”

He stared at the doorway and muttered in a low voice:

“Already starting to suspect so quickly?”

......

......

After dealing with the crowd of nobles, Angus went alone to a remote courtyard.

The corpse of Prince Andrew, who had died, was temporarily placed here. Without that His Majesty’s order, no one dared to recklessly touch and examine his body, so it could only be sealed for now with magic.

However, this Second Prince, who while alive had held overwhelming power, after death did not even have a single noble co to view his remains. Clearly separated only by a wall, this courtyard and Albert’s side were worlds apart.

“So realistic.”

Angus sighed and looked toward the shadows at the side:

“What, everyone else avoids this place like the plague, yet you, his forr enemy, can’t let go of his death?”

“No. I’m actually pretty happy he’s dead.”

From within the shadows, a figure in black formal wear walked out. His steps were a bit unsteady. The elegant tall formal hat he’d originally worn had no idea where it had fallen. The fitted formal wear was also full of bloodstains and tears. He looked rather miserable.

“It’s just... I want to know how he died. The Second Prince’s death was not in my plan.”

“But plans always can’t keep up with changes, isn’t that so?”

Angus looked at that face that had now removed all pretense—tired and pale—and hesitated for a mont before reaching out and gently patting his shoulder.

“You’ve gotten thinner.”

“Not thinner. More solid.”

Muen smiled. “Grandfather wants to see my muscles now? These have been tested by the current Holy Maiden—she even praised them again and again...”

“Don’t force it, child.”

Angus’s eyes were full of pity. Then he suddenly said:

“Tonight wasn’t your fault. You already did very well. Your father would be proud of you.”

“......But in the end, I bustled around for an entire night, yet I still don’t even know the truth of what happened.”

Muen lowered his head. The smile he’d been forcing turned into bitterness that was hard to hide. Having co this far, how could he still not realize it? From beginning to end, he had been played by that so-called harmless First Prince.

He sacrificed so much, yet in the end he was still dancing in soone else’s palm. How could that feel good?

“Grandfather, I want to see Andrew’s corpse.”

“He’s already dead. What use is it for you to see him?”

“Whether it’s useful or not, I have to take a look.”

“......Fine.”

Angus sighed helplessly, lowered the brim of his hat, and walked outward from the courtyard.

“At a ti like this, by rights I shouldn’t let anyone co into contact with Prince Andrew’s body, but... I’m old. My eyes go dim sotis. I wouldn’t notice when soone secretly ran in, would I.”

“......Thank you.”

Watching the old man leave, Muen thanked him softly.