Sebastian had just finished speaking. Yet no one in the room responded immediately. For a moment, I thought I had misheard him.
What was that again? An investigation into Aurion? Those two words shouldn’t belong in the same sentence. It didn’t make sense. It felt fabricated—forced.
Because Aurion was already dead. I was one of the people who buried him. I had even cried until there were no tears left. So what was there left to investigate?
“What do you mean?” I asked quietly.
Sebastian opened another tablet. “A request was submitted three days ago by House Ashbourne.”
I immediately knew who was behind it. Not Vaeldric—Magnus Ashbourne. No wonder Vaeldric had warned me yesterday.
“I was just thinking,” Lucien broke the silence, idly swirling his teacup. “Magnus made a very calculated
