“Ayame!” Lilith cried out in a panic-stricken voice as we entered the hall of Alistair’s mansion. Her restless gaze drifted from Alistair to me and she stuttered, “W… will someone tell me what is going on here?” She hurried towards me and grabbed me by my shoulders. “Please hurry up and tell me because if I don’t, my head will explode.”
A tinge of guilt gripped my heart as I took in her condition; baggy eyes, pale face, sunken cheeks. She looked like she hadn’t eaten or slept in days. Holding her hands, I led her to the couch. “First let us sit down, okay?”
“Hmm…” she grunted and let out a defeated sigh. Grasping my hand, she looked at me, her discerning gaze boring through mine, “Please tell me you didn’t try to kill Tristan… Fresco… he had called….” Her voice trailed off and her expr
