"There are many ways to do this," Bella said, "for example, the curse that the Segovian family is good at, is that they can kill opponents who are much stronger than themselves."

"But as you said yourself, Terrance is an expert in spells himself." Rector said, "And I don't know anything about spells! Madame Isabel should be able to testify to this."

"Of course, spells are just one of many." Bella continued, "Although Mr. Terrance is an expert in spells, he is not so highly accomplished in the study of poisons."

"Could it be that Terrance was poisoned? What kind of poison is that?"

"No, no, no, I just said that, Mr. Terrance, died of heart damage."

"What the hell do you mean?"

"Quite simply, Mr. Terrance was drugged, but not a deadly poison, but an anesthetic designed to limit his movement and use of his magical powers."

Terrance's eyelids twitched slightly, and this subtle change in expression did not escape Bella's eyes.

"Because he was drugged, Mr. Terrance couldn't resist, so you took the opportunity to shoot and pierced his heart with a sword." Bella said, "Because you're Lady Jennifer's cousin and usually have a good relationship with Terrance, he is defenseless against you, and you can easily get it."

"But, as you said before, Terrance died under his own wand."

"I'm talking about dying of heart damage, not dying of a wand. Because something like a wand is originally used for spellcasting, it is not a wise choice to use it as a blunt weapon. So it's easy to misunderstand how powerful the murderer is to be able to pierce a person's chest with a wand. But then we found out that it was actually a trick. It was only when we saw the wand in Mr. Terrance's wound that we naturally thought it was the murder weapon that killed him. But in reality, you're piercing his heart with a rapier, and then using your wand to cover up the wounds. Because the wand is thicker than your rapier, it can easily cover up the wound by holding it up a little wider."

"Maybe there's some truth to what you're saying, but if that's the case, then it's possible for anyone to do it, right?"

"Yes, with this method, anyone who is proficient in using the Rapier can do it. However, there are two conditions that not everyone meets."

"What are the two conditions?"

"The first condition is to be able to drug Mr. Terrance's tea. And the second condition is the key to our targeting of you."

"Oh?"

"Remember that day on the road, you almost hurt an innocent child?"

"Hmph, it's her own lack of eyes."

"Let's not judge your character for a moment. That day, Mr. Murray took your sword with his bare hands in order to save that child."

"That's right, although I'm still angry, I have to admire that kid's courage. After all, there aren't many people who dare to confront me head-on." Rechett said, glancing at Mr. Murray next to him.

Murray's left hand was still wrapped in gauze, the same injury he had sustained that day.

"Mr. Murray's left hand was cut by your rapille, and a lot of blood slipped away. Later, after Hiriyah's meticulous bandaging, it was no big deal. However, there is one thing that is strange. Mr. Murray, tell me about it?"

"I ......," Mr. Murray said, raising his left hand, moving it slightly, "and I've been feeling something strange since that day, and the wound barely feels anything. Maybe it's because of my military habits, I'm not that sensitive to pain. But this time it was a bit strange, because not only the wound, but also the entire palm, was a little numb."

"Not bad." Bella continued, "It's this anomaly. We asked Hiria and she didn't use any sedative or painkiller anesthetics, and the bandage was just right enough to be fine. However, Mr. Murray's palms felt almost paralyzed. Then there is only one explanation, and that is that there is a certain amount of anesthetic on the blade of your sword."

Hearing this, the knights around Rector began to stir.

"What? The chief knight actually put poison on his sword?"

"Really? It's against chivalry."

"I didn't expect the Knight Chief to be such a person."

……

Everyone whispered.

"You're talking nonsense, I definitely didn't poison my sword." Crett said emotionally, "Swear to the honor of our ancestors."

"Well, I can believe that. After all, with your swordsmanship, there's no need to do this." Bella said.

"Of course, I don't bother to do that!" Rechett said confidently.

"Then the question is, when did this narcotic drug get to your sword?"

Hearing this, Kret's eyes suddenly widened, as if he suddenly understood something.

"That's right, just as you assassinated Mr. Terrance, his blood got on your sword." Bella continued, "You can wash the blood off the blade, but you can't wash off the narcotics, because this is the curse that Mr. Terrence left before he died, in order to prove the clues of your crime."

Renekton panicked, his hand holding his saber trembling slightly.

I didn't expect that a dying person would be able to do such a thing.

"Not only that, but he also used his last breath to hide the ring you were looking for." As she spoke, Bella pulled out a golden ring engraved with the family crest of the Segovia family, the seal that was stamped on the seal of the fire paint when important documents were issued.

With it, it was possible to issue decrees and mobilize troops in the name of the Segovian family.

Bella walked up to Lady Isabel and handed her the ring.

"Where did you find it?" Rector asked, "I searched his room and found nothing."

"Well, there's a little bit of luck. Maybe you're out of luck." Bella smiled and said, "When we examined Mr. Terrance's body, we found that his palms and sleeves were covered in a layer of dust. It is said that Mr. Terrance himself is very fond of cleanliness, even to the point of cleanliness, and his room is cleaned frequently, and even the floor is spotless. So I wondered, where did this dust come from? So, upon closer inspection, I found that there was a place in his room where there was the most likely place for dust to appear and not to be cleaned."

"Where?"

"That's the chimney of the fireplace." Bella replied, "Because it's not winter yet, there's no need for a fire, it's idle, and the servants don't clean it every day. Mr. Terrance usually doesn't go over when he's fine, so the inner wall of the chimney is covered with dust. And he hid the ring in the chimney."

"This cunning fellow." Rector drew his saber from his waist, "Well, I'll admit it, I did kill Terrance, so now—"

"Don't be so anxious." Bella said lightly, "I'm not done yet."