*Gravestone*
Well, this was a fine bloody mess, wasn’t it?
Price, one of our lead suspects in the White Eye Cult, was dead. Murdered in a game of politics between three rival nations, with what little evidence there was pointing to all three depending on interpretation. And if Bel and I didn’t find the real story and fast, those wild interpretations were liable to explode into all-out war.
I looked down at Bel, to find that--against all odds--she was completely calm. But not calm in the way someone who HADN’T seen a man die in front of her for the first time was calm--not calm in the way she was yesterday. No, this was a dangerous calm. Calm like an iceberg. Only question was, who was the ship about to collide with it?
Bel stood up, gazing down at the body as she bit down on her thumb. Whatever was going on inside that head, hopefully it would get us out of this.
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*Princess Belasarius*