Manna's lips quivered as her gaze darted between Marx and Princess Amaya. The hall had fallen into an eerie silence, the weight of the accusation pressed heavily in the air, thick with unspoken dread. Servants, guards, and palace staff stood frozen in anticipation, their eyes flicking between the accused and the accusers.
"I... I don't know how to prove my innocence, Sir Skylar," Manna stammered, her voice barely a whisper. "All I did was feed the pigeons like I do every morning. I have never seen any capsule, nor do I know anything about it!"
Marx stepped forward, his piercing blue eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her shrink. His voice was calm, deliberate. "Then why did you look at Liza just now?"
Manna's breath hitched. A flicker of panic crossed her face before she quickly averted her gaze, realizing her mistake.
Liza was Manna's best friend.