In the grand living hall of the mansion,
"I-I am telling you, I really don't know!" Velc cried, huddled in the corner. His trembling eyes darted toward Xara, who sat elegantly on the chair, Her gaze bore into him with a cold, indifferent expression, void of any mercy.
"Give me one good reason why I should believe you," Xara's voice was calm, yet it carried a sharp edge.
Velc flinched violently, his breathing ragged as panic tightened its grip on him. His lips trembled, but before he could form another excuse, Xara's sharp gaze shifted toward another quivering figure beside him.
Alfred, who had been reduced to the same pitiful state as Velc, clung to him as if that alone would provide some form of protection. His voice cracked as he stammered, "P-Please believe me, Mistress... I-I swear I don't know anything either!"