The baron's hands trembled as he gripped his blanket tightly. This wasn't acting anymore—he was utterly dumbfounded.
"Where is his body? Take me to it immediately!" he bellowed, already dreading the implications.
The body was not hard to find. John's lifeless form dangled from a rope in the middle of the hallway.
"The maid who came for morning cleaning found it first and fainted on the spot. Soon after, another servant stumbled upon her and the body before raising the alarm…" the butler explained. But his words fell on deaf ears as Baron Harald stared at the scene, his face red with rage, veins bulging as if ready to burst.
"Who dares…" he growled through clenched teeth.
If the culprit had simply killed John and hidden the body, he might have tolerated it. But to boldly display the corpse in the hallway? It was nothing short of a direct mockery of the baron himself.
"What's all this commotion about?" a calm voice interrupted.