Tangled By Fate

471 WHO COULD BE THE CULPRIT?

That very day, Zinnia and Veronica were having a spar. They moved back and forth as their swords classed.

When they were done, Zinnia gave her some instructions to change some moves and then drank a mouthful of water.

Afterward, she wiped her mouth and asked, “Did you hear what happened in the trial?”

“I did,” Veronica replied. “The Queen is really cunning. She made our hard work go for nothing.”

Zinnia remarked, “It’s not that we weren’t expecting her not to befriend the witches.”

“True but for her to kill all the nobles who tried to mention her…. even for her it’s a vicious move. How can such a person be the mother of a nation?”

Veronica questioned Queen Isabella’s principal.

Zinnia shrugged. “You know, people who are real villains, they don’t give a damn what’s right from wrong. They have their own goals and desires. They are busy fulfilling them. They will brush off your reasons.”

“No wonder Arthur wants to take her out of the Imperial Palace. Someone like her doesn’t deserve that kind of position.”

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Veronica clenched her fists. Anger rose deep inside her.

“Enough of the Queen,” Zinnia changed the subject. “What do you think of Trevor’s death? Do you really think he is the one who sold your information to the witches?”

Veronica replied, “I thought of it but how would he know when I’m going out of the tower? Even if it’s him, someone must have been helping him.”

“That person could be him,” Zinnia commented.

Veronica frowned. “Who?”

However, Zinnia didn’t answer. Instead, she threw two shurikens at the pillar.

Veronica noticed a moving shadow. She immediately ran after that.

She noticed a blue aura circling around the shadow. She squinted her eyes.

‘Is that person trying to use teleport magic on this floor? Must be a high-level wizard,’ she thought.

She threw her dagger at the shadow. Just when the shadow was going to disappear, it was jabbed by a sharp dagger.

The shadow couldn’t use the teleportation magic anymore and fell to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, Zinnia reached out and unmasked the person. She recognized that person right away.

She grinned devilishly. “Looks like you have nowhere to flee.”

Veronica also reached the area and was surprised to see the person.

“Dave Morton, you have some nerve spying on two ladies, don’t you?” she stated.

Dave Morton looked at them with his cunning eyes. He pulled out the dagger from his thigh and stood up.

His face was a bit pale from the pain. Even so, he smiled at them and then politely bowed.

“Mistress, Lady Zinnia, it’s wonderful to see you,” he greeted them.

“Guess what, it’s wonderful to see you as well. You made my work easier. I was thinking of looking for the spy for a long time. So, it was you.”

Speaking her mind, Zinnia grabbed him and took him to Ovior’s office. Veronica followed behind.

Ovior was working. He raised his head when he heard a commotion.

Zinnia declared, “Ovior, I’m certain that this guy is the one who passed all the information to Trevor.”

Ovior looked at Dave Morton through his glasses. “You did?”

Dave Morton smiled. “I think there are some sort of mistakes.”

Zinnia drew her blade and placed it against his throat. “You better be careful what you say.”

Veronica looked at him and said, “I think you are smart enough to understand what will happen if you lie, Dave.”

Dave Morton looked at her with a sly smile plastered on his face.

“Mistress, I’m smart enough to understand what will happen if I tell the truth.”

Veronica gave him a fake smile. “What if I tell you that I will let you go if you tell the truth? You know I’m saint enough to keep my word, don’t you?”

Dave Morton replied, “I’d love to tell you who I am and what is my intention but I don’t think you are prepared enough to hear them.”

“Don’t act like a smart ass. I don’t have patience,” Zinnia threatened him.

The edge of her sword rubbed against his neck, causing blood to spill from the wound.

“Zinnia, enough,” Ovior ordered. “Put away your sword. You don’t want to commit treason.”

Zinnia withdrew her sword. “What do you mean by treason?”

She looked at Dave Morton and asked, “Are you part of the Royal Family?”

“What Royal Family?” Veronica was confused. She stared at Dave Morton in puzzle.

“It is my regret that my disguise won’t work anymore.” Dave Morton stood up and courteously bowed to the ladies. “Prince Louis, at your service.”

“Prince Louis? You mean THE Prince?” Veronica was astonished.

It was hard to believe that he was the Crown Prince. She never expected it.

She had seen the Crown Prince only once in the Queen Isabella’s birthday banquet but Dave Morton looked nothing like that dazzling Crown Prince.

“You are King William’s second son, the Crown Prince!” she exclaimed in surprise.

“You are correct.” Dave Morton aka Prince Louis smiled at her. “The more I see you, the more amazed I am. Master Arthur has indeed picked up an intelligent woman.”

“That’s enough, Prince Louis,” Zinnia coldly cut him off. “You can be the Crow Prince but that doesn’t give us an excuse to eavesdrop on our conversation. State your reason.”

Prince Louis shrugged. “I don’t know what you are talking about…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Zinnia grabbed him by his neck and raised him off the ground.

“Look pal, I understand that you think you are the Crown Prince and so you will get away from anything but I will remind you how your stepbrother died in Arthur’s hand. I might accidentally break your neck and you have to kiss your life goodbye.”

Zinnia’s words were chilling and threatening.

Veronica gulped. She was worried that Zinnia might truly kill Prince Louis.

“Zinnia, calm down. You don’t want to commit treason,” she gently told her.

“Oh no, I’d love to commit treason.” Zinnia smirked devilishly. “Sweetheart, do you know I love torturing men before I end their lives?”

Prince Louis sensed his mouth was dry. He licked his lips and said, “Lady Zinnia, I can explain…”

“Now we are talking,” Zinnia said. “Let’s hear your reason. Just remember if I don’t like your explanation, I’ll separate your head from your neck.”