Ruby frowned. "But my vision…"
The words came out smaller than she'd intended. She hated the sound of it, the desperate need to be believed. She was the Saintess, for gods' sake. She shouldn't have stooped so low she begged to be believed!
Even though she never knew the real truth from the world before her regression herself, it was true that she truly believed that it was Damon who did it. Without a doubt.
She felt vindicated even more when even though she had prophesied the Emperor's death and made him raise the security to the maximum the empire could muster, that he still died.
If Damon was innocent, why had the security failed? Why had the Emperor fallen despite all their precautions? It didn't make sense.
Baron Merdier—"He couldn't be the one who did it. Are you saying that someone like him is capable of doing it?"
