Lucius's words came out in a calm tone, but the effect was the total opposite.
The expression on all their faces could be interpreted in one word:
Shock.
"H-How do you know he is dead?" Duke Lancelot asked.
Lucius lowered his head to look at the ground, which he had just examined. "It's obvious when you study the magic used during the fight that happened here..."
"A fight???" Duke Lancelot interrupted. "There was no such conduct... This I can assure you... If there was, I would have sensed it."
Lucius got up from the fountain, dusting his clothes. "There was a fight here, Duke... If my guess is correct, then it took place during or after the ball."
"How can you tell if there was a fight?" Duke Silias asked, rubbing his beard.
"It's really hard to explain..."
"Please... indulge me." Duke Lancelot focused all his attention.
