Capítulo 431: I'm not throwing a tantrum, I'm reviewing evidence

Isabelle chewed the inside of her cheek.

The issue was that, well.

No matter how much she walked around and looked at everyone she saw, she didn't actually know what a conspirator looked like.

If they had anything obvious that made them look guilty, no doubt Octavian would have tracked them down.

No.

If there was anything they could easily identify, she doubted the killer, or killers, would have stayed so elusive for so long.

But what then...what was there?

Some clue? Some hint?

She'd never done this type of work before, so she had no experience, just pure stubbornness to power through this.

Someone in the palace did it.

Someone did it, and so there had to be evidence somewhere that they did.

Even if that evidence was them accidentally saying something while inebriated.