Baron Esben was dead.
His passing was sudden, but the small noble from the countryside didn't catch anyone's interest in society and news was delivered via a small announcement at the corner of the newspaper. According to the report, his carriage was overturned on his way to the capital, due to the bad weather.
It was presented as the accident, yet Arianell couldn't help but be suspicious.
She was reminded of his name a while back during the ball, and now the person was deceased. Not that she felt anything since she only heard his name but couldn't remember whether she met him or not.
"Bennet, do you know anything about this?" She asked the butler who was serving her the cookies. Her guts were telling her that people in the mansion might be involved.
"Who is he?" The old man asked, pretending to never heard the name before.
Arianell bit her lips. Was she overthinking?