บท 406: The Culprit of The Poisoning

Lyan stood over Garrick's body, his eyes narrowing as he processed everything he had seen and heard. The ballroom was filled with whispers and unease, the once vibrant atmosphere now overshadowed by the tension hanging in the air. He moved around the ballroom, his eyes carefully examining every detail—the spilled glass, the wine bottles lined up along the table, the posture in which Garrick had collapsed. He was in deep thought, trying to piece together every clue, no matter how small, to form the bigger picture.