Inside the Black Castle, in the interrogation room.
Atbolde Rudolph remained silent, his face furrowed like tree bark, heavy with solemnity.
Next to him, Lillian Rudolph looked at the grinning Rice across from her, her brows almost knitting together, and said coldly with anger in her voice, "These so-called 'evidence' you have are all forged!"
"Oh—" Rice chuckled, glancing at the two of them, and countered, "So, the two of you still refuse to admit it?"
Lillian kept her face stern and didn't respond, just watched Rice with a cold gaze.
She knew that saying more would do no good.
"Is this how the Black Castle's inspectors gather evidence?" Atbolde asked in a deep voice.
"Do you doubt the authenticity of the evidence?" Rice asked with a smile.
Seeing Lillian and Atbolde maintain their silence, he slowly stood up.
"Unfortunately, the evidence is irrefutable. We found these items through searches in several dwellings, and all the inspectors present can testify to that—right?"
