I pushed the cell door open, stepping inside without a backward glance. "Do as you wish, sir."
I assumed he was another investigator, but my instincts told me something was off.
"…"
From the darkness, I heard a soft chuckle. "You wouldn't want to see me, would you?"
His words puzzled me. I believed we had never met, and I bore him no ill will. Why was there this sense of hostility?
I ignored him and continued my search for clues. My father had always taught me that in desperate situations, there are usually signs left behind.
The key to rising from despair was to have the means to do so.
Lost in thought, I assumed he had left, but to my surprise, he simply leaned against the door frame, lazily casting his gaze over me. "This is where your father was held, I take it? You must be the daughter of Sir Leigh."
I didn't respond.
"From your age, I can see that you're indeed his daughter. But you're wasting your time here. The one who caused his downfall is a powerful official in the current court. You simply don't have the strength to stand against him. However, with a duke at your side, your chances might improve."