Miraille shook her head, "I don't know either. I didn't see her on the street."
"And what about Butler Valente?" Clark asked again. "Have you ever looked for him?"
``I'll be there soon!'' Mirella shook her head and said in a weak voice, ``I feel like Butler Valente has been acting strange since the Count's death.''
"Strange?" Clark asked. "Tell me about it."
Miraie thought about it for a while, but wasn't sure. "It's just...it seems like it's getting very difficult...he doesn't want to hear what other people have to say..."
Clark secretly nodded after hearing Miraille's words. This was similar to how he felt. After confirming Count Bluebeard's death, Valente's mood changed slightly. His attitude towards others during the day is similar, unlike the feeling when we met on the first night, as if ... the Count is no longer here, as if he were the owner of the house, condescending. My attitude became even stronger. House. In the castle, the controller is here.
Even Millet had sensed a change in the Count, and Clark was sure that his feelings were correct.
Suddenly, without warning, Clark asks, "Did you kill Earl Bluebeard?"
When Miraie heard this, she was shocked for a few seconds and blushed, then said, "No, it's not me! Mr. Clark, please believe me." As he said this, he seemed to have suffered unduly, and tears were welling up in the corners of his eyes.
Clark coughed a little, embarrassed. "Sorry, I just asked casually."
Shortly after, Clark confesses to Miller what he discovered that night, quickly distracting Miller.
Miraille's attention was quickly diverted. After hearing about Clark's discovery, he immediately looked at her with surprise and admiration and said, "As expected of you, Mr. Clark, we were able to discover so many details that day."
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