NOVPUBAbigail scoffed and crossed her legs,
"Who are you really?"
She squinted at Lanci, asking.
"I’m Landry."
Lanci stated firmly.
Just like when Red Falcon Nikola from the Empire’s Special Operations Department asked him, he couldn’t possibly give a second answer.
"It’s boring if you keep lying."
Abigail looked ridiculous and tilted her head up.
"Why do you say that?"
Lanci asked, puzzled.
His gaze swept across the room.
The ticking of the wall clock resounded, each tick mocking him mercilessly.
Although he didn’t admit it, he had a hunch that Abigail might not be fishing for information; her decisive move against the stronger Talia suggested that she must have evidence.
"Landry is my junior brother, do you think I can’t recognize him?"
Abigail’s eyes grew colder, and she lost patience with the impostor’s lies,
"I’ve always felt that given Landry’s skill level, it’s unlikely he could achieve this extent, or to give him ten years, no, even a hundred years, he couldn’t have such a thorough understanding of fire and seals. Now I’m certain, after meeting his demise, someone stole his identity."
Her voice was filled with increasing hatred, her fingertips digging into her palms.
"Wait, Landry’s death has nothing to do with me."
Lanci quickly explained.
He now realized the gravity of the situation.
Putting aside why Abigail would be Landry’s senior sister, if all these incidents were interconnected, in Abigail’s view, he seemed to become the prime suspect in Landry’s murder!
The token from Barton’s side must have been obtained using Landry’s identity too, making Barton’s face meaningless now.
Perhaps due to his and Talia’s overly comedic performance earlier in the opera house, which made them look less like villains, Abigail gave him the last bit of face, refraining from taking immediate action.
"Then tell me, what has happened to my junior brother Landry?"
Abigail stood up, stepping onto the coffee table, glaring down at him.
"He... might not be able to come back."
Lanci choked up.
"Good, since you admit he’s met with misfortune and you’re aware of it, and you say you’re not the murderer, then tell me who the murderer is?"
Abigail no longer had the demeanor of an opera director, instead she turned into a fierce interrogator.
"It’s... that..."
Lanci was at a loss for words again.
He couldn’t possibly betray the Allied Forces.
If Abigail were to trace Miss Unity of the Allied Forces and hand her over to the Empire, then Lanci would truly become a so-called honored Empire Person.
"Hmph."
Abigail scoffed and moved her foot off the coffee table.
She was tired of wasting words with this ridiculous man.
Handing him over to the right people would naturally pry out the information.
Abigail took out a Magic Card surrounded by a pink glow, touched it lightly, and held it to her ear.
Lanci watched in surprise as Abigail handled the Communication Card in her hand.
It was identical to the one Landry held.
"Which number are you?"
Lanci asked as he sat on the sofa, looking at Abigail.
Abigail glanced at him but did not respond, instead she concentrated on the Communication Magic at her ear, waiting for the connection.
Seconds later, a noisy sound transmitted through the semi-transparent pink Communication Magic.
"Teacher, come to the opera house. I’ve caught a big fish. Your hunch was right, there’s something wrong with Landry."
Abigail spoke rapidly to the other end.
"But I’m investigating a very important matter, and it’s very costly in Mana to transmit."
A man’s voice came faintly through the Communication Magic Card.
"Just get here when I say so! Enough with the nonsense!!"
Abigail shouted into the Communication Magic.
"..."
The person on the other end dared not speak,
"Okay."
He said so.
Abigail then hung up the Communication.
