"...Ah?"
A single beat of silence separated the two of them. What leaked from Rigel's mouth was a vague sound that could be taken as either confusion or irritation.
"…What are you talking about?"
Rigel tried to put on a cool face, but agitation clearly seeped into his voice. Char's eyes would not be fooled.
"Please don't play dumb! You're actually Rave von Gousel, son of the marquis house… aren't you? You set something up and played both roles by yourself, didn't you?"
The accusation had no mercy. Her eyes pierced the truth without a sliver of doubt.
"..."
Rigel fell silent. That did not mean defeat, but it was at least a time when something inside him definitely crumbled. Then a faint snort tore the air.
"Well, you're about half right."
The smile piled lewdness on top of his usual flippancy. The grin on his lips was vulgar, yet calculation peeked from behind it.
"Then it really is…"
