Camelot slowly looked at the painting.
The strange thing is that only he could talk to this object, the passing servants saw nothing but the viscount’s son talking to himself.
«He really hit his head hard in that greenhouse.
He’s already talking to himself.»
The second maid kept up a quiet conversation.
«God, what a horror…»
The guy wasn’t paying attention, he just asked the painting a question.
«So you’re warning me about danger too?»
The painting was silent.
After a few seconds, the woman turned her face back to the canvas.
It’s like I’ve never talked to him.
Camelot chuckled.
«Okay, whatever you want.»
He turned around and headed for the greenhouse.
He didn’t fully understand why he had chosen this place.
Perhaps he was drawn here because of the strange sensation he experienced in his memories.
This place greeted him with a moist warmth.
Camelot’s skin crawled at the sight of the glass walls, a light mist swirling behind them.
And the sunlight, breaking through the roof, scattered over the plants in golden spots.
Camelot was about to move on when he heard a voice.
«The young heir!»
He stopped.
A woman was standing by one of the stone pillars.
Tatiana, the head maid of the estate.
She was no longer young, but she carried herself so straight that she seemed taller than most of the servants.
Her dark dress sat on her without a single fold, her hair was pulled back into a strict bun, and her face had the expression of a man who had long been disappointed in others and was now just waiting for confirmation.
She looked at Camelot as if he had ruined her whole day.
«Did you want something?« he asked.
«I would like to ask you this question.»
Camelot raised an eyebrow.
«Me»
«You came here again.»
«And what’s wrong with that?»
Tatiana slowly looked him over.
«For someone who almost died here two days ago after another binge, you forgot about what happened too quickly.»
Camelot sighed.
It’s started.
«I don’t remember anything.»
«Of course.»
There was such a caustic tone in her voice that Camelot wanted to turn around and leave.
But he stayed.
«What exactly is it?»
«Why are you looking at me like that?»
Tatiana stopped talking for the first time.
Then she replied coldly:
«Because I have been serving this family for many years.»
She took a step closer.
«I’ve seen how this estate has changed.
I’ve seen real artists working here.
I saw how previous generations of Canhams created paintings that took people’s breath away.»
Her gaze became heavier.
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Camelot said nothing.
«You’re not interested in art as much as you should be,» she continued.
«You don’t practice magic.
You’re drinking.
Bring women to receptions.
You make scandals.»
«It’s a very fast biography.»
«It’s not a biography.»
Tatiana crossed her arms.
«That’s the reason why you shouldn’t become the heir.»
Camelot looked at her carefully.
That’s it.
«So it’s about the inheritance?»
«It’s about the future of this family.»
«And Adrian?»
At the mention of the young blond man’s name, Tatiana’s expression barely changed noticeably.
Quite a bit, but Camelot noticed it.
«Is Adrian different from you.»
«Because he’s better?»
«Because he’s worthy.»
The answer came too quickly.
Camelot’s eyes narrowed slightly.
«Worthy of what?»
«All of this.»
Tatiana pointed to the greenhouse.
«The Canham surnames.
This home.
The title.»
«And that’s why he has to prove to the Council that he’s worthy, not me?»
«Exactly.»
«Strange.»
«What exactly?»
«You sound as if the decision has already been made.»
A shadow of annoyance appeared on Tatiana’s face again.
«Don’t try to play with me, my lord.»
«I’m just asking questions.»
«Then ask them to your father.»
«Can you?»
«What?»
«Decide who deserves to be the heir.»
Tatiana pursed her lips.
«If it were up to me, Adrian would have gotten what he deserves long ago.»
Camelot trailed off.
He looked at her differently now.
Not like a senior maid.
But as a person who wanted one particular result too much.
Camelot was about to continue the conversation when he noticed that Tatiana was looking somewhere over his shoulder.
Camelot turned around but saw nothing.
He looked at Tatiana again.
«Do you come here often?»
«Of course.»
«Yesterday?»
«The day before yesterday?»
Tatiana slightly slowed down the answer.
«When exactly?»
«I don’t understand what you’re getting at.»
«I don’t understand either yet.»
Camelot smiled.
«That’s why I’m asking.»
Tatiana sighed with displeasure.
«The day before yesterday, I was here in the morning.»
«And in the evening?»
«I already told you.
I wasn’t here.»
Camelot nodded.
«Okay.»
«If that’s all…»
She was going to leave.
And that’s when Camelot felt a strange tingling sensation in his head.
A familiar grimoire appeared before his eyes.
[Skill activated.]
[Deduction.]
[Environmental analysis is running.]
Camelot froze and the world froze with it.
Nothing around me has changed.
But now he saw details he hadn’t noticed before.
Among them were traces of dirt on the floor.
Crushed leaves.
A small patch of grass where the plants were broken.
And there was something shiny between them.
Wait, what is this?
Camelot slowly sat down.
«My Lord, are you all right?»
He didn’t answer.
With his fingers, he carefully parted the grass.
A broken glass lay under the leaves, along with a large shard.
Camelot picked him up.
There was still a faint smell of wine on the glass.
But something was wrong.
It’s too clean.
Most of the glass was wiped clean.
It was like someone was trying to get rid of the prints.
«What did you find there?» asked Tatiana.
Camelot did not respond.
He surveyed the surroundings.
If the glass was broken here…Why was it hidden in the grass?
And why in this particular place?
The skill continued to work.
[Object detected]
[Broken Glass.]
[Traces of liquid: Found.]
[ Traces of constructed matter: Detected.]
Camelot frowned.
He put the shard on the ground and continued searching.