Testifying against the brother of a duke was a huge deal.
And the person in question was a Levaith no less. The condition put forward by Remzi was as good as asking for death.
One wrong move—and her life would become hell.
Though that was only if she had any way to prove those rumours.
"I was present in the general hall, so I can't really say anything about those rumours."
Sasha looked into Remzi's eyes as she spoke those words carefully.
"I know that."
"Huh?"
Sasha was surprised, as Remzi's reply was unusual. If he had known about it, then what was the need to—
"I am asking if you can testify against the rumours."
Sasha shivered slightly, as for the first time in their conversation, Remzi had locked his entire attention on her.
"That—"
"You just have to say that you had indeed noticed Arnold in the hall, but before you could ask him for help, he mysteriously disappeared."
"Sir?"
