The three of us headed to the kitchen. Since the victim had been a kitchen maid, the scene of the incident was naturally the kitchen. It was already packed with people.

Why do they always crowd around like it's some kind of spectacle? I tilted my head and slowly walked into the throng.

As I appeared, the gathered people parted to make way. A scene straight out of the parting of the Red Sea. For a moment, it felt like I was witnessing a divine miracle as I stepped into the scene.

It was true then—she really had collapsed while vomiting blood. A dark reddish stain clung thickly to the marble floor.

I looked at it without much emotion.

It wasn’t that I didn’t mourn the dead. I’d just spent so many years caring for dying people that I no longer felt fear or horror when faced with death.

“They’ve already removed the body?”