In the silence Edward stared at Elise. How could a delicate thing be so strong and beautiful? It was weird. There was something about the girl he couldn't put his finger on. She seemed like any other woman who was naive but there came time such as now where he knew she wasn't as silence and docile as other would think.

There was also a mysterious air Elise had that only enchanted her beauty. As Edward kept watching Elise's feature he missed before. With time passing she grew gorgeous which was odd. Had she always been this pretty? She was a beautiful human compared to every human girl Edward had possibly bedded on.

"You do not know about that you know," Edward said and Elise shifted her eyes at the man who spoke, she questioned his words with her expression. "Not everything last forever. Feelings and emotions too. You will never know when your love will fade."

"There is things that last forever. As long as I hold this feeling and never change, it will become lasting. Emotions are created from the depth of a heart to change is on one's will to stay is also by one's determination," Elise noticed how when she pushed her hair away Ian wasn't looking at her. Was that her own imagination? 

Elise turned her eyes at Edward, "If I love him and preserve to love him. I don't think it will fade. We should go now," said Elise who made a turn, leaving to walk toward Ian's side while the sweet smile Edward had on his face as he spoke with Elise fell along the time she turned her eyes from him.

Elise walked to stand by Master Ian's side, somewhere there was a smile on her lips because she had thought she did the right thing by directly questioning Edward and his intention. Elise didn't planned to tell Edward the truth but she didn't see why she should lie either. Being truthful was better. 

Elise saw how there was a different man who came from the other side of the garden to stop and bow before Ian and Lipton. She heard Mr. Lipton say with a pinch of proudness, "This is the manor's housekeeper who oversee most work in the manor."

The man bowed, "My name is Charades, milord. It is a pleasure to make acquaintance."

Ian stared down at the man and his red eyes gouge the man's expression before came the smile on his lips, "Are you the second man who found the man?" asked Ian and the man nodded.

Edward who had come later after Elise but kept quiet spoke from the side, "Lord Ian, in case you need the details of interrogations, I could fill you the details."

Elise saw Ian reached out his finger placing it over his lips, "No, I would not need that. I found the killer already," Elise looked surprised at how short Ian had found the killer. "This isn't your first time meeting John are you, Charades?"

Charades looked alarmed and it was not missed by Ian how the man was shocked. Of course he would be. Since Ian had entered the garden he noticed how the people in the garden saw him in surprise and confusion. Some were fear to be pointed as the killer when they do not know the killer but the gardener had a surprised look for a different reason.

It was the moment Ian entered the garden he knew the housekeeper was acquainted with John as he was the man who had offered John to spy on his castle. He was curious to know who was trying to dig his actions because there had never been people daring to do this. And if they do, Ian would have push them from behind, letting them to fall on the hole the dug.

Charades opened his mouth only to close, "He came once to the manor before, milord. I happen to see him before." He gulped, sweats forming and Elise shifted her eyes just a glance when in one quick movement he caught the man's neck.

Lipton quickly jumped backwards, the man in fear want to run away but now not to do that when Ian was in a bad mood. It only need one mistake to wager his neck.

"Tch, why would John come this manor? He isn't acquainted with Lipton nor the servants in the manor except for one who is the gardener. But would there be a killer be so damnable stupid that they would bury the body in the garden where they work at? There are many forests here he could have chosen one but why the garden?"

Charades didn't know what was going on he tried to struggle from Ian's grip but it was futile as to crush Charades' neck without effort was a child's play to Ian. Ian continued, "Because the killer knows the gardener of this manor is acquainted with the victim."

"Please release him, milord. Violence is out of the rule in the Church. It will have you to be under penalty for breaking the rule." Edward interfered. He didn't care about the human's life but it was his work to care the human's safety.

"As far as I'm aware I haven't signed myself to work in the Church why would I follow their rules? Elise, what did Nilon said about John visiting the manor before?"

Elise who was singled out felt eyes on her and she replied, "That Mr. John had never came to the manor."

"So he was the killer!" said Lipton with wide eyes. Ian spare a glance at Lipton who was stupid enough to believe his words where he had twist the truth only for his favor. It was almost laughable to see how people was quick to jump into beliefs.

"M-Milord! I really didn't kill him-" the man tried to beg as he felt the air from his lungs reducing. He didn't kill John! He knew the man but that was only to give him mission to spy on the Lord but he didn't plan to kill the man until he receive information about the White Mansion.

Ian knew plenty well how Charades was just someone who was hired to hire John. The master mind wasn't him but he should bring a closer clue than late John who he killed last night. He had pushed the blame to the housekeeper because partly he deserve the accusation for helping to hire John. "I have plenty of ways to make you confess Charades; I can tell you did not kill John for simple term of money as if compared to John you are better well off. Who do you work for?"

Lipton was alarmed, thinking stupidly that the Lord was speaking of him. "Milord, please s-spare me your moment. I do not know a-anything about this."

"Silence, I am talking you see." Ian's eyes glared down on the man whose voice turned smaller like a mice. He then turn toward Charades and a smile appeared on his lips that held a cold going, "Should I count to three? But let me tell you a little that I am not a man of patience. Who knows if before three you will get your throat crushed."

A/N: Sorry for being late, I fell asleep while writing^^*