"They all died this morning! How did they die?" Agnes turned her head instantly and stared at Ms. Jones and asked.
"Henry Schelling killed himself." Ms. Jones sighed and continued to explain: "He killed his wife and daughter before running to surrender."
"He was covered in blood at the time, but he seemed calm." Ms. Jones couldn't help but shake her head when she thought of the scene.
"Who would have thought that he would..." Ms. Jones did not continue, but sighed.
"So this is why you said he was crazy." Agnes looked at the empty compartment opposite and whispered.
"Why would he do this?" Agnes asked.
"He said it was because after reading the news in the newspaper about the death of the countess and the serious injuries of the earl and the earl's eldest son, he knew that he and his family could not escape the pursuit and revenge of the church and the royal family, so it was better to free them first," Ms. Jones said. .
"The first two times I saw him, he was not like this." Agnes' eyes were a little distracted and she didn't know where she was looking.
Ms. Jones sighed deeply, stared at Agnes and said: "The church will naturally have experts to verify his questions. I am here just for a routine interrogation."
"I think we need to talk about your problem now," Ms. Jones said.
"I'm concerned about your mental state," Ms. Jones said, looking deeply into Agnes's eyes.
Agnes subconsciously avoided Ms. Jones's eyes, moved her gaze to her feet, and said nothing.
Ms. Jones sighed.
"Forget it, you are at least better now than you were last year." Ms. Jones looked at Agnes and sighed again.
"When I saw you in the church lounge last year, your calm reaction even made me subconsciously doubt whether you were Mariana's daughter."
"What about now?" Agnes raised her head and asked in a somewhat erratic voice.
"I can see that you feel very uncomfortable inside." Ms. Jones shook her head helplessly.
"Last year, I was worried that you were too calm and hoped that you could be more emotional; but now I am worried that you are too emotional, and I think there is nothing wrong with you being more rational." Ms. Jones stood up and moved Angani Si hugged her in her arms.
"You always call me 'Ms. Jones' with great respect. In fact, I always prefer you to call me 'Aunt Jones' or 'Aunt Olivia'."
"Mariana and I were born together in a monastery. At that time, there were many children in the monastery. The two of us have had a good relationship since we were young. Mariana is the most well-behaved and gentle one, while I am more noisy and sometimes get along with Others started fighting. Every time she was caught by Mr. Rossi, oh, Mr. Rossi was our dean at the time, Mariana would tell Mr. Rossi obediently that someone else had done it first. Who would have thought she looked so obedient? Mariana knows how to lie, even though sometimes it is actually me who caused the incident." Ms. Jones's voice sounded a little emotional.
"Actually, Mariana has always been much smarter than me, but she also pursues a stable life." Ms. Jones sighed and said.
"It's just that things in the extraordinary world are so unreasonable..."
Agnes didn't speak, she just listened silently without speaking.
Ms. Jones sighed again and said softly: "Call me 'Aunt Jones' or 'Aunt Olivia'. After you become a nun, I'm afraid it will be even harder for me to hear it from you."
Agnes nodded slightly, raised her head and stared into Ms. Jones's eyes for a long time before calling out softly:
"Aunt Olivia."
"Um."
Ms. Jones hugged Agnes tightly and buried Agnes's head in her arms, tears welling up in her eyes.
...
Agnes reached out and pushed open the door and looked at the man standing in the room.
"Father." Agnes looked at her father and said softly.
"Agnès." Father said hesitantly.
Without waiting for Agnes to respond, he asked eagerly: "I heard that you and Olivia went to interrogate the craftsman who surrendered?"
Agnes withdrew her gaze, nodded and said, "Yes."
"Do you want to pursue this assassination?" Father took a deep breath and asked.
"Yes." Agnes nodded.
"I don't allow it!" My father said a little excitedly, hitting the ground hard with his cane.
Agnes looked at her father calmly and asked, "Why?"
"I..." The father's words were stuck. He subconsciously avoided Agnes's eyes and opened his mouth but no words came out.
"It seems that father has some guesses about the leader of this assassination. No, maybe you even know who the leader is." Agnes stared into her father's eyes and said.
"I..." Father held the cane firmly with his left hand, but did not say anything.
"Father, can't you tell me?" Agnes asked again.
"Alas -" My father couldn't help but sigh, and his whole body seemed to be quite stooped.
"I do know." My father looked out the window at the pale autumn sunshine, his eyes looking a little complicated.
"But I really can't tell you."
"Why?" Agnes asked immediately.
"Because of the identity of the leader? Or because of the reasons behind this assassination?"
"I can't say." His father lowered his eyes and said softly.
"Then father, who are you going to tell?" Agnes walked up to her father, stared into his eyes, and asked.
"I can't say," said her father, avoiding Agnes's gaze, "at least not now."
"The church can investigate this assassination, but you can't."
"I am also a member of the Heart of Nature, and I will soon become a nun of the church." Agnes stared at her father and said.
The father looked at Agnes, and Agnes actually saw a little prayer in it.
"Okay," Agnes was silent for a long time before she said, "I promise you."
"The church has decided that after attending my mother's funeral this weekend, I will take a vow to officially become a nun on the next day that belongs to the Mother Goddess."
"Next Monday?" Father nodded, tightened his hold on the cane, and said, "I understand, I will participate in the ceremony."
Her father turned and left the room, and Agnes turned to look out the window.
The autumn afternoon sunlight looks a little pale and the sky looks very blue.
