"This is your handwriting…"
Louis's hands trembled as he held the letter, his eyes scanning its contents over and over again. The words were clear.
It showed a detailed information of when and where their carriage would pass through the clearing. They even marked the best place to launch their attack—and judging from this letter, they weren't actually bandits at all… but assassins.
"No…" Louis whispered, his breaths trembling as he glanced at his butler, who stood a few feet away with wide, nervous eyes. "This… this can't be right. You've taken care of me my whole life, Felix. Why would you… why would you do this?"
"I didn't!" Felix stepped forward as he showed both his palms in surrender, "I swear to you, Young Master! I had nothing to do with this!"
Louis's brow furrowed deeper as he looked back at the letter. The handwriting was unmistakable—it was Felix's.
