672 Wooden planks- Part 3

Helena stepped away from the patchy wooden floors, and she explained, "The blood deprehendant is something that identifies if the testing component is blood or not. Did you think the High House is just a namesake organization, Mr. Maki?" she turned to look at the man.

"There is no need for such a thing when we clearly know it is blood. You waste your time on unnecessary things, milady," the magistrate rolled his eyes. This is why women were not fit to handle the cases, thought the man.

"There is no waste of time if you are trying to give a clear cut justice to someone who is being framed in a hurry. An innocent's life is lost, while the cunning one's continue to live," Helena words were firm, "How would you feel if I said you were the one who was behind Madame Fraunces' murder and you are only trying to cover it up."

"What bullshit is that?!" magistrate Maki was appalled by the accusation.

Helena scoffed, "When the problem falls on us, we all turn alert and worry, don't we," she then waved her hand. "If it is truly blood as you say, the colour will turn black. But if it is anything else apart from blood, the colour will change to blue."

The magistrate turned his head around to see some of the men who were outside, digging the ground to find if the body was placed there while some were present in this room. He watched Dimitri step forward with the glass bottle before pouring half of the liquid all around the darkened wooden area.

The colour turned blue, and Helena's eyes narrowed. "Seems like I was right, Mr. Maki. Do you see the colour? For some strange reason it still continued to hold a reddish colour with it and we all know the color of the blood turns black after a day, almost black."

"This cannot be true," the magistrate had received the information from the men the Queen had sent. There was no way there could be any errors in it. And even if there wasn't a body, everyone knew what the Queen and the King said was the final word.

"We can spill some blood and see if it will clear your doubts on it," said the woman, and the magistrate looked at her as if she had lost it. "It seems like he was framed. Thank you for not assisting Magistrate Maki. You can leave us now."

Once the magistrate left the house, Helena sent her other people back to the High House, and on time, another High House member appeared at the house.

"Where were you? You have been missing from the building for two hours," said Helena to Michael, who made his way to where she was.

Dimitri, on the other hand, watched Helena as well as Michael converse with each other. It was only a few days ago since Helena had been acquainted with the man, who had come to join the higher High House. Did Helena miss him, which was why she was staring at him now? Asked Dimitri to himself. Michael was always around her, and it seemed like Helena, who didn't often trust people seemed to trust Michael.

Were they perhaps doing it? Helena was a strong figure not just in the High House, but she was turning to be someone who was turning out to be an important person in the lands. In the last few weeks, he had heard some of the subordinates mentioning Michael and Helena to be together, but he wasn't sure how far it was true.

Helena then said, "We ran a test on the floor and apparently it isn't blood. It looks like the Queen is trying to frame the poor young man for some reason."

Dimitri added the information he found, "It must be because he is Calhoun's bodyguard. The Queen isn't fond of her grandson as he is an illegitimate son of the King."

The vampiress nodded her head, "I am aware of it. How is the scheduling meeting with the King been going so far?"

"Not good, milady. They oppose the existence of the High House," replied Dimitri.

While Helena spoke to Dimitri, Michael stared at the wooden floor that had been discoloured. Though there was no blood, he could sense the recent death that had taken place in this house.

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Death did take place, but these patches weren't of blood. It seemed like someone had smartly replaced the wooden planks from here before replacing them with the same size and type of wood plank before spilling something that looked similar to blood.

With the way things looked, it seemed like the Queen was desperately trying to frame Calhoun's guard.

"Michael?" called Helena, and his gaze moved back to look at the vampiress. "Do you want to take a look around the house?

"No. I already took a look before," Michael answered her, "I believe you did a good job at it." He wondered if it was the Queen who had replaced the wooden planks, but then it didn't make sense why she would do it and try to frame the guard. It was someone else.

In the castle, Calhoun finished his lunch in his room while taking reports from Theodore on Morganna and the King. In thought, he played with one of his fangs with his tongue, feeling its sharpness. It was time for revenge to be served, and he would himself serve it to Morganna.