“Ember?” the King prompts again.
I have no idea why he’s putting so much faith in me. I didn’t expect the other guard’s word to matter that much to him, but he asked me for my opinion before the actual Scribe who was assigned the job.
It doesn’t feel like I’m a suspect scrambling for survival anymore. The King has given me the entry point to be a part of the procedure.
I keep my face neutral as I face him. “Now that we have recent documents and can accurately compare them to the evidence and the difference in the ink is obvious. On closer examination of the penmanship, there are also noticeable differences. To further disprove the evidence, it’s a good idea to also pull logs from various offices to track where Prince Kaine was over the past couple of months, just to be safe of course
