ile. Confess now, it''s only for your own good."

Hearing his voice, the prisoner raised his head, but seemed not to respond to Andre''s words.

His gaze gradually focused, repeatedly scrutinizing Andre''s face with confusion, before ultimately revealing an incredulous expression:

"De La Garnache!" the aristocrat murmured in astonishment.

Edith looked at Andre in bewilderment, but his face remained unchanged.

The prisoner suddenly burst into a sharp, piercing laughter, as if he had just encountered the most hilarious thing in the world. He laughed uncontrollably, as if possessed by a demon, almost out of breath. His morbid laughter filled Edith with a sense of dread.

"If the old La Garnache saw you dressed like this, I wonder what expression he would have on his face! Hahaha!" He taunted Andre before erupting into fits of guffaw once again.

Andre simply folded his arms and looked down at him with a mix of disgust and contempt. The prisoner''s laughter gradually subsided as he realised that Andre was not going to be provoked.

He looked up at Andre defiantly and suddenly bit down on something in his mouth. With an abrupt spasm of his body and face, his head drooped down, moving no more.

The gaoler who had come to check on the situation cursed, confirming that the aristocrat was now dead, then proceeded to get rid of his corpse.

It was only after the turmoil had ended and the two walked out of the prison side by side, did Edith tentatively ask, "The surname that man mentioned earlier...?"

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