"It's the butler."
"That is a nasty pun," she scolded before reaching around the skeleton. She had seen something glinting. "Silver," she picked up a serving knife that was harshly tarnished. She looked back down. There was a lot of silver surrounding the body.
"You'd almost think he was killed for hoarding all of this."
"Possibly," he thought back to the odd flashback from before. "But I have reason to believe this "murder most foul" was a "crime of passion."
"Big ideas. I assume you have proof."
"Well," he rubbed his neck as he stared down at the body with trepidation. "Vergil and I were shown a confession of sorts earlier. I guess those angel's created it." He concluded with remembering what she had informed him about the angels.
"Do tell," she raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms.
"Honestly it was a mess. The owner was just crazy. He first offered his demon servant life but then snapped and killed her instead. Not that the life he offered her was a life anyway." She looked over in concern. "He killed her lover and took her child. In her sadness he killed her anyway when she denied him."
"Wonderful," she scoffed sarcastically. "But we have no idea if this is even true." He nodded in agreement.
"It's never easy."
"Chin up. Everyone that wants to control the world has some sort of complex."
"Is that supposed to help."
"It is when you bust a cap in their ass." He let out a chuckle and shook his head.
"You are sadistic."
"No more than other women," she smirked before reexamining the body. There was a knife lodged into its side. "I guess you were right about it being a murder." She turned the body. "Hello," she slipped a book out. Dante looked over her shoulder.
"A book."
"A diary," she swayed the book between two fingers.
"It could be part of the diary."
"Maybe," she carelessly tossed the book to him.
"Hey," he clumsily caught the book. He glared at her before opening the book. She shook her head in amusement.
"Anything?"
"Just more and more questions. Just what the hell is going on. This is raises the question on who is Thomas Jr. is," he sighed. "It's a complete diary but it doesn't match in tone nor is it missing pages. In fact it is like he is definitely a killer."
"Sounds like a best seller."
"I'm not kidding." He opened a passage and skimmed its pages before turning green. "You don't want to know what he did to their dog." She looked startled slightly before relaxing.
"Beautiful."
"But if the butler did this than all our flashbacks have been a lie. The butler was killed while he was a baby."
"I told you nothing is what it seemed. I bet he even planted false entries all around."
"Damn it. We are back to where we started."
"What about the riddle about 13 o'clock?"
"I forgot about that," he sighed.
"Wouldn't it be 1 o'clock in the afternoon?"
"You knew," he accused.
"I thought it was obvious. It's just that I couldn't find a clock."
"Clock," he put his hand to his chin. "You started exploring before us?"
"I should hope so. We started from the ground and went up."
"You hit every room in the bottom floor."
"Mostly. Some rooms were locked. It appeared that only demons could enter it," she drifted her eyes over his body. "Something you would handle with ease." She eyed him like candy. Dante shook off her gaze. He hadn't even noticed any barriers aside from the one that kept him from skipping the stairs. The amount of demonic auras were too distracting. The doors all opened with ease for them.
"Did you check the ballroom?"
"Sadly it was locked," she scowled.
"I did. There was a hidden clock in the floor. Almost as if that part of the floor was replaced."
"You didn't think to mention it before?"
"I was just celebrating a victory at the time," he crossed his arms and looked away from her stare.
"Just take me there."
"What about the others."
"You do have a phone," she reminded.
"Right. Wait. What about my brother?"
"That one may pose as a problem. Perhaps Jeanne is with him. He looked like he needed some sort of aid."
"What do you mean," he eyed her suspiciously. She drew back.
"I only meant that he was poisoned."
"What," he was shocked. His brother hadn't been ill, had he? He was acting a little off and he did lag behind slightly. Was it when he took the blow for him? He had already failed in making it up to him. "He couldn't have been."
"My magic wasn't lying," she became stiff and her voice turned stern. "He was ill. He was even bleeding. I gave him Shuraba since it would give him some power at the moment. It is a demon blade after all."
"Why not give him the cure instead," he growled. She could almost see his aura.
"Don't you dare trigger on me," she scolded. "I didn't have any of the artifacts to craft a cure. I did what I could."
"Do you have the ingredients now," he scowled.
"I suppose," she didn't appreciate his tone. "If he is still alive that is."
"Make it now," he demanded.
"I don't think that is how you treat a lady."
"You are no lady."
"Am I interrupting," Vergil asked smugly from the door.
"Yes," Dante shouted. "Now make that," he stopped and turned to the door. "Vergy? You're alive?"
"No thanks to you," he scoffed before making his way into the room.
"So we weren't interrupting a lovers spat," Jeanne sighed. "Pitty. I wanted to play auntie."
"Pfft," Bayonetta scoffed and turned away from Dante. "As if."
"Good for you. You have some class," smirked Vergil.
"I'll ignore that," Dante playfully scowled before melting into a concerned look. "Are you okay?"
"As fine as I'll ever be without Yamato."
"Good," Dante smiled goofily at him. Vergil scoffed but offered up a regal smirk.
"It's a good thing you found him, Jeanne."
"Yeah he was on death's door," she smiled. She ignored his glare. "Couldn't even a handle a lady like me."
"To be fair," Bayonetta grinned. "Not many can." They both smirked.
"Be nice. They already have a gaggle of girls that they can't handle.