They fit all the criteria you mentioned and are the prime suspects for the assassination attempt.
Oh wow, great. Just great. Absolutely brilliant… brilliant.
Lugh couldn't help but curse his luck. The first people who showed signs of having common sense turned out to be the same group that had almost ended his life.
Selaphiel turned to him, her golden eyes narrowing with a sharpened edge.
As if issuing a warning, she spoke coldly.
"I don't care about their interests. If they truly turn out to be the culprits, then there will be hell to pay. No one touches what is mine and goes scot-free."
Her voice was calm, but her tone carried a promise soaked in steel. Her eyes held a ruthless glint.
Lugh couldn't help but etch her words into his memory:
No one touches what is mine.
She had marked him as her property. Like an object she now owned.
