Magnus took a mental note of the names of everyone, and mentally traversed the interactions he had with all of them. He had yet to talk to two of them being the family's only biological son, Warwick, and Lane's now grieving husband Hadwin. It was then the game began to pick up the pace in drama as the Butler who was rather reserved tried to defend himself. Thomas grabbed Donald's shirt collar and began to shake him violently. "You bastard what did you do to my daughter, after all these years, I trusted you, how could you" he wept and gasped through ragged breath and Magnus had to hand it to these actors, they were damn good at their jobs. Donald threw Thomas's hands off him, trying to plead his case "Thomas, please believe me I didn't do it, I just found her here when the lights came on."

"Maybe you should take the child into the other room Valda," Magnus said with a quick nod to the maid, who looked awe-struck by the scene, was she truly surprised or just acting? Magnus couldn't tell either way but that wasn't of importance at the moment so he turned his attention back to the scene unfolding in front of him. The now widowed husband Hadwin began to yell at the Butler Donald even more fiercely. "How can you say that, the evidence is as clear as day, you have a bruise on your head, and your gloves are covered in her blood. How much more evidence do you think the cops will need to convict you of such a heinous act, you son of a bitch." Hadwin practically spat out with anger.

That's when Donald once again tried to explain himself but before he could Thomas reared back for a punch only for it to be caught in the palms of Magnus's hand instead. "Let's calm down now, we need to take all evidence into account. If it wasn't you Donald explain how you got that blood on your gloves and that bruise." Donald nodded with a shaky breath before speaking. "The blood on my gloves is from when I found her and checked her pulse hoping by some miracle that she was still alive. The bruise is from when the lights went out, I was searching for miss Lane as she wanted me to deliver some... Documents of great importance to her, I tripped over something fell, hit my head and when the lights came on... Its... It, when I saw first, saw her." Donald stuttered, and when he mentioned the documents there was a short hesitant pause as he glanced around the room trying not to meet the eyes of Hadwin.

"What a load of horse shi-" Hadwin began to spit out in protest before he was stopped by Magnus's overpowering voice as he wasn't one to let such interesting clues go and fall short. "What documents were you delivering to Lane if you're telling the truth it should be something verifiable shouldn't it?" Magnus said his large hand to his chin, stroking through his beard as he glared down at the Butler with an heir of authority so much so that the man began to come unnerved and nearly broke character. "I... I... It was a... I'd rather not say" Donald said nervously glancing in the direction of Hadwin. Instead once Thomas's grip had come laxer as Magnus questioned the Butler, and at that moment Donald chose that time to run, sprinting as fast he could down the hallway, but as he did he bumped into Magnus nearly tumbling over, but slipping something with a quick sleight of hand into the folds of Magnus's jacket. Only for Hadwin in turn to scream bloody murder. "You bastard get back here, you can't escape this after what you've done." Within seconds the man had taken after the Butler, only trailing behind him in speed before they were both out of eye and earshot. Opal had grabbed a blanket from a nearby room dropping it over Lane's body unable to bear the sight any longer but didn't seem to hold remorse for her, not nearly on the level that Lane's father Thomas did.

Slipping away into the nearby room alongside Victoria, Magnus unfolded the letter that was slipped in his pocket, two bloody fingerprints could be found on the note, most likely from when the Butler grabbed it again to place it in his pocket, a skill of which he thought was odd for the Butler to have. That was until he opened the letter only to find that the contest of what was hidden inside. Inside was a signed prenuptial agreement with only one signature on it, Lane's whereas the area for Hadwin's signature was empty and devoid of any name. According to the letter, if she was to die none of her assets would go to him, and instead would go to her younger siblings, primarily the second oldest, her brother.

This was one of Magnus's first true clues that he tucked right back into his breast pocket away from view, only telling Victoria's of its contents. From then on he began to search the rest of the house and body for clues, the body yielded no more results but it did further provide the fact that Lane did go down without a fight, and that she was stabbed from behind, indicating that even though she fought, whoever had stabbed her was able to either sneak up on her or knew her. Underneath her fingernails blood could be found, so it was clear that she at least scrapped or cut her assailant.

After heading back to the dining hall Magnus and Victoria would discover a few key things from the chatty rumor-loving maid, #1 Lane was next in line to take over the family business next year, #2 The maid had earlier found a note in Lane's dairy that she may or may have not read herself that her and conveniently had for fact-checking that, Lane wasn't fond of her mother, or rather her Step-Mother Opal, no was she highly favored by her younger sibling Warick, who seemed to have a temperament and a misogynistic outlook on the world, which was only further proven by conversations with him in which he maintained his innocence by saying he was in the dining hall with the rest of them went the lights went off, but Magnus could tell from his life experiences of seeing one horror to many that Lane's body had been cold and dead for a while now. #3 Most likely before the lights went off, and probably even before dinner. If anything the lights were simply a distraction to throw everyone into disarray and provide a general excuse, but it meant whoever turned them off had to have an inner working of the house. Magnus and Victoria thankfully were free of suspicion as they were always with someone, especially Ruby who was too young to keep a secret. #4 At the dinner table and through her tears Ruby had expressed how she wished everyone could've gotten along, especially her siblings. #5 Both Ruby and the Maid Valda maintain that the mother hated Ruby, and often talked about kicking her out of the house alongside Warwick, and often bought up the proposition that she shouldn't be allowed to keep their noble name of Fennimore when she married that Commoner Barnes. Feeling that it should've removed her from the runnings of the family heir. #6 They learned from the chef Happy in his odd unusual manner of speaking and country drawl that Lane was "tough as nails, scary when angry, and prideful as a mother hen with ah' golden egg." #7 Although Lane was good at business, Warwick didn't share that same talent, although he was "prideful as a stone atop of a golden hill, and good with sense'n mana." As happy put it, even going as far as to call the boy an expert tracker. Whereas Ruby the youngest of the children was only skilled in kindness and seemed to be the child with the biggest heart of all of them, of which the chef hoped would never be tainted by their "dastardly" siblings as he put it.

Upon searching the house they'd find a knife collection in the son's, room and one of the holsters seemed to be missing a knife which became clue #7. After much deliberation between Magnus and Victoria they felt they had finally begun to narrow down who the culprit was, some biased was certainly interlaced within their ideas but he figured for sure he knew who it was, only to have his suspicions come true, as the lights once again went out. While they were in the pool room. Magnus this time, however, was prepared and had brought a small candle with them. Quickly lightning it and illuminating their surroundings a knife would come swooshing past them. He ducked to the side and it narrowly missed his large body, embedding itself with a sloshing sound into the curtain and wall behind them, before the shadowy figure dashed out of the room, before he could give chase the door slammed locking them in, only for a grown to be heard from behind them as the lights came back on. What he thought was a wall, happened to be a man they both recognized, and instead of sticking out of him, it was sticking out of the person who was hiding behind them, someone they didn't even notice at first, who was hidden within the lace of the thick curtains that now began to pool with blood. Magnus quickly removed the curtain only to find the Butler Donald, with his eyes rolling into the back of his skull before he dramatically fell to the ground, he had just enough time to breathe out the words "sleeping- to-tog-ether, Valda and War-" before he stopped, and though it was fake Magnus could swear the man stopped breathing entirely. Though this was a game, Magnus had to admit the effects were a little too close for comfort.

Making his way back to the dining hall with news in tow, Magnus began to piece together what he knew with Victoria, it wasn't until they all sat down that Magnus had noticed Hadwin was missing, it was until then that they had found out from the father, that Hadwin had been found hung in Lane's bedroom with her silk sheets, choosing to off himself using her bed frame as an anchor, and that he had left a note which simply read "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you." Though the development was shocking it laid out who the culprit was, and as Warwick began to speak Magnus simply unable to hide his excitement and bubbling rage of the game as it bled over into his actual emotions made his way behind Warwick with quick precise movements before pinning him to table. "

"What is the meaning of this!" Thomas yelled at the sight of his son being held down, Opal didn't know what to do, and she held Ruby close to her like a precious jewel she was afraid to lose. Magnus would begin to speak but first, he figured it was easier to show everyone the evidence last after letting Warwick verbally run himself into a corner. He laid out all the evidence he and Victoria had found. So the question is "Who Dun It?" Magnus said with a smile, before speaking again.

"The answer is simple who had the most to benefit from this, no one in this house knew where everyone would be beside Warwick? The prodigal son, who coincidently according to his sister is really good at sensory magic. Warwick is the only one who knew where everyone would be and could track them. Skilled enough to use a knife well enough to throw it at someone, and was the only one who stayed under the radar. No to mention he's the only suspect whose not dead so I guess that little plan backfired on you, but I see it rumor got to you from Valda that your sister was getting a prenup and leaving the heir status and fortune to you all in the unlikely case of her death. You knew the Butler knew about the prenup and was one of the only few who knew thanks to Valda's information. You knew that getting rid of the Butler meant getting rid of loose ends, and it would be easier to frame her, so you orchestrated a fight, and when you thought he overheard you ran off, killed the lights using your magic, came back and using your knife-throwing skills, tossed the blade in your sisters back just like you did to the Butler. He was the only one who could've had any clues to what was truly going on, at least in your mind you must've thought so, and you were the only one whose whereabouts weren't 100% variable throughout the night. Even the maid you were sleeping with didn't know where you were." Magnus turned to Valda to see her surprised staring at Warwick in horror unable to say anything as her eyes conveyed everything Magnus was thinking to be true.

"Though what you weren't counting on was that Hadwin actually had the guts to stand up for himself, he refused to sign that prenup, probably taking it as some form of insult, from their earlier behavior it was clear to two were on edge about something, but I'm sure with you knowing just how persuasive your sister can be with her business-minded personality that she would've convinced him by now. Your downfall was that your solution of murder was a bit too much, and went too far. As a hunter, you should've learned some restraint. Do you have anything to add Milady?" Magnus said as he glanced over at Victoria, all the while twisting the boy's arm behind his back even harder, almost to the point of causing too much pain. The guy screamed out confessing to the crimes, and with that being said and done suddenly the lights flicked off again, and then once they were back on a Lane, the Butler Donald, and Hadwin were all standing around the dining room table delivering a serious of cheers to Magnus and Victoria.

"Congratulations you've figured out the murderer, please proceed outside for your prizes." A voice rang out, seemingly from all over. Magnus removed his grip from Warwick and with a bit of embarrassment apologized to the boy for getting too serious. The guy simply laughed it off while rubbing his shoulders and in the time that passed with them heading outside, Magnus made sure to leave his contact information with them, complimenting them on their amazing acting and production mentioning to them that he'd love to use them for something the Aurelius family had planned in the future in terms of theatrical production.

With the game over, and Victoria and him having a jolly time he made his way back outside to his noble steed, took its reigns, and helped Victoria atop it. It was now time to get a little rest, and then for Magnus, it was onto the next event.

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