Make Your Own Decision, Your Excellency
As soon as the person fell, two young priests in their twenties or thirties rushed over to cast Illumination Spell to help. Unfortunately, it was all in vain.
Arun reacted very quickly.
Upon realizing the deceased might have been assassinated, he ordered others to stay away from the priest and body who were trying to rescue the fallen man, and immediately had the stairwells blocked off. He also instructed the waiters who were stranded on the second floor due to the blocked stairwells to immediately close all the windows on the second floor to prevent anyone from escaping in the chaos.
"Please remain quiet and stay where you are. The Bureau of Supervision will arrive in ten minutes."
Arun's deep, clear voice echoed throughout the building. As is characteristic of Path of Authority, his voice could be very loud.
Although his voice did not possess the power of Path of Authority capable of controlling others' minds, his composure and calmness suppressed the slight tension and confusion that arose within him.
After that, Arun picked up the phone on the counter and started dialing.
However, he didn't call the Bureau of Supervision directly, but instead called his father. Arun briefly described the incident at the White Shoes Club and asked him to file a report on his behalf. He also specifically pointed out that "Princess Isabel was also there today."
Iver and his companions hadn't had time to go to the second floor, so they stopped on the first floor before the stairs were blocked.
He stayed quietly by Arun's side.
But to Iver's surprise, he didn't have anything he wanted to specifically remind him of.
Having completely skipped the main storyline, Iver had no idea that this long-faced Half-Elf senior was so outstanding. When faced with the unexpected situation, Arun was momentarily stunned, but he quickly recovered.
Considering that Arun is a Half-Elf and is only 21 years old, he certainly has a talent for this.
Having such talent, yet being so weak... it can only mean that his mind is definitely not on extraordinary power.
However, Arun also has the confidence to be willful.
He wasn't the eldest son, but the third. Besides, as Half-Elf, his lifespan could easily reach 140 or 150 years. In Arun's natural lifespan of over 100 years, only a seventh or eighth of that had passed. He still had enough time to grow and regret—if he hadn't died.
The fact that the Minister of Justice made the call personally clearly carries significant weight.
Arun said it would be ten minutes... but actually only a little over five minutes passed before a the Great Collective of people pushed open the door and rushed in, causing a series of low gasps.
They wore black helmet-like hats and two-piece black leather armor, with a pistol and a short sword strapped to their waists. The first wave of people entering numbered over twenty, instantly making the first-floor lobby crowded.
They moved through the crowd, forming a human wall and surrounding the scene. After them came in two inspectors wearing White Gloves and black suits.
Immediately afterwards, the heavy thud of heavy boots hitting the ground came from outside the door.
An Old Knight, almost fully armed and clad in Silver White Plate Armor except for his helmet, walked in through the wide-open door.
He had short, messy hair that had turned gray with age, and sharp, dark blue eyes. His dark, bronze skin was marked with visible scars, but those scars faintly shimmered with a silvery light.
Somewhat surprisingly, the Old Knight was carrying a Pure White Two-Handed Sword that emitted a faint glow on his back.
It didn't look like a modern weapon at all, much less a weapon of mass destruction that could be used in a city.
After the Old Knight entered, his sharp, eagle-like eyes swept around and found Isabel.
"Greetings, Your Highness Isabel."
The Old Knight immediately knelt upon entering, his voice aged yet steady. "By the Silver Crowned Dragon, I will surely protect your safety."
Scattered among the inspectors and supervisors were some kneeling in salute. Etiquette itself possesses an air of mystery and power. This kneeling salute is a custom reserved for knights, representing submission to the authority of the royal family and a search for power, strength, and protection from a higher authority.
Only knightly families can perform this salute to royalty; others can at most bow. The person performing the salute can vaguely sense the mood, will, and health of the person being saluted from the power of the Path of Authority, and can also confirm whether the other party is a true direct descendant of royalty.
Isabel didn't recognize him at all, so she could only nod politely to the Old Knight and reply softly, "Thank you... Please rise, everyone."
The Old Knight then rose and went to Isabel's side. Only then did the inspectors begin their investigation of the deceased and start collecting the documents scattered on the ground.
At this moment, everyone in the club turned their attention to Isabel.
Although Isabel had been standing at the door for a long time and many people had noticed her, she wasn't the first one to arrive. Some people inside had been engrossed in conversations and hadn't noticed Isabel at the door.
Isabel has one-quarter elven blood. Although she looks young, she is over 1.6 meters tall. Even if a passerby sees the back of a blonde girl, unless they can see her face clearly, they would not immediately associate her with the kingdom's only remaining Princess.
After all, Isabel has to wear a school uniform at school, and there are too many blonde girls at the Royal Law University.
Isabel was wearing a similar blue and white uniform to the Hai Na wore when she first came to the Moriarty Manor —not the uniform of the Bureau of Supervision, but the uniform of the Royal Law University.
The girls' uniform consists of a white long-sleeved shirt with a dark blue vest skirt on the outside, while the boys' uniform jacket is a dark blue suit. The only slight difference between different departments is the color of the tie, and the common feature is the Royal Law University logo on the left chest.
Princess Isabel had never been to the White Shoes Club before.
On the very first day she arrived, someone died at the club.
Keep in mind that since the White Shoes Club was founded over forty years ago, there has never been a single death within its walls! Even if there have been occasional brawls, not a single person has ever been left disabled. Let alone such a blatant assassination! The two priests couldn't save him even with their immediate Illumination Spell; this is definitely a murder involving profound supernatural powers!
Was this a failed assassination attempt against the Princess? Or was it that her joining the White Shoes Club caused a misunderstanding? Or perhaps... it was just a coincidence? Since most people were not familiar with the deceased, the crowd began to discuss it in hushed tones.
"I am the head of the Bureau of Supervision of the Red Queen District."
The Old Knight, his face stern, said, "Your Highness may call me Gordon. Inspector Edward is on his way. The First Sky Knight Brigade has already surrounded the club building; no one will be able to escape."
—Even though only one person died, the Bureau of Supervision and the Chief Inspector immediately rushed over.
This level of efficiency is something that a normal emergency call would never achieve. It was only because Princess Isabel happened to be present.
In other words, Arun reacted quickly.
When he saw the dark gold, handleless blade, he immediately realized that this was beyond his control, so he directly instructed the Minister of Justice to personally notify the Bureau of Supervision of the Red Queen District.
If it were a dagger, that would be one thing. But this thin blade without a hilt is undoubtedly a different kind of weapon.
Although it is unknown how exactly it is used, the user must have undergone special training.
In other words, they are professional killers.
Their White Shoes Club doesn't allow entry without the "Crystal Dance Shoes" badge.
In other words, in the sphere where the only remaining Princess of Avalon was active, a political society with strict entry restrictions infiltrated a group of professional assassins.
If Arun doesn't handle this situation well, the entire club could be implicated. Everyone could face questioning and secret investigations by the Inspectorate... even his father could be affected.
It was precisely because of this situation that Arun called his father directly.
Anyway, that's the situation. You can decide what to do yourself.
The results were also remarkable.
Although it's unclear whether the assassin is still inside or has already escaped silently, and whether they'll be needed, there's certainly enough reinforcement—a steady stream of people is heading towards the White Shoes Club.
Iver even suspected that Director Kent of the White Queen District might have received a call and started sending people over. Perhaps Sherlock had also been notified... after all, he was Director Kent's designated right-hand man, with an external thought process.
"Chief!"
At that moment, an inspector, looking anxious, rushed over. "The deceased's identity has been confirmed! He is Lord Drost's chief private secretary, Sir Raff!"
Upon hearing this, Lily, who was standing quietly behind Iver, suddenly widened her eyes.