"...All right, I understand."
The middle-aged man with brilliantly golden hair raised an eyebrow, but still replied calmly, "I'll be right there."
His features were deep and rugged, like those of a stone statue, and he had a pair of jewel-like emerald-green eyes. Perhaps because of his elven heritage, he stood over six feet three, yet showed no sign of frailty. His back was straight as a pine, his shoulders broad and solid. Sitting there without moving, he was like a mountain, giving off an intense sense of security.
Of course, if their positions were reversed... it might also have been oppressive.
"What is it, George?"
His black-haired, black-eyed wife, Nadia, was wiping the medals belonging to the two of them nearby. Watching her husband set down the receiver, she asked casually, "Does our Grand Guardian have official business again?"
"There's a lead on the Moriarty incident."
George Barton replied, "Do you remember Bran Boca?"
"The one from the White Queen District? Or the one from Lloyd District? Sorry, darling, there are too many people named Bran. I might be thinking of the wrong person," Nadia said.
"You're not mistaken. They're the same person. The judge from the White Queen District, the vice president of Lloyd's..."
The Grand Guardian narrowed his eyes and rose to put on his coat. "He just turned himself in to me. He said the people who attacked Moriarty before were sent by Lloyd's, and now Lloyd's wants to silence him."
His coat was a pure-white, double-breasted, high-collared trench coat. On its back was Avalon's emblem—a silver-white triangle with an emerald-green jewel in the center. After he put on the coat, the silver triangle began to glow.
He slid two slender elven curved blades into the left and right sides of his coat, then flipped the