Plymouth.
The streets were full of patrolling police officers, while the main thoroughfares and intersections had been sealed off by the Royal Guards for inspections. They vigilantly scrutinized every passerby.
Dark clouds blanketed the sky, and the atmosphere was grim to the freezing point.
Rumor had it that all of this was connected to the terrifying attack that had taken place during the Pope's speech.
Metana Jacques, daughter of Baron Jacques, returned to her family residence in the Queen District with her mother.
Her mother kept wiping away her tears with a handkerchief. Upon seeing the familiar house, she began to sob softly. "I'm sorry, Metana, I'm sorry..."
"It's all right, Mother. You were only controlled by an evil spell!"
Metana comforted her mother and pressed the doorbell.
After a delighted maid's scream, a disheveled middle-aged man immediately came running out.
His face was haggard. He was Baron Jacques. Seeing Metana and her mother, he made the sign of prayer. "Holy Spirit above, it's wonderful that you're all right. I... I regret it so much!"
"It's all right. Everything is over now."
Metana consoled him. "That hateful man is already dead. Everything will return to normal."
"How could it be so simple?" Baron Jacques gave a bitter smile, but his expression immediately changed.
Metana looked next door and saw two cold-tempered people in black trench coats approaching. They displayed their credentials. "We are from Military Intelligence. We would like to ask the three of you to return with us to assist in the investigation."
Anyone involved with the God of Suffering or the Blood Pact Law, whether commoner or noble, had to undergo scrutiny.
Military Intelligence—they were deliberately lying in wait for me. This is utterly outrageous!
Metana seethed inwardly, but her expression became calm. "Fine, but we need to