What the Fall of the Royal Court Made Possible (Part One)

Northern outskirts of Paris, Montmorency Forest.

In a forest clearing where the battle had already ended, two enormous craters, as though something had erased them away, stood out conspicuously. The surrounding area was scarred with scorched earth and slash marks, while the ground still bore the trampled footprints of some kind of "beast."

It was a complete mess.

Then, two figures suddenly appeared in midair above the clearing.

The brown-haired woman wore a lovely silk scarf around her neck, while the man accompanying her was handsome and mature.

"It looks like we were a step too late. They've already left."

Looking at the traces left by the battle, Donald—who, unlike the typical Frenchman, carried an air of strict self-discipline—furrowed his heavy brows and spoke in a low voice.

Without paying attention to the traces on the ground, Brianna first lowered her eyes toward a spot in the distant city, then spoke blandly.

"That isn't important. Strengthen intelligence surveillance on outside participants within Paris."

"Shouldn't we call some people back to investigate what happened here?"

Hearing Brianna's decision, Donald frowned slightly in confusion. Something like this had happened, yet she still had no intention of recalling most of the personnel they had previously sent out to search.

"Don't worry. You only need to carry out Lord Colossus's previous orders, and protect that young man who came to Paris these next few days."

Her silk scarf concealing her neck, a glimmer flashed through Brianna's eyes as she spoke slowly and calmly.

"I'll handle things here."

Paris, the 7th Arrondissement.

Home to the world-famous Eiffel Tower, its nighttime view stretched across the Champ de Mars, giving the 7th Arrondissement an incredible atmosphere.

Not only did it boast countless attractions, but it also housed national agencies such as the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Ministry