"Strange..."
Allen muttered beside him, and Elliot turned his head.
"What is it? Did you notice something?"
Allen was clearly hesitant, but after a moment, he spoke:
"Sir, I... haven't seen anyone from the Night Watch Bureau!"
The Night Watch Bureau?
That was normal, wasn't it? They had charged straight in here. The Night Watch Bureau only dealt with Secret Societies involved in the Supernatural, and had far fewer personnel than the detectives. They weren't on every street.
But seeing Allen look as though he had more to say, Elliot suddenly thought of something, and his eyes widened!
[The Thinker]!
The Night Watch Bureau had [The Thinker]'s original body. They should have learned of something as significant as the Expedition Army's return immediately!
Moreover, the Night Watch Bureau answered directly to the Royal Family. They ought to be its most loyal supporters!
Sidney and Michel had brought troops back to the Imperial Capital and charged straight toward the Imperial Palace. Even an idiot should have known what was happening, so why hadn't they appeared yet?
This was when they were needed most. They shouldn't have stood by, no matter what!
Regardless of their numbers, they should have arrived immediately. This was a crucial matter of choosing sides. Could they really not know that?
Elliot immediately grew wary. He turned to Allen. "Allen, keep an eye on me!"
A sharp gleam flashed in Allen's eyes, and he nodded.
Elliot seemed to become distracted, sitting blankly on his horse.
Allen immediately moved forward, taking the reins in one hand to control the horse while keeping a constant eye on Elliot's condition.
Earlier, when Elliot had suddenly lost consciousness and Allen had carried him away, only to discover that he was Elsa's corpse, Allen had vaguely realized something.
Elliot must have had something