The window was some distance from them. Mancini glanced at it, frowning only slightly, and his face sank visibly as a white shadow leaped through the cracked glass.

Scott's white leopard landed almost silently, letting out a low roar. The sound shook the air, not terrible, but with an indescribable force.

Moira heard Severn let out a sigh of relief, and her whole body slid down the wall—he probably thought Scott had finally arrived in time, but then he smashed through the whole pane of glass, and it was Philip Zeri who appeared in front of them.

"Stop!"

Immediately behind him was Fmillian's angry voice, "Even you can't break into Lockburg like that......!"

The voice stopped abruptly.

Fmilian stood in front of the shattered glass window, stunned by the blood-soaked hallways and corpses strewn across the floor.

The stained glass windows are inlaid with gorgeous patterns, and the sunlight shines brightly in the corridor, but at night, it is impossible to see what is happening on the other side of the courtyard from the courtyard.

Countless voices poured into the hallway from the open window, as if something was flowing again—shouts, the clatter of weapons, the neighing of horses, the exclamations of maids......

Moira didn't know if the magic that was silenced out belonged to Lockburg itself, or if it was because of Mansini's amazing powers, but the nightmare of the night seemed to have finally come to an end.

Fili strode over and stood straight between Moira and Mansini, while the white leopard just crouched in place, quietly watching everything. Mancini stared at it with a gloomy gaze, as if the graceful beast was a more feared opponent than the angry paladin in front of him.

More soldiers rushed into the hallway at Fmillian's orders. Moira was hugged by the crowd and stepped back, and June, who felt safe, cried again with a sound that made Moira feel a splitting headache.

But she could still hear Mancini sigh and raise her voice deliberately: "It's a shame that sincerity has been misunderstood, and one day you will understand...... Your Majesty, goodbye. ”

Then she heard Filly growl. She peered through the gap in the crowd, and the paladin's front was empty.

“...... Damn!"

Agnes cursed under her face, but the expression on her face was complicated.

Moira looked away in silence. She was tired, she didn't want to think about anything more, she just wanted to go back to her bed, sleep with her head covered until the sun was shining, and when she woke up, everything had already been taken care of for her......

Of course, that was just an extravagant hope - she didn't have the right to dream like that.

When she freshened up like a "Your Majesty" and sat upright on the throne, Moira was still in a trance.

She could have chosen another place...... A safer place, but she preferred to sit here, not because the cold throne gave her any strength, but because the unwashed blood outside the door kept her awake.

She listened to the noisy and blaming of the courtiers who had been summoned, each trying to make his voice louder than the others, as if that would prove himself right...... She was tired of it.

But she just listened quietly and did not stop.

"Don't open your mouth until you know exactly what to say. ”

Her father had taught her that...... But in fact, since being forced to take on the responsibilities of the country, she has rarely "known exactly what to say" - every time she speaks, it is a nervous attempt.

She listened quietly. At least for now, Fili Zeri is standing by her side...... She's safe.

The beginning of all the chaos - the guards of the North Tower were killed or wounded, most of them were killed by stabs from behind, and among the corpses on the ground, not a single outsider could be found...... That left all the guards alive, including Warden Lind Catron, under suspicion that would be difficult to get rid of.

The grumpy Catlon yells at the neck, but doesn't resist when Moira waves him into the North Tower.

"You were punished for your negligence. "As for the rest, as for the rest, as I once said to another person here...... No accrual will fall on your head. ”

Grim's body, who had killed Wayne White, was found lying lying in the hallway on the second floor, and in the confusion, no one could tell who had killed him. Fmilian threw all the guards on the periphery of Lockburg into prison, and the forces of the Carlos family took over the defenses of Lockburg once and for all...... But this is not a long-term solution.

Moira didn't want anyone to feel like the country belonged to the Carlos family. Sooner or later, she had to put it in Frederick's hands, and he needed more support.

She handed over the interrogation to Bas Marshall, and the veteran Earl of Hereford may have been too conservative, but he was able to command the respect and trust of the majority, and his loyalty was unquestionable.

The first request made by the loyal Lord Count made her difficult.

"If you will allow it, Your Majesty. He said, "I think I have some questions that need to be answered by the Paladin. ”

He said it politely, but Moira understood it immediately.

“...... You doubt Fili?" she asked incredulously, "He saved me!"

"Yes. "Lord Paladins always appear in good time," Count Hereford admitted...... But you know very well that it was you, Your Majesty, who sent Aaron Mancini to Lockburg. ”

Filly chuckled lowly, shook his head, and said nothing.

"So what should he do?"

Ironically, it was Agnes who spoke for him, "Should he have locked that guy in the temple, tortured him, tortured him until he told the truth - and then you would believe it was the 'truth' and be grateful to him for it?"

"Of course not. The Count replied unhurriedly, "But what the Paladins seek is nothing more than the truth...... And fairly, I don't think he would mind answering me a few questions. ”

"He's right here to answer your questions. Moira said with some exasperation.

Count Hereford frowned, but did not object.

"There's no need. Filly spoke, calmly stepping down the steps, "If it helps, I'll be happy to answer any of your questions anywhere...... But with all due respect, Aaron Mancini has escaped without a trace—isn't it more important to find out what he wants to do, and where he is?"

"Of course. The Earl of Hereford agreed, "and, Your Majesty......"

He bowed slightly to Moira: "It's up to you to decide...... But such an accident in Lockburg may allow His Majesty to end his journey and return as soon as possible. ”

It's not just his opinion. In the midst of the argument, Moira had heard many people ask for this, for her safety and that of the king, of course...... But at the same time, they don't believe she can handle it all on her own.

Even she herself did not have such faith.

"I will write to him. She replied, leaning back exhausted at the dawn.

If Scott is here......

She thought involuntarily, and then hastily erased the thought.

(To be continued.) )