Did they think it was Lucien from the very beginning? Clown, who had a close relationship with Professor, had considered the possibility that Evans and Lucien were working together to set him up before he arrived at Gesu District 116. Clown thought to himself that Evans would pretend to be seriously injured by him, and then Natasha, Camille, or the people from the Intelligence Department of the Duchy would witness the whole thing and kill or capture him.
However, after careful consideration, Clown realized that there would be a lot of loopholes if he was framed in this way. If Lucien was killed on the spot, the people in the inquisition who sympathized with Lucien would definitely not accept the conclusion easily. At the very least, they would have to conduct a strict investigation on Lucien, which was definitely not a good thing for Lucien, who had a close relationship with Professor.
Natasha would not be able to resist the Church's reasonable request, and the other nobles would not support it either. In the relationship between the Church and the nobles, both sides had a certain bottom line that no one would cross, and the Church was in a dominant position.
However, if the Church only set up a trap to capture him, as long as he was not killed on the spot, there was a great chance that he could turn the situation around. How did Lucien get hurt? What about the wound? Did it match with his bloodline characteristics? Clown came here to investigate Professor, which could be confirmed by Viscount Klein. So why did Lucien come to Gesu District 116 in the middle of the night?
Most importantly, this time, with a clear conscience, he could directly ask the Church to use theurgy and other means of interrogation and lie detection. Through them, he could completely prove his innocence!
But what about Lucien? Evans died in such a strange way, which was completely beyond Clown's imagination. Clown was still thinking about the scene of the fallen Broken-Winged Angel, and he could not come back to his senses for a while.
At this moment, Clown believed in Lucien. Evans was really dead, because if he used a temporarily deformed body to frame Clown, Clown would not be able to see him again unless he never showed up again as the great musician Lucien. Evans's identity had to be revealed. Otherwise, it would be useless. Killing him by mistake would make the Church even more suspicious, and they would definitely conduct strict questioning.
After a brief moment of absent-mindedness, the eyes on the clown's smiley face suddenly shrunk into two points of light.
He saw Natasha, who was in a daze in midair. She was wearing a gorgeous purple court dress. Her figure was slim, and her legs were long and straight. Her eyes were sparkling, and her lips were red and tender. She was valiant yet beautiful. She was like a noble lady who was meeting her lover in the middle of the night.
Of course, at this moment, Natasha's gaze was completely frozen. She looked at the blooming "fireworks" as if she had lost her soul.
Run! Run! Run!
That was the only thought that flashed through the clown's mind. He absolutely could not stay in front of a woman who had just witnessed her lover being dismembered, especially when this woman was so destructive!
At this moment, she was completely unreasonable!
In this dangerous situation, the clown unleashed all of his potential. There seemed to be invisible black threads rising from the air around him. Stepping on and grabbing the threads, he quickly escaped to the edge of the woods behind the villa.
But at this moment, he heard a roar full of anger and sadness, or more like a whine. The earth and the air around him seemed to tremble.
"Oh no!" The clown rushed into the woods, but a silver-gray sword cut through everything and slashed at his back.
The sword quickly turned into an invisible, twisted, and strange crack. It disappeared in an instant. The layers of divine power and magic items shining on the clown's body were cut open like ordinary paper.
The clown's body suddenly twisted, and he turned into a toy doll wrapped by black threads.
The threads broke one by one, and a crack that almost split the black doll in half appeared.
Then, the clown returned to his original appearance, but the right half of his body was separated from his torso and fell to the ground. His internal organs and blood splattered all over the place.
Clown's head started to blur, but he knew that he could not stop at all. If he wanted to escape from a radiant knight, especially a radiant knight with a top-level bloodline, he had to seize every tiny chance.
Since Natasha did not kill him with the first attack, he still had hope!
Clown's strong willpower allowed him to endure the excruciating pain and injuries that would have paralyzed most of the bishops. He did not slow down at all as he fled in the dark forest. At the same time, he calmly wriggled his body so that his blood would be wrapped in a layer of invisible membrane, so that it would not spill out and leave no traces behind.
Although he knew that if Natasha attacked him again, he would definitely not be able to dodge it, and the possibility of Natasha suddenly forgetting that he would not attack again was almost zero, he still had to fight for it. He could not give up because of his despair!
Even if he hated Lucien very much? Evans? But the spirit of never giving up in his music was what every Knight should have!
A miracle seemed to happen. When the clown disappeared into the darkness, Natasha did not attack him again.
… …
"Waldo, are you going to stop me?" Natasha was holding a silver longsword in her hand. Her eyes were cold and terrifying.
Waldo, the Executor of the Inquisition of Orvarit, stood in front of Natasha and said calmly, "Her Royal Highness, I've already sent the night watchers to catch Clown. Before we figure out what's going on, I think it's better to keep him alive. What exactly happened just now? "
Since Clown was carefully checking the houses one by one, when Natasha attacked him, Waldo, the Executor, arrived at the scene. Waldo sympathized with Clown, so he stopped Natasha from attacking him again, in case she killed him.
Camille, who was afraid that she might disturb something, finally flew over.
"Clown killed Lucien," Natasha answered, as if she was trying to suppress her anger. Her silver-purple eyes became cold and ruthless.
"What?!" All the night watchers, including Waldo, exclaimed.
Juliana, who had just arrived at the back of the villa and was about to "catch" Clown, staggered and almost fell down. Her face was extremely pale.
The great musician Lucien? Evans was dead?!
Just like Clown, they did not expect this at all!
Natasha closed her eyes and said, "I saw Lucien die right in front of my eyes, and Clown was right next to him." Lucien's eyes were wide open as if he had given up hunting Clown.
Her tone was bleak and desolate, carrying a heavy sense of sorrow.
Seeing that there was not a single piece of intact flesh on the lawn in front of the villa, Waldo took a deep breath. With the identity of Violet Count and their intimate relationship, how could she say that she saw Lucien die with her own eyes? Evans was dead, so it was impossible for another great musician to appear in a few days. Judging from the way she killed Lucien, it was really possible that it was Clown!
"Her Royal Highness, I can understand how you feel. Please don't be too sad. I don't think Mr. Evans would want you to forget your happiness either." Waldo drew a cross on his chest. "He was so outstanding that God summoned him early and let him continue to compose music in Mountain Paradise."
After comforting her for a while, Waldo's expression became serious. "However, Her Royal Highness, now I need to ask you some questions and check if the blood belongs to Mr. Evans. I'm not doubting you. This is the normal procedure of the inquisition. I hope you can understand. "
Before Natasha nodded, Waldo was careful and vigilant, fearing that she would suddenly lose her mind. Although they were both level six, she had the top bloodline, and she was in extreme grief. He might not be able to handle it.
After a few seconds of silence, Natasha opened her eyes. Her silver-purple eyes were cold and deep. "Mr. Waldo, ask away."
Her Royal Highness was indeed more manly than most men. Waldo really admired Natasha at this moment. While ordering the night watchers who did not chase Clown to check the blood, he asked in a careful tone, "Her Royal Highness, why did you come here in the middle of the night? Isn't Mr. Evans still recuperating? Even if it's the middle of the night, you can still choose Sir John's villa where Mr. Evans is currently staying. "
Natasha suddenly showed a faint smile, which was sad but beautiful. "This is where he used to live. In the piano room in the bedroom, he played the first movement of Moonlight for me, and told me that whenever I see moonlight, I think of him … So tonight, we want to reminisce about the past here. "
Natasha covered her mouth as if she was afraid that she would cry.
Waldo, who subconsciously thought of countless erotic scenes, scolded himself in his heart. How could he not think of these things at this time?
"Her Royal Highness, I understand." Waldo nodded slightly.
After he asked a few more questions, a night watcher who was a bishop flew up and whispered in his ear, "Moonlight Bloodline, is it really Lucien? Evans' blood. "
"Mr. Waldo, Clown was hit by my sword with all my strength. I don't think he can live for more than an hour. I hope you can find him as soon as possible." Natasha told the real reason why she did not chase after Clown.
Suddenly, she saw something that looked like an iron ring on the lawn, so she flew down and picked it up. The expression on her face was gentle and sweet, but also sad and gloomy at the same time.
"It's exactly the same as the first movement of Moonlight." Waldo and many other night watchers who liked music had the same idea. "I didn't expect to see such a feminine side of Her Highness. She is indeed the Violet of Orvarit." A beautiful woman who was usually tough, imposing, and valiant suddenly revealed such an expression. Under such a strong contrast, it was exceptionally beautiful, sorrowful, and yet dreamy.
Waldo knew very well what that iron ring was. It was the destroyed Holm Crown Ring, which belonged to Natasha's mother. Now it seemed that it was also a token of love.
"Her Royal Highness, please don't be too sad. It's our fault. We didn't catch Clown in time. "Waldo comforted her again.
Natasha shook her head, "It has nothing to do with you. You've already decided to execute Clown. It was he who ran away. Well, it has nothing to do with the Church. "
Hearing Natasha's understanding, Waldo nodded with satisfaction and relief. What he was most worried about was that this incident would cause an irreparable gap between the Church and Natasha, the future ruler of Orvarit. "Her Royal Highness, you're really a devout believer and a wise lord."
When Waldo and the other night watchers started to check the villa and the surroundings, Natasha felt a bit relieved. She felt a bit strange when she said those words of love. It was so strong that she wanted to throw up, but also a bit indescribable.
However, the main reason why she was relieved was that Waldo did not suspect anything. Things were going according to her plan.
As a devout believer, Natasha had no qualms about attacking the Church occasionally to protect her friends and maintain the status of the nobles. However, she did not want to use what she and Lucien had planned to destroy the Church's prestige, the relationship between the Church and the nobles, and the image of the Church in people's minds.
"I hope Lucien can understand. Everyone has their own principles and boundaries."
…
In a villa, a middle-aged man wearing a black hooded robe was sitting on a chair. His eyes had lost the light.
"I didn't expect that Morning Star, who had always been silent, would be a traitor." Philosopher's face was pale and weak, as if he had lost a lot of blood.
When he observed the reaction of the apprentices when they heard the news from the Headquarters of the Magic Council, he had already figured it out.
The professor in front of him was still covered in the black robe. He reached out his hand and wrote a few words on Morning Star's body with his blood.
"The end of the traitor."
"Professor."
Philosopher was a bit confused about the professor's action, "Mr. Professor, why do you want to leave the body and the code name? Isn't it better to make Morning Star disappear and push all the blame to Clown and the Church? "
"Now, you'll be the center of attention and hatred."
"To deter the other traitors." Lucien smiled, but in his heart, he murmured, "She has helped me so much. How can I put her in a difficult position?"
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