Whispering Verse

Shade, who broke into Yodel Palace in the form of a cat, carefully avoided the ritual of detecting spirits and elements set up by the church in the royal palace, and then jumped from the side wall to the street.

This is not the Silver Cross Avenue, but St. Berkman's Street, which connects the Disick Bridge across the Terrareal River. This street intersects the Silver Cross Avenue and runs parallel to Parliament Street on the north side of the Jodl Palace.

Because the gas lights on the street were very bright, Shade did not change back to human form for the time being. Instead, he thought about finding a dark alley and throwing his glass slippers back home. Anyway, it was very close to home. As for why he didn't do it in Lesia's bedroom, it was because Shade was still angry with Lesia and Dorothy and was unwilling to take out her glass slipper in front of her.

Besides, Agelina and so many maids were there, so he was embarrassed to do so.

"Her" laughter came to his ears. Shade knew what "she" was laughing about, but he didn't care at all. The cat stood under the wall and looked around to make sure that no carriage was passing by, then he was about to trot across the road to the other side of the street.

The warm light of the gas lamp dragged the long black shadow of the silver cat on the street in this dark night. This scene looked quite scary.

And when Shade entered a position where the gas street lamp on the opposite side of the street couldn't illuminate, he immediately changed back to his own appearance. He reached into his arms to take out the glass slipper, but he heard noises and footsteps from the west direction of St. Berkman's Street, far away from home.

Shade, who was in a bad mood, gave up taking out the glass slipper and instead touched the gun bag on his waist. The stranger's brown-to-black eyes saw the light flashing from the bridge in the dark night, and heard the gunfire suppressed by the silencer.

He stood motionless in the shadows, motionless, until the pursuers arrived.

Director Anlos, who led the agents to chase the enemy, was sweating profusely even in the spring night wind because he had recognized where this place was. The three people running wildly in black trench coats in front also realized where they had arrived during their escape.

Although it is not in the direction of the Kasenlik Embassy, ​​it is not a bad place. They continued to rush forward with the mentality of disregarding death, intending to get closer to the Yodel Palace, but at this time, on the empty street illuminated by gas lights in front of them, a figure also wearing a black windbreaker walked out.

Peng~

The sound of gunfire, which was not suppressed by the silencer, finally broke the tranquility of the night. Shade shot the man running at the front in the forehead. He didn't bother to press the battering ram. Instead, he threw the knife out with his left hand and stabbed the second man behind the fallen man in the throat.

He walked towards the third man with a cold face. The somewhat panicked man then aimed at Shade and pulled the trigger, but after a slight noise, Shade just tilted his head slightly and dodged the bullet. He didn't give the opponent a chance to fire a second shot. He got close very quickly and punched the opponent in the chest.

Director Anlos, who hurried over with people, thought for a moment that Shade's fist would pass through his chest, but in fact, the man who fell limply to the ground was just beaten to the point of being knocked out of breath.

"Good evening."

Shade kicked away the opponent's dropped pistol, blew on the muzzle of his own gun, then bent down and pulled out the table knife that had just been thrown out, and wiped the blood off the body's clothes.

Director Anlos also breathed a sigh of relief and signaled the agents behind him to deal with the police who heard the gunshots, dispose of the bodies and deal with the following "cleaners", and then waved to Shade.

He did not ask why Shade carried a table knife with him, nor did he ask what Shade was doing here so late at night. Director Anlos gave some advice:

"Are you still using that revolver? I suggest you change to a pistol that can fire repeatedly. Also, a silencer is also necessary."

Shade nodded noncommittally. For him, the gun was just a decoration, and an accessory to increase the success rate of his "persuasion" ability when necessary:

"Who are these people? Are they related to the great nobles who met with the Kasenlik people on Thursday night?"

Shade asked, Director Anlos shook his head slightly:

"It's hard to say, but it may be related. Otherwise, there is no need for me to lead the team myself."

As the director of the Sixth Branch, although he will go out to work when necessary, he will definitely not do everything himself:

"It's hard to say this time. It really has nothing to do with the Gray Gloves. It's a third party besides Delarion and Kasenric."

The middle-aged man said sadly, squatting down and testing the third person's breath:

"Very good, you left us a living survivor, so we don't have to worry about having no clues."

"Third-party forces? Are there any forces in the Old Continent and the New Continent that can rival the two kingdoms?"

Shade asked, Director Anlos lowered his voice:

"It certainly doesn't happen individually, but it doesn't necessarily add up. And... maybe this time, it's related to a certain prince. At this time of year..."

The last half of the sentence was too low to be heard. Xia De clicked his tongue and stuffed the pistol back into the gun bag:

"A prince again? The Cavendish royal family...I didn't show up today."

he said, before waving and getting ready to go home.

Director Anlos didn't say anything anymore, waved to him, and then turned around to arrange the aftermath.

After saying goodbye to Director Anlos, Shade did not throw away the glass slipper, but chose to walk home. Having just killed someone in anger, he also found that he needed time to think and calm down his emotions.

But the place where the incident occurred was very close to home, so before he knew it, he took out the key and opened the door.

When we arrived on the second floor, the warm home was still so relaxing. Little Mia was waiting for Shade at the stairs early.

Luvia walked out of the bedroom and asked with concern:

"Is the princess okay?"

She had indeed guessed the general outline of the matter. Of course, it might have been Dorothy who said something.

"It's okay, but I need some time to rest."

Shade said while holding the cat, and then gestured toward the bedroom with his eyes. The purple-eyed girl showed a slight smile:

"She's not asleep yet, but she's obviously a little afraid of you."

"What are you afraid of me for?"

He took off his coat and put it on the clothes rack. When he walked into the bedroom, he saw the blonde writer lady sitting on the bed, afraid to look at him.

However, her clothing had changed from a normal skirt to a nightgown, which she had changed while Shade was gone.

Shadra pulled a chair and sat down by the bed. Luvia did not follow the bedroom, but went to the kitchen from the sound.

"Feel sorry."

Neither of them spoke for a long time, but finally Dorothy spoke first.

She pursed her lips and sat on the bed looking at Shade:

"I promise, this is the last time."

As he spoke, he reached out and held Shade's hand:

"It's been me and Lesia who have caused trouble for you all this time... I'm sorry. I know we were wrong this time. If you weren't around... Shade, I'm sorry."

The blonde girl looked rather haggard, and Shade also looked into her green eyes:

"I won't say anything like, 'This is your own business, you don't need to apologize to me,' and I have never objected to you exploring your own secrets. But if there is anything, at least discuss it with me. We are a family people."

"We are a family."

Miss Writer's eyes were a little red. She turned sideways and held Shade's hand with both hands:

"We know what a big mistake this is. When you pulled our souls back with that kiss just now, we felt the warmth and urgency of your soul... Lesia's low-ring sublimation words are 'Sleeping Princess', she gained more than me. I'm sorry, Shade, I'm really sorry."

As he said that, he tried to raise his arms, wrap around Shade's neck and hug him, but in the end, as if he didn't dare to do so, he retracted halfway through the movement, and then continued to look at Shade pitifully. This look looks a bit like little Mia.

"Why are you afraid of me?"

Shade asked strangely, touched the cat's head and put it on the bed. The first button on the neckline of Dorothy's nightgown was undone. She bit her pale lips that were slightly bloody:

"You just whipped us...it hurt so much."

Shade looked at her like this and asked after at least three seconds:

"Is this how you and Luvia discussed how to prevent me from being angry again?"

"Lecia and I really know that we were wrong this time."

She lowered her head and raised her eyes to look at Shade. This look was very similar to Lesia's ten minutes ago:

"If you are still angry, you can... take the whip again. Although it hurts, it will not leave any trace... If you do bad things, don't you have to be punished?"

Shade wasn't sure whether this was Lesia's idea, Dorothy's idea, or Luvia's idea, but under no circumstances would he use [Soul Whip] on the girl around him again, even if this strange There is nothing offensive about the technique.

He sighed:

"I was really angry when I went to see Lesia just now, but I'm no longer angry now. Everyone has immature moments. I'm worried about you. You know what I want to say. But this is the only time. I rarely do this. Make a request, Dorothy, and Lesia, who I know is definitely listening, you must promise me that any decisions you make in the future will be discussed with me in advance."

"Yes, I promise."

Lesia said.

"Xia De, there won't be a next time. I will discuss it with you in advance. Also, what did you pay to save us?"

Dorothy said after the soul exchange came back.

Shade shook his head and refused to say more. There should be a way to get the sealed spell back, but it would take time.

He stood up from his chair:

"Even if you did something wrong, I will still save you if there is a next time. Girls, we all have to learn from this lesson. This is the only gain after this incident. You have a good rest here tonight. , Luvia and I sleep on our sides next door. If anything happens, you call us."

Luvia happened to come in with a tray at this time. The kitchen was boiling water before Shade came back, so the tea was prepared quickly:

"Is this reconciliation? Dorothy, I said as long as you apologize seriously and admit your mistakes, Shade won't be angry."

Luvia certainly had no objection to the suggestion of sleeping on her side. Every Saturday was Dorothy and Lesia's date with Shad, but she rarely spent the night at Shad's place at this time.

But the hand of the blonde girl on the bed held Shade's. She raised her head and looked at the stranger:

"But tonight is Saturday, it's a study and date once a week..."

"That's it for you. You should have a good rest."

With that said, Shade took the tray from Luvia's hand and placed it on the low cabinet beside the bed. The cat immediately looked at the three-layer sandwich biscuits on the plate.

"Is this punishment?"

Dorothy asked.

"What?"

Shade didn't understand this sentence, so the writer lady first looked at Luvia, then pursed her lips and pulled Shade's hand:

"How about another way to punish? Just use...the method of teaching misbehaving children."

Shade thought for a moment and noticed that Luvia's face turned red. Then he felt that he might be thinking the same thing as them.

The beautiful blonde girl looked at him with her green eyes, took his hand and shook it. Seeing Shade standing there hesitantly, he looked at Luvia for help:

"Help me, tonight, here...I didn't bring the Evergreen Leaf."

Their eyes met for a moment, and then the kind-hearted fortune teller pushed Shade with a blushing face:

"Shadow, please forgive Dorothy. Although she made a wrong decision, giving her some small punishment is enough, and it will leave a deep enough impression on her that she will not act impulsively next time. Things...I want to state in advance that I can stay, but I didn't do anything wrong tonight, and I will definitely not be punished."

Looking at the three cats with vigilance, they felt something was wrong with the scene in front of them. It already had a premonition that not only would it not be able to eat the three-layer sandwich biscuits, but it might even have to spend the night in the cat's nest in the closet.