"Everybody, calm down, no one will move, listen to what I say, otherwise, don't blame us for being cruel."
The Man who was leading the Unit of Soldiers ordered.
"Lord, they are not listening to us at all!"
"Hmph! Why are they panicking about a little head? If they are that scared, I need to use this fear to my advantage.
Guards, behead whoever dares to disobey you. You have my permission."
As soon as this order was released, 3 more heads fell on the ground.
"…"
This time, no one shouted.
The entire area turned silent.
"I will repeat.
Nobody moves. If anyone dares to disobey my words, you would meet a similar fate."
"…"
Everybody turned silent.
With a satisfied look on his face, the Head of the Guards continued,
"Royal Consort Allura has been Kidnapped by some filthy rats, not only that, but those bastards dared to kill one of our people, if anyone of you has any idea about what has happened, come forward.
If the information you provide turns out to be helpful, you would be heavily rewarded."
Everyone looked at each other, clearly interested in the 'heavy rewards' the Head Guard was talking about, however, nobody stepped forward.
No one knew what happened, not even the people who gathered here first.
Seeing this, the Head Guard just sighed.
Then, he turned towards Trent and Tim and bowed,
"Sir, we have surrounded the Area."
Trent and Tim nodded.
"Alright, I think we should begin the investigation."
"Lord…"
Suddenly, one of the protectors called out.
"What?"
Trent questioned.
"You should look inside the Carriage."
"…"
Trent looked at the protector and then nodded.
With a serious look on his face, he peeked into the Carriage and narrowed his eyes.
"Blood…"
"Blood?"
Tim frowned.
Trent nodded, Tim then peaked into the carriage as well and his face turned serious.
"You."
Trent pointed at the Head Guard.
"Call the Driver."
Trent ordered.
A few seconds later, the Driver appeared.
"What happened here?"
"I d-do not know anything, Lord."
The Driver stuttered.
His face had lost all its color and his body was trembling.
It was clear that he was scared of something.
"Why did you stop the carriage so suddenly?"
Trent questioned.
"Lady Allura ordered me to."
"Huh?"
Trent, Tim, and the Head Guard frowned.
"Lady Allura ordered you to?"
"Y-Yes Lord."
"Why would she do that?"
Tim couldn't understand.
"I-I do not know, however, I could feel that her voice sounded a little shaky…"
The Driver then told everything that happened and the more they heard it, the more they couldn't understand what had happened.
"You… are you trying to fool us…?"
Suddenly, the Head Guard looked at the Driver and narrowed his eyes.
"NO! Lord! Believe me, I am not lying!
That is exactly what happened!
Please, believe me!"
The Driver practically begged.
"Actually… what he says makes sense… Even the people who were passing by attested that they heard those words."
Suddenly, Trent spoke up.
"What if they are in this plan as well?"
THe Head Guard questioned.
Trent, however, shook his head.
"That's not it. I do not trust people, I only trust evidence.
And the evidence says that this man isn't lying."
"Hmm?" The Head Guard frowned.
"Think with me,
'Who are you? How did you get inside?'
These words clearly mean that someone somehow entered Consort Allura's carriage.
'No, don't kill me. Someone, Save me. Help.'
These words mean that the person who enter tried to harm Allura, and clearly, he overpowered her, who was an Expert Stage Cultivator.
There are signs of a struggle inside the carriage, along with blood, which, I believe should be Consort Allura's."
"So you are saying that someone just randomly entered the carriage we were keeping our eyes on, attacked Lady Allura, took her away with him, and we didn't see anything?"
"Yes…
As absurd as it sounds, that is the only possibility I can think of.
Don't judge them by normal means.
Look at Stark's head…
With how clean the cut is, I am sure that the one who did it was a King Stage Cultivator…"
Trent's tone got heavier when he talked about Stark's death. Clearly, he was affected by the death of his partner.
"Do you think it was the same person?"
Tim questioned.
"No, I think they were different. One entered Lady Allura's carriage, while the other killed Stark."
"And both of them were King Stage Cultivators?"
"Yes, I can't think of anyone weaker doing anything like this."
"But… why would they kill Stark? If they wanted to kill him, then why didn't they kill the two of us as well?"
Tim questioned with a frown on his face.
It was scary how he was talking about his own death like that.
But that was just how the Members of the shadow unit were. They never cared about their own death. For them, failing to successfully complete a mission and disappointing the King was much worse than death.
"To send a message."
Trent answered.
"Those bastards clearly knew that Lady Allura has left the Mansion, which, of course, wasn't very hard to know, however, that was not it, these bastards also knew that we were following her.
Therefore, not only did they harm Lady Allura right in front of us, they even killed the strongest among us.
I do not see any other reason for doing this other than sending a message.
A clear show of strength.
A clear challenge.
To not only us, but the entire Shadow Unit.
Whoever these people are, they are clearly not your average men, they have a goal in their mind.
A scary goal."
Trent answered with a grim look on his face.
Tim's face turned serious,
"So they left us alive so we could become there…"
"Messengers, yes."
"…"
The two of them turned silent.
"What are we going to do?"
Tim questioned.
After thinking about things for more than 5 minutes, Trent just shook his head.
"We have no other option, we have to report to the King."
"…alright."
Although he wanted to report this after catching the criminal, Tim knew he couldn't do that right now.
They didn't have any way to catch the culprit.
Therefore, they could only return empty-handed.
"You there."
Trent called.
"Yes Sir."
The Head Guard stepped forward.
"Search everyone present here, though I highly doubt it, there are chances that the culprit or someone who is related to the culprit is still here.
Capture anyone you think suspicious and don't back off from using violence if you want."
"Yes sir!"
The Head Guard Saluted.
"We will report this to the King."
Saying that, Tim and Trent looked at each other,
And disappeared.
"Everybody, calm down, no one will move, listen to what I say, otherwise, don't blame us for being cruel."
The Man who was leading the Unit of Soldiers ordered.
"Lord, they are not listening to us at all!"
"Hmph! Why are they panicking about a little head? If they are that scared, I need to use this fear to my advantage.
Guards, behead whoever dares to disobey you. You have my permission."
As soon as this order was released, 3 more heads fell on the ground.
"…"
This time, no one shouted.
The entire area turned silent.
"I will repeat.
Nobody moves. If anyone dares to disobey my words, you would meet a similar fate."
"…"
Everybody turned silent.
With a satisfied look on his face, the Head of the Guards continued,
"Royal Consort Allura has been Kidnapped by some filthy rats, not only that, but those bastards dared to kill one of our people, if anyone of you has any idea about what has happened, come forward.
If the information you provide turns out to be helpful, you would be heavily rewarded."
Everyone looked at each other, clearly interested in the 'heavy rewards' the Head Guard was talking about, however, nobody stepped forward.
No one knew what happened, not even the people who gathered here first.
Seeing this, the Head Guard just sighed.
Then, he turned towards Trent and Tim and bowed,
"Sir, we have surrounded the Area."
Trent and Tim nodded.
"Alright, I think we should begin the investigation."
"Lord…"
Suddenly, one of the protectors called out.
"What?"
Trent questioned.
"You should look inside the Carriage."
"…"
Trent looked at the protector and then nodded.
With a serious look on his face, he peeked into the Carriage and narrowed his eyes.
"Blood…"
"Blood?"
Tim frowned.
Trent nodded, Tim then peaked into the carriage as well and his face turned serious.
"You."
Trent pointed at the Head Guard.
"Call the Driver."
Trent ordered.
A few seconds later, the Driver appeared.
"What happened here?"
"I d-do not know anything, Lord."
The Driver stuttered.
His face had lost all its color and his body was trembling.
It was clear that he was scared of something.
"Why did you stop the carriage so suddenly?"
Trent questioned.
"Lady Allura ordered me to."
"Huh?"
Trent, Tim, and the Head Guard frowned.
"Lady Allura ordered you to?"
"Y-Yes Lord."
"Why would she do that?"
Tim couldn't understand.
"I-I do not know, however, I could feel that her voice sounded a little shaky…"
The Driver then told everything that happened and the more they heard it, the more they couldn't understand what had happened.
"You… are you trying to fool us…?"
Suddenly, the Head Guard looked at the Driver and narrowed his eyes.
"NO! Lord! Believe me, I am not lying!
That is exactly what happened!
Please, believe me!"
The Driver practically begged.
"Actually… what he says makes sense… Even the people who were passing by attested that they heard those words."
Suddenly, Trent spoke up.
"What if they are in this plan as well?"
THe Head Guard questioned.
Trent, however, shook his head.
"That's not it. I do not trust people, I only trust evidence.
And the evidence says that this man isn't lying."
"Hmm?" The Head Guard frowned.
"Think with me,
'Who are you? How did you get inside?'
These words clearly mean that someone somehow entered Consort Allura's carriage.
'No, don't kill me. Someone, Save me. Help.'
These words mean that the person who enter tried to harm Allura, and clearly, he overpowered her, who was an Expert Stage Cultivator.
There are signs of a struggle inside the carriage, along with blood, which, I believe should be Consort Allura's."
"So you are saying that someone just randomly entered the carriage we were keeping our eyes on, attacked Lady Allura, took her away with him, and we didn't see anything?"
"Yes…
As absurd as it sounds, that is the only possibility I can think of.
Don't judge them by normal means.
Look at Stark's head…
With how clean the cut is, I am sure that the one who did it was a King Stage Cultivator…"
Trent's tone got heavier when he talked about Stark's death. Clearly, he was affected by the death of his partner.
"Do you think it was the same person?"
Tim questioned.
"No, I think they were different. One entered Lady Allura's carriage, while the other killed Stark."
"And both of them were King Stage Cultivators?"
"Yes, I can't think of anyone weaker doing anything like this."
"But… why would they kill Stark? If they wanted to kill him, then why didn't they kill the two of us as well?"
Tim questioned with a frown on his face.
It was scary how he was talking about his own death like that.
But that was just how the Members of the shadow unit were. They never cared about their own death. For them, failing to successfully complete a mission and disappointing the King was much worse than death.
"To send a message."
Trent answered.
"Those bastards clearly knew that Lady Allura has left the Mansion, which, of course, wasn't very hard to know, however, that was not it, these bastards also knew that we were following her.
Therefore, not only did they harm Lady Allura right in front of us, they even killed the strongest among us.
I do not see any other reason for doing this other than sending a message.
A clear show of strength.
A clear challenge.
To not only us, but the entire Shadow Unit.
Whoever these people are, they are clearly not your average men, they have a goal in their mind.
A scary goal."
Trent answered with a grim look on his face.
Tim's face turned serious,
"So they left us alive so we could become there…"
"Messengers, yes."
"…"
The two of them turned silent.
"What are we going to do?"
Tim questioned.
After thinking about things for more than 5 minutes, Trent just shook his head.
"We have no other option, we have to report to the King."
"…alright."
Although he wanted to report this after catching the criminal, Tim knew he couldn't do that right now.
They didn't have any way to catch the culprit.
Therefore, they could only return empty-handed.
"You there."
Trent called.
"Yes Sir."
The Head Guard stepped forward.
"Search everyone present here, though I highly doubt it, there are chances that the culprit or someone who is related to the culprit is still here.
Capture anyone you think suspicious and don't back off from using violence if you want."
"Yes sir!"
The Head Guard Saluted.
"We will report this to the King."
Saying that, Tim and Trent looked at each other,
And disappeared.
