Westminster District, in front of Vitalis Palace.

An ordinary carriage drove past the official residence of the royal family, heading towards the St. Lawrence District. It did not attract the attention of the Royal Guard.

The St. Lawrence District was the financial heart of Ansu City, the location of the Roswell Marquisate, various banks, insurance companies, stock exchanges, and the headquarters of trading companies. The headquarters of the Deton Group was also located in this area.

Of course, within this area was also Forte’s residence—his address was on Mayfair Street, west of the St. Lawrence District.

At this moment, most of the Queen’s Sword forces had been dispatched to Forte’s side to protect him. The defense of these palaces was therefore weakened—of course, Forte probably hadn’t even thought about defending them.

From the scars on his body, one could tell that he had used the power of rewind countless times. The fact that he was still alive meant that each time he had achieved the ultimate victory.

As long as he was alive, he could make everything start over. There was no need for defense.

Forte would absolutely never have imagined that a person who had rewound time with him still retained the memories from before the rewind, and therefore had no defenses against it.

The carriage slowly stopped in front of Forte’s mansion, attracting the attention of a “Law Officer” at the entrance. Judging by his attire, he seemed to be from the Queen’s Sword.

Ciel, with Uris and Amy, got out of the carriage and walked directly towards the entrance. The “Law Officer” became alert and slightly lowered his head.

“Princess Vitalis, Princess Windsor, Your Excellency Forte.”

In the eyes of this “Law Officer,” Ciel, who was walking at the front, was the tall Forte, while the two princesses were following behind Forte.

How did they return so quickly?

The “Law Officer’s” doubt only lasted for a moment. A question rose in his heart.

Moreover, that ordinary carriage... Would Lord Forte ride such an ordinary carriage? And with two princesses?

After quietly waiting for “Forte” to enter the mansion with the two “princesses,” the “Law Officer” quickly walked towards the carriage.

He had to investigate. This was absolutely not normal.

Ciel at this moment watched the maid open the mansion door. She smiled at the maid and pointed to the “Law Officer” sleeping soundly by the fence at the entrance, saying, “Get him a blanket. Don’t wake him up.”

“Yes... Yes, Lord Forte.”

The maid repeatedly nodded. After “Forte” walked past her with her head lowered, she quickly went to get a blanket and covered the guard at the entrance.

Lord Forte is still too kind. He is so friendly even to incompetent guards... This was what the maid was thinking.

At least in the eyes of ordinary people, Forte had always been this kind of person.

Ciel didn’t know where Forte’s room was, so she found a maid and asked. However, this inquiry gave Ciel an unexpected piece of news.

Forte had not been in his room earlier. He had been in the study meeting with a Knight Commander. However, that Knight Commander had been in the study and still hadn’t come out.

Knight Commander?

A “Crown Guard”?

Ciel decided to abandon going to Forte’s room and find that Knight Commander first. Anyway, the study was also one of the places to search.

Ciel arrived at the private study door on the second floor. She stopped in the hallway. A phantom walked past her, directly pushed open the door, and went inside.

“Forte...!”

A hoarse, frantic voice sounded from the study, followed by a greatsword piercing through the door, pinning the phantom to the doorframe.

This voice...

Hearing this familiar voice, Ciel’s eyebrows slightly raised. She walked forward and stopped at the study door, seeing Oppold with bloodshot eyes, his face almost half-covered by black iron armor.

“What a coincidence, Your Excellency Oppold.”

Ciel had a smile on her face, but in her heart, she was thinking how unlucky this was.

How did it have to be a half-mad man in iron armor? Ciel wouldn’t be able to kill him easily for a while.

Oppold looked at Ciel with bloodshot eyes. He had an impression of Ciel’s appearance. He had seen Ciel beside Avena at the Berren City banquet before. When Ciel in the simulation became a priest of the Church of the God of Order, she had also met with Oppold. So Oppold knew who she was.

“It’s you...”

Oppold’s pupils constricted slightly. He subconsciously let go of the sword hilt and took a few steps back.

He had a very deep impression of Ciel. When he first met Ciel, with just a casual glance, he had felt a deep fear towards the red-haired young girl.

This fear was inexplicable, as if he had seen a natural predator. A spiritual alarm also sounded—and it was no exception this time when he saw her.

Ciel quickly scanned the study. She saw rows of overturned bookshelves, scattered books, torn tapestries, and a shattered sealed artifact on the floor. Transcendent characteristics had separated from it, shimmering with a faint spiritual glow on the ground.

This is... a music box? Is it Forte’s?

Judging by Oppold’s appearance, he seemed to have quite a bit of hatred towards Forte.

“Don’t be nervous, Oppold. I have no hostility towards you.”

Ciel continued to wear her standard smile and said to Oppold, who was breathing heavily, “We have a common enemy.”

“Now, tell me... Do you know where Forte’s Spiritual Notes are?”

Ciel’s pupils flickered with pink light.

Oppold, whose psychological defense was already fragile at this moment, under the emotion of fear, was almost instantly guided by Ciel’s voice.

Oppold had already caused damage here. He definitely knew best if anything was hidden here.

“I... didn’t find anything... He... couldn’t have... put anything... here...”

Oppold’s expression was blank. He muttered.

“Oh?” Ciel asked in confusion, “Then where would it be?”

“Windsor... Palace...”

Oppold lowered his head, a hint of pain on his face. He reached up and pressed his temple.

It’s in Windsor Palace? Why?

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