Ave felt these people were making a fuss over nothing. Perhaps the creature had just passed by and left, but her aunt was uneasy and asked her to invite Ethan to the Royal Palace for an inspection.
"Oh, right, Aunt said, this is the Margaret Radar."
Ave explained stiffly, in a mechanical tone, "It’s an inherent talent of the Margaret Clan, very sensitive to threats nearby. She also felt something else had entered the palace."
She recounted her aunt’s original words.
Ethan wasn’t just a detective; he was also a master of magical creatures — something you could glean from the room full of magical beings.
Ave had never heard of such a talent since she was a child, and she thought her only talent was how particularly nimble her golden hair was, not knowing if she caught it from Sophia.
Ethan had once tried to explain the agility of her golden hair from a magical perspective, suggesting that the personality split off by the Holy Word Art was hidden in that tuft of golden hair, but Sophia had the same symptom since she was a child, and the princess hadn’t been subjected to the Holy Word Art.
"Then let’s investigate a bit."
The ragdoll cat on the table squinted her eyes open for the first time today to voice her opinion.
Her opinion was she wanted to move to Ethan’s shoulder to sleep.
After watching movies all night in the mage’s tower, the cat was lethargic and even too lazy to move, directly stretching out two little paws for Ethan to pick her up onto his shoulder.
Back in her rightful spot, the ragdoll cat once again closed her eyes, her tail wrapping around Ethan’s neck like a scarf.
When the two, accompanied by the cat, arrived at the Royal Palace, an anxious Queen Margaret was already waiting at the door and hurried up as soon as she saw Ethan.
"Good morning... Mr. Old Sen,"
She didn’t know what others thought, but she still found such a title somewhat peculiar, "Ave should have already told you the situation."
She hadn’t slept well for days, feeling a gaze fall on her every night.
Ave comforted her by saying it was psychological, but she didn’t think so; perhaps only Ethan could set her mind at ease.
"Let’s first inspect the place where the creature was encountered."
Ethan looked at the shadowed courtyard garden, indeed sensing something unusual in it.
The aura was somewhat strange.
Like a killing intent, but not as sharp, more like the feeling of someone who shouts "I’m going to kill you" but really only knocks you over and sits on top of you, looking at you with bright red eyes...
Why would such a specific thought occur to him?
Ethan became attentive; the source of that peculiar aura was hidden in the garden. He walked at the forefront, getting closer, but considering that the other party might not actually intend to kill, he called upon the wind element.
Compared to others, the wind element was the gentlest.
As long as it stayed away from the motorcycle.
The wind element gathered around him. The effects of the magic potion had long worn off, and now in his normal mental state, a normal person wouldn’t be able to see a green-haired girl holding his arm.
Ethan prepared his defenses, until a sharp cry came from behind.
The owner of that voice was clearly not aiming at him.
"Ave-Margaret, today is your last day!"
A figure dropped down from the treetop, both hands clasped tightly around a weapon, completing a standard knight’s downward slash, except what she held wasn’t a knight’s sword but a very long baguette.
The petite figure hesitated in mid-air, especially upon seeing Queen Margaret at the far end of the crowd, her expression suddenly freezing.
However, the downward strike had already been launched; there was no turning back for this "sword"!
The poised wind element intervened at the right moment, deftly separating the figure and Ave, making the attack infused with belief miss its target.
But for some reason, Ethan caught a sudden scent of bloodlust in the air.
The wind element suddenly got excited, doing things beyond his orders.
Ethan saw the baguette break into two sections by the Wind Blade, and worse, a light breeze brushed by, bringing not the scent of flowers but half of the baton spinning Thomas-style in mid-air.
Then, this half of the baguette struck accurately on Queen Margaret’s head, sticking to her exquisite crown.
Ethan witnessed the best interpretation of the phrase "laughing as if to kill."
Queen Margaret, with half a baguette on her head, smiled as she spoke the attacker’s name.
The killing intent in the garden grew heavier, yet Ethan felt the bloodlust excitement of the wind element climb another notch at that moment, prompting him to silently mourn Princess Sophia in his heart.
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This couldn’t be blamed on Sophia; it must be the wind element’s fault.