302 The sad” Princess (2/2)

This was totally out of their expectation as well!

Natasha closed her eyes, as if she agreed to leave this to the night watchers, since the grief in her mind was too heavy to bear, ”I saw Lucien die with my own eyes, and Clown was right there.”

Her voice was full of sorrow and great desperation.

Waldo unnoticeably gasped. He saw the pieces of flesh and blood drops on the grass. Based on the motivation and the way of killing, Waldo had to admit that it could be Clown who did this.

”Your Highness, I understand how you feel…” Waldo crossed in front of his chest. ”Mr. Lucien Evans is so outstanding and brilliant that the God of Truth wants him to go and play his music in Mountain Paradise.”

After comforting the princess for a bit, Waldo became serious, ”But I'm sorry, Your Highness. Right now I have to ask you some questions and check if this is Mr. Evans' blood. I'm not doubting you, but I have to follow the procedures of the Inquisition. I hope you can understand, Your Highness.”

Before Natasha nodded, Waldo was very cautious. He was afraid that the princess would lose her mind out of great sorrow, and her power was just beyond horrible.

After several seconds of silence, Natasha opened her eyes. The light in her eyes was cold.

”Go ahead,” she said.

Waldo sincerely appreciated the princess' courage. He first asked several night watchers who did not go after Clown to collect the blood left, and then he asked the princess carefully, ”Your Highness, why did you come here tonight? Wasn't Mr. Evans still taking his rest?”

Natasha put on a sad but stunning smile, ”He used to live here. In the bedroom, he played the first movement of Moonlight for me. So we wanted to come here tonight in memory of our past…”

Natasha covered her face with her hands to stop herself from crying.

Hearing that, Waldo looked down upon himself for those vulgar thoughts he had had in his mind.

”I see.” Waldo slightly nodded.

After asking a few more questions, a night watcher of bishop level came to him and whispered in his ear, ”Moonlight Blessing. It is Lucien Evans' blood.”

”Mr. Waldo, Clown was severely injured by me, and he should die within an hour. I hope you can find him as soon as possible.” Natasha told Waldo the true reason why she stopped chasing after Clown.

When Natasha looked to the side, she saw an iron ring on the grass. So she flew down there and picked it up. The look on her face was extremely sad but seeing the ring seemed to warm her heart up a bit.

Seeing the moment, Waldo felt that this was like a dream. The princess was not usually this feminine, but more heroic and decisive. The look on her face was as gentle as the moonlight in Lucien's music.

Waldo knew well what the iron ring was. It was the broken Holm Crown Ring left by Natasha's mother, and now it seemed that it was also a token of love.

”It's our fault, Your Highness.” Waldo comforted her again, ”We did not catch Clown in time.”

”It has nothing to do with the Church. After all, the Church has made the decision to sentence him to death.” Natasha slightly shook her head.

Hearing that, Waldo nodded out of relief. What he felt concerned the most was that, because of Lucien Evans's death, the Church and the future ruler of Violet would have an unfixable gap between each other.

”You're such a dedicated follower, Your Highness, and a wise leader,” praised Waldo.

When the night watchers started to check the house and the surroundings, Natasha unnoticeably released a sigh of relief. She felt it quite cheesy with what she just said. But she also had strange feelings when she was talking about what once happened between Lucien and her.

But what was more important was that Waldo did not show suspicion for what she said, and things were going the way they wanted them to.

As a devoted follower, Natasha was fine with putting some pressure on the Church to help and protect her good friend and to maintain the status of the nobles, but she would not be willing to do great damage to the reputation of the Church and the balance between the two sides despite the fact that there was a chance, since she still had her bottom line, and she hoped that Lucien could understand.

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In a house, a man wearing a black hood sat down in the armchair, weak and limp.

”Morning Star… He didn't talk much. It was totally out of my expectation that he was the traitor, until I saw his response when knowing where the Congress was,” signed Philosopher. He looked weak from losing a lot of blood.

Professor was still wearing the black robe. He reached out his hand and wrote down letters with the blood on Morning Star's back.

”The end of the betrayer. Professor.”

”Why do you want to leave the words and the body, Mr. Professor?” asked Philosopher. ”Morning Star's dead, and we can just put all the blame on Clown and the Church. Now, you're catching all the attention.”

”To teach other traitors the lesson.” Lucien smiled. But in his mind, he said to himself that Natasha had helped him a lot, and he would not bring more trouble to her.