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"Minister, logically, I shouldn't stop you..."

The secretary behind the Minister of the Navy sighed, "But don't you think it's a bit too late to betray now? The optimal time would obviously have been before Captain Camus went to see Chief Inspector Edward.

"Moreover, if you truly intend to do it, I even believe there's no need to keep a copy. Because such evidential documents are hardly of any use if they aren't the originals. Betraying is not worth it unless you do it thoroughly.

"Besides, I think it's better to destroy the documents in front of Minister Moriarty rather than handing them over to him. That way, the other ministers will assume they've obtained the documents and attack Minister Moriarty in the newspapers, only to end up without evidence and get promptly and forcefully counterattacked by a well-prepared Minister Moriarty. This would ensure their destruction.

"At the same time, it would prevent Minister Moriarty from presenting this document to corroborate our betrayal — offending so many Knight Families is the same as offending the royal family, which is a price we cannot afford."

Sheldon leaned in behind the old man and whispered, "And all we need to do is play dumb, claiming we have no idea where the document has gone."

As the Deputy Adjutant of the Navy, Sheldon was also a staff member for Minister Ramos.

The old man was silent for a long time, lost in thought.

The shears in his hand clicked as they fell, cutting one branch after another. It was less like he had any particular design in mind, more like a pure release of emotion.

Finally, the old man sighed.

"...You're saying it's a bit too late for betrayal now. It wouldn't look good.

"Let's just see this through to the end."

"—That's right."

A proud and indifferent female voice suddenly emerged from the clearing, causing the old man's brows to furrow abruptly.

His pupils turned a majestic silver-white as he turned to look towards the source of the voice.

"Who's there!"

The old man shouted loudly, "Come out!"

On one hand, he was using his voice as a medium to release his Law Magic, "Majesty·Intimidation."

On the other hand, it was to let others hear him and come to his rescue opportunistically.
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Although Minister Ramos was only at the Fourth Power Level, he was, after all, the Minister of the Navy — according to the characteristics of the Path of Authority, power itself can be transformed into strength.

Majesty Series" Law Magic differed from the "Punishment Series." It did not need to sentence different crimes separately but could only be used on those of lower status than oneself. The greater the power and status gap, the better the spell's effect.

—However, what surprised Minister Ramos was that his spell had no effect.

This meant that the other party held an equal or even higher status than him!

The tall woman emerging from the shadows was someone the Minister of the Navy had never seen before.

She was as tall as Old Dewis, and her long hair was as dark as the night.

Her pupils were blood-red, and traces of blood could still be seen at the corner of her lips. Her hair was not tied up, casually draped behind her, slightly damp as if it had just been washed and not yet fully dried.

She was dressed in an antique dress of Star Antimony nobility. The black and red silk gown was incredibly lavish, as though for a grand banquet attendance. Her upper garment tightly cinched her slender waist while her lower half was supported by a large hoop skirt.

Within her towering bosom hung a silver cross set with a black crystal—Old Dewis recognized it at a glance as an ancient noble accessory from the Helasal Empire era!

"Good day, Minister Ramos."

The woman laughed elegantly.

Though her tone was respectful, she did not actually bow to him.

And even without introducing herself, the Minister of the Navy had already identified her.

"...Miss Aleister?"

The old man's expression grew serious, and he involuntarily took half a step back.

—As the young woman proceeded, the ground beneath her seemed cursed, spreading outward like a mire of shadows.

And flickering hounds, black cats, and crows appeared and disappeared under her skirt as if walking alongside her or perhaps just an illusion.

"Does Aiwass know you're here?"

The old man sarcastically remarked, implying that Aiwass was her master and she should have reported to him before setting out.

Having his plan overheard by Aleister made his expression somewhat ugly. But among the many crises he had faced, this was not a serious issue, so he could still stay calm.

"Of course, he knows,"

Aleister spoke lightly.

She had a slight smirk, displaying an arrogant and wicked sense of amusement.

Pointing to the corner of her mouth, she whispered softly, "Guess... whose blood is this?"

"Are you... a vampire?"

Old Dewis's pupils contracted, now feeling truly nervous.

If it was Moriarty's blood... then he, right now...

An unexpected variable threw his plan into disarray, causing him intense unease.

"Well, this is just an initial visit."

Aleister said gracefully, "I hope it's not the last..."

She said this as she took a letter from her bosom. She gently kissed it, leaving a bloody lip print on the envelope.

She gave a charming smile and explained, "A gift—take a good look."

Then, she tossed the envelope lightly towards him. The secretary behind Old Dewis caught it deftly.

Just then, the sky suddenly darkened visibly, as if rain was about to fall. So, Sheldon reflexively tucked the letter into his jacket.

But the old man's face suddenly changed color.

He abruptly looked up at Aleister, as if realizing something.

—The next moment, twelve silver-white lances of light descended from the sky with a clatter.

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Four at a time, they landed next to the old man, the secretary, and "Aleister," locking them all in place.

The screeching of the Gryphon rang out, a Pure White Gryphon.

A small figure descended from the sky and landed steadily on the ground.

She appeared to be only about one meter tall—with silver-white dragon horns and a dragon tail, with dark green pupils.

It was none other than the new Grand Arbitrator, rumored to be Meg's niece... Ligeia, who had never displayed her power after inheriting the position of Grand Arbitrator!

In Ligeia's hand, she held the silver scepter symbolizing the royal authority of Avalon.

The scepter was silver-white throughout, with a zigzag pattern like a spine, and at the top was a small white sword handle, which was supposedly meant to be gripped like a handrail. This made it look like a sword hidden in its sheath.

And a metal snake covered in runes coiled around it, as if it were alive. It spread out dragon-like wings near the top, but it did not have a snake's head... instead, at the end of the snake's body, there was a sharp tetrahedron, like a pyramid. The three outward-facing sides each had three green eyes opened simultaneously.

Now the "snake head" was spinning, swaying at will. The three eyes blinked, looking in different directions.

Ligeia could not grip the handrail on top—because the scepter was even taller than she was!

She could only hold it halfway up the middle, which made her look somewhat comical.

But the Minister of the Navy had to take that heirloom scepter seriously.

—It was a Divine Artifact that allowed a Transcendent on the Path of Authority to nearly increase an Energy Level! It not only possessed Sixth Power Level Strength but also had a status equivalent to the queen herself—law magic bolstered by such a noble status was virtually incontestable.

When Meg held it, she was the Meg that other nations feared.

"Your Excellency the Grand Arbitrator..."

After pondering for a moment, the Minister of the Navy began to speak gravely, wanting to explain something.

"[Silence]."

Ligeia commanded with authority, "[Before the reporters arrive, you are not to speak a word]."

The invisible Authority Force spread out, and he was silenced instantly.

"—You're quite quick to arrive."

However, "Aleister," who was also bound, just chuckled, interrupting him. She seemed completely unfazed by the tension and was not silenced by Ligeia's command.

Seated upon the Gryphon was an old man of considerable age. He wore clothing in the style of Avalon, but one could still detect the air of a foreigner in his facial features.

Old Dewis recognized him.

It was the Court Ritualist Ibn.

With closed eyes, he chanted under his breath, as if conducting a ritual.

...What was he doing here?

This baffled Old Dewis.

Immediately after, a large number of reporters appeared—these were from the Glass Staircase Daily, followers of Master Yanis.

They quickly set up their photography equipment.

And Ibn too awakened.

The Minister of the Navy clearly caught a glimpse of anger in Ibn's expression... but Old Dewis was sure he had done nothing to offend him.

However, Ibn's next words nearly stopped his heart—

"Your Excellency the Grand Arbitrator, it's here! The ritual indicates that the culprit who attacked Minister Moriarty is here! Another ritual has also completed the lock-on, Aiwass disappeared after coming here!"

It took only a moment of hesitation for the Minister of the Navy to snap back to attention.

He protested loudly, "I don't know this person! I met her for the first time today, this is a conspiracy to frame me—"

"There's no need to explain anymore, Minister Ramos."

Miss Aleister exhaled a contrived sigh, smiled helplessly, "They have traced it here, surely they have obtained conclusive evidence of our contact."

"—Who the hell contacted you, Aleister!"

The old man cursed loudly, "Today is the first time I've seen you!"

Upon hearing this, Aleister's face changed.

She pointed to the scepter held in Ligeia's hand, her expression turning cold, and scoffed, "Very well, then you tell it! Say you have not betrayed your queen, you have not accepted an invitation from Star Antimony, you have not tried to destroy my evidence, you have not sought to usurp the power of her Majesty—say it, why don't you?"

In an instant, the Minister of the Navy was choked up.

"I, however, can say it outright."

Aleister faced the bright lights of the distant flashbulbs, spreading her arms gracefully with a charming smile.

Just as the Minister of the Navy was about to say something, Ligeia glared at him, "[Silence]!"

He choked back his words instantaneously.

And "Aleister" serenely said, "I am the master of the Shadow Demon, the one referred to as 'Aleister Crowley,' the person who attacked and kidnapped Aiwass Moriarty... and the person who loves him deeply. Aiwass is now locked away in a place known only to me, and if you kill me, he will die as well.

"Listen well, everyone. I am not an Avalonian, nor am I from the Irisflower People. But I do not think I am from Star Antimony either. If I must be labeled— I believe I should be considered an 'Imperial.'

"I am a noble of the Helasal Empire, blessed with a noble lineage and favored by the Pillar God!

"Every word I speak is the truth. I ask the Grand Arbitrator, in the name of the Crown Lord, for arbitration."

"—I arbitrate."

Upon these words, Ligeia raised the scepter and proclaimed loudly, "All is true."

"Aleister" chuckled and turned to the Minister of the Navy, pointing at her own neck with a tilted head, "At this point, there's no need for any more unseemly behavior, dear Minister, is there?"

The Minister of the Navy looked at Aleister, then at Ligeia.

He sighed deeply, realizing something, and bowed his head with closed eyes.