An impatient 'Tap. Tap. Tap.' echoed along the walls of the office belonging to Her Highness, Beatrice the Pope. She was feeling quite anxious, and as a result, was tapping her pen on her desk.
The reason for this was obvious. It had been roughly a week since Lua Moonsilver had been captured, yet there were still no traces of him. Their in depth investigations all over Buevonville yielded no results, and ultimately they were left without knowledge on how to solve the issue.
Despite the countless reports of blank and empty papers, she still continually ordered the teams to continue their investigations. Sooner or later, every home would be searched, and so would every alleyway.
One issue that didn't sit right with her was that most of the locations they searched were rather far away. Her knowledge on the Trickster descendancy was limited, so she had little idea on how far they went.
