"Great brother, what should we do, should we chase after him?"
"Don't chase, there are Demon Hunters patrolling nearby the villa, the perpetrator can't escape. Let's go and see the situation."
Marvin made his way through the crowd and crouched down in front of Freya to check the King's breathing. After finding that there was no serious problem, he looked up at the panic-stricken Freya, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed his words.
The villa was suddenly under martial law; the Demon Hunters and the patrolling Scotland Yard Police rushed into the banquet hall, quickly sealing off the scene and preventing anyone from leaving.
The King was helped into the bedroom to lie down, and the three princes gathered around the bed with different expressions. The Second Prince looked at Great Charles with suspicious unease, Charles clenched his teeth, his palms sweating with tension, while Andrew glared angrily at his two brothers...
