The first hall of the Rose Windmill Cabaret was filled with angry voices.
Just half an hour ago, people had been dancing, singing, and shoulder to shoulder, but now they were quarrelling, raising their voices, making insulting gestures.
The police operation this time had not been notified in advance, not even to the manager, Bouvalle, let alone the sponsor, Viscount Mustung.
To enter a building owned by nobles, it was a principle to obtain prior consent.
Even if it was an urgent matter and they couldn't give advance notice, at least giving a warning before entering was the minimum courtesy.
However, the police did not follow this protocol.
They stormed in like a gang of robbers, smashing doors and wielding batons.
Viscount Mustung upon realizing the situation, turned almost ashen with embarrassment.
Arrogant police officers were dragging away the guests invited by him.
As a noble, there was no greater disgrace than this.
