Arthur glanced from the unconscious bodyguard to his employer who shrunk in fear under his gaze and he sighed tiredly.Squatting to inspect the unmoving body before him, he placed gloved fingers on the man's neck, inwardly satisfied at the presence of a pulse.Killing him was unnecessary as the man was nothing but a bug trying to pester the hunter who awaited his prey.“Get his body out of the hallway and don't ever bother me again, are we clear?” The masked Arthur asked, his tone a mixture of irritation and iciness.The employer of the unconscious bodyguard nodded vigorously in response, his actions so erratic that his mask threatened to fall off. Watching the masked bodyguard walk away, the man's thoughts raced.Just what kind of monster had he encountered that his personal guard, one that had faced some of the most dangerous situations in the entire field when compared to other bodyguards and he overcame them all, had fallen at his feet in a single blow.Even that was merely an ass

It was now time for the event that had gathered the elite aboard the Blue Horizon to begin. The occasion they had all been anticipating since the moment they received their gold and black invitation cards, and they planned to not let anything interfere with their enjoyment.The auction was about to begin and a large portion of the guests filed out of their rooms, chatting between themselves, ready and eager to see what would be on sale and if the rumors of a few rare items being present was true.When one viewed the attendees, they could be generally divided into two groups; the first were the more experienced ones, who had witnessed and participated in several auctions over the years. Among them were the older ones, the first generation of attendees so to say and they were given the V.I.P treatment.That was to be expected when one considered the main fact that they were the first to take the risk and invest in a starting business when a majority declined the offer. While the ones w

“So what's the plan? Is there anything else I should note during our time there?” Henri asked, his tone and expression grave.Both he and Arthur were in the middle of preparing for the auction on the floor below and by preparing it simply involved dressing to fit the occasion.Henri donned the dinner wear that he packed when he left the Lefevre house and Arthur put on his fitted tuxedo, one that could not only act as the outfit of an esteemed guest, it would also enable him free movement should be faced with an emergency for the role he played.While he adjusted his white formal shirt, he glanced at Henri, noting his expression with a sigh.“You asked if there's anything else you should note, yes?”Henri glanced at Arthur with a brow raised, “I did, why? Is there a problem.”“Remain calm and don't let those emotions cloud your judgment.” Arthur replied curtly, turning away as he put on his black tuxedo jacket. A somewhat tense silence settled between the two men as one pondered how t

A soft knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts and brought about a subconscious affirmative response. She looked up as Leon, Arthur’s close associate and head of security, entered the room. He was one who had never left Arthur's side since he had returned except for the recent journey he undertook and she couldn't help but be worried at the fact.Arthur had told her that Leon was someone who served in the military with him during the events of the war and unlike the medic that he portrayed himself to be, he explained that Leon was one who fought on the frontline during the war.He mentioned how much of a skilled soldier he was and while conveniently leaving out the parts of being the war god, her cousin went on to explain some of his achievements during the war.Achievements that could only have been possible because of the war god, but Luna didn't need to know that.This was his main justification for telling Luna that Leon was to remain to guard his house, Agatha and her es

As he began scanning through it, his eyes widened slightly. “This might be something. It looks like as of yesterday there was increased movement of cargo near an old warehouse district on route to the port. It could be connected to the Merchant’s auction.”Upon hearing the news, Commissioner Geston’s interest was piqued. “I say it’s worth investigating. We should send a team to check it out, discreetly.”Nodding in response, the detective closed the file, his demeanor shifting from frustration to determination. “I’ll get a team ready. If this is a lead, we need to follow it closely.”“Keep me informed of any developments. And remember, even if it seems like we’re not making progress, every piece of information brings us closer to uncovering the truth.”The Commissioner remarked, rising from his chair.As his subordinates left the office to prepare for the investigation, he paced around his office, lost in thought. The Hughes family’s web of deceit was a formidable challenge, but he w