The past was built upon collecting unique characteristics.

Ronan's right hand, which was resting on the scabbard, was not even fully drawn from the weapon; his thumb merely pushed the blade upwards an inch.

It's sizzling!

A blinding bolt of lightning suddenly burst forth, tearing through the air and hurtling straight toward Morian!

The speed was so fast that even with the "danger premonition" warning, the electric current only grazed the afterimage left by Morian before hitting the sofa behind him.

A charred hole burst open in the center of the sofa, scattering stuffing everywhere, and filling the air with a pungent, burnt smell.

Using "passage," Morian appeared on the other side of the living room, pointing his index finger forward slightly, his pupils suddenly becoming deep.

The next instant, several black, slimy tentacles with strange patterns on their surfaces sprang out from the shadows of the floor and walls, wrapping around the wrists and ankles of the "Swordholder" as if they were alive.

A strange glint flashed in Ronan's eyes; he was clearly experiencing the mental interference from the "Touch of Evil Thoughts."

But even in this tense moment, the swordsman simply closed his eyes slowly and then uttered a short word:

"Armed – Liberation!"

The moment the syllable fell, a tremendous spiritual pressure swept through the entire agency like a hurricane!

The black tentacles that had been binding his limbs suddenly disintegrated, turning into countless gray-black dust particles that drifted away.

Centered on Ronan Astray, an invisible force field rapidly expanded outward, violently crushing everything around him. Furniture in the hall overturned, and books on the shelves scattered all over the floor with a crash.

His black tuxedo was reshaped by his ability, transforming into a magnificent and impeccably tailored pure black officer's uniform, with pale gold patterns flowing across the hem and epaulets. A dark blue robe with gold trim floated behind him without wind.

When she opened her eyes again, those azure eyes had turned into pure gold, shining like golden pupils.

Morian raised his left hand to protect his face, and the immense wind pressure and aura forced him to stagger back a few steps.

More importantly, he could clearly feel that after releasing this state, the other person's seemingly thin dress seemed to become indestructible, and the aura emanating from the person increased exponentially.

A simple amplification weapon composed of dense spiritual energy—is this one of the paths to destiny controlled by the royal family?!

Morian took a deep breath and conjured a blazing white spear in his hand, hurling the spearhead toward Ronan with a whooshing sound!

Seemingly surprised that the detective before him would continue to resist, a flicker of astonishment crossed Ronan's eyes, but he didn't even make a move to dodge, simply uttering another word:

"Scattered flowers".

As soon as he finished speaking, the blazing white spear that had been attacking him was as if it had been sliced ​​by countless blows, and it disintegrated in mid-air, turning into countless sparks that scattered and reflected in Ronan's calm golden eyes.

Immediately afterwards, he finally drew the knife completely from his right hand.

The straight-bladed longsword was entirely bright silver, and the moment it was drawn from its sheath, even the lights in the entire office dimmed for a moment.

Chi Chi Chi -!

Without any swinging motion, merely the gesture of drawing a sword, countless invisible slashes filled Morian's vision!

The slashes crisscrossed, leaving pale golden traces in the air. When materialized, they formed a net that covered all the space for dodging.

Not only on the walls and ceiling, but also throughout the entire firm, deep slash marks appeared.

"This is the second warning," Ronan's voice was icy cold, devoid of any warmth. "It's also the second time I'm giving you a chance to give up resisting."

Morian stopped what he was doing. He could clearly feel that the pressure emanating from the other party was far greater than that of Quilt, and even stronger than that of the pastors of the End Church.

The two are simply not on the same level, no wonder Charlotte said something like "only one in ten chance".

That one percent chance of success is probably the most optimistic calculation under the premise of risking one's life.

Shadows shifted, and the phantom of a demonic wolf slowly rose from behind, silently opening its blood-red maw.

At the same time, Morian gripped the Key of Chaos tightly in his left hand. If the other party really didn't leave any room for maneuver, at least he would still have a last resort.

At this tense moment, a flustered female voice came from outside the office, accompanied by hurried footsteps.

"Please wait a moment!"

Upon hearing the shout, Ronan immediately turned to look, and Morian also turned his head in the direction of the sound. If any ordinary citizens caught in the crossfire were accidentally injured, the situation would become truly serious.

Charlotte was seen running towards them, lifting her skirt, her long, light brown hair swaying slightly in the night breeze.

She had obviously just arrived from nearby. When she saw the two people facing off inside the office and the mess, Charlotte was taken aback at first, but then stepped between them without hesitation.

"Lord Ronan, Mr. Morian, please stop!" Charlotte opened her arms to the swordsman. "There must be some misunderstanding."

Upon seeing this, Ronan immediately dispelled the magnificent spiritual armor on his body, and the oppressive aura that filled the entire space dissipated.

"Miss White, although this detective is a collaborator of the White family, he is also suspected of violating the kingdom's laws." He frowned slightly, feeling somewhat troubled by this young lady.

"I know!" Charlotte interrupted him, her tone firm and unwavering.

"I know that it was Mr. Morian who broke into White Company that night, and I also know that he used the identity of a journalist as a disguise, but all of this was to investigate a case commissioned by my family."

"Sir Ronan, I am willing to vouch for Mr. Morian in the name of the White family, that his actions were not malicious, and the final outcome proved his investigation to be effective. The case is now closed, isn't it?"

Ronan looked at the stubborn girl in front of him, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke in a gentler tone:

"But I want to ask about more than just that night. He was also present at the scene of the case in the dock area. An unregistered ascendant's involvement in multiple major incidents warrants investigation."

“Then please conduct an investigation,” Charlotte said without hesitation. “But an investigation should not be conducted by breaking and entering a private residence late at night or resorting to violence at the slightest disagreement.”

"Your Excellency Ronan, you represent the Royal Guard, the law and order of the kingdom. If even you don't follow procedures, how can we commoners trust the monarchy's impartiality?"

Charlotte's words were forceful and resolute, revealing a toughness and spirit that contrasted sharply with her outward appearance.

After hearing these words, Ronan's eyes flickered slightly. He looked at Charlotte, then at Morian who was still on guard, and finally sheathed the silver longsword completely.

"You're right, the degree is important." Ronan's voice returned to calm as he fixed his gaze on Morian. "But my intervention was actually a coercive measure taken because this detective refused to cooperate with the questioning."

"Now, I am formally informing Morian Thias that the Royal Family needs your cooperation in the investigation due to your alleged involvement in several major incidents."

At this point, Ronan's lips curled into a smile that held a deeper meaning.

"You have the right to remain silent, and you also have the right to hire a lawyer, provided you can find one willing to get involved in this matter."