Chapter 97: Eighty-fifth - : The Performance is About to Begin (Part One)
Colin felt he was rather unfortunate, although previously Margaret’s family had unexpectedly agreed to their relationship, which made the young man believe life was turning splendid. However, today’s events told him that perhaps the earlier incident was just the Goddess of Fate accidentally spinning the wrong thread. He was supposed to be on a hard-earned vacation, dining out with Margaret, only to encounter an assassination by cultists—not targeting him or her, but one of the failed assassins was now laying sprawled on the table before them, arms stretched out, looking every bit the innocent sufferer.
The exquisite food had fallen between the carpet, the tasty desserts had been crushed into a bloody mush, and with the one atop the table, it looked like some kind of post-modern art put together by those deranged artists from the Central Empire.
Invoking some unspeakable entities for sure.
"Sorry." The manager went around apologizing to the guests; although it wasn’t his fault, today’s mood had definitely been wrecked.
Colin’s mood was also terrible; it was supposed to be a beautiful time for just the two of them.
"It’s nothing, after all, it was an accident. But Mr. Mischael, looking at the dagger in your back, do we need to pull it out?" Margaret wasn’t too bothered by the interruption to their meal and looked at the victim sitting in the chair getting treatment, asking.
"I think it’s better not to pull it out; the position of the stab is very dangerous. Judging from the angle that the knife entered the body, it’s possible that it damaged the lungs. My suggestion is to wait for Master Ferreiro to arrive and then deal with the dagger accordingly." The Church of Justice member treating him shook his head — he was absolutely more skilled than Colin and Margaret in treating external injuries.
Mr. Mischael turned pale but nodded, gesturing that he indeed couldn’t speak, a typical sign of lung damage.
Colin rummaged through the assassin’s jacket on the table and finally pulled out a round badge from the corner of its pocket, emblazoned with a bloodied hand.
"Looks like it’s the same group of people who attacked your lady last time, Mr. Mischael." Colin handed the badge to Mischael: "The Church will definitely seek justice for you."