"We must arrest all the criminals and make sure they never dare to show their faces in Neverwinter City again!"

Nightingale held Asha's shoulders and said loudly.

"Uh, yes... Lady Nightingale," Asha shrank back, "But it's almost bedtime..."

"It's still early, let's think carefully about tomorrow's strategy," her eyes sparkled, "No one can escape our pursuit, not even the most cunning rat! By the way, you don't have to call me 'Lady', witches in the alliance are used to calling each other sisters."

"Yes... Sister Nightingale."

Good heavens, Asha didn't know how she, an ordinary townswoman, suddenly had to catch criminals. Isn't that what the patrol should be doing? And ever since returning from His Highness the Prince's room, Lady Nightingale... no, Sister Nightingale, had been extremely excited, repeating the phrase "I want to catch the criminals with my own hands" over and over again.

She really is a witch heroine who hates evil, Asha thought to herself, but can I really help her?

Thinking of this, she asked cautiously, "What should we do? I've never caught a criminal before."

"Catching the murderer is my mission," Nightingale patted her chest, "You just need to recreate the murder scene and let everyone see who the real killer is!"

"You mean, recreate the moment the criminal struck?" Asha hesitated, "But how can I know when the other person acted?"

"Uh—" Nightingale paused, "That's true. How many times can you use your ability in a day?"

"After practicing with Sister Wendy for a week, I can currently use it four times, but that should be the limit," Asha said dejectedly, "My magic power is very limited. If I want to extend the duration of the illusion, the number of times will have to decrease. Also, the time cannot exceed two days, otherwise the rate of magic consumption will increase significantly."

"What about the duration?"

"Half, half a quarter of an hour."

"Hmm... not enough," Nightingale walked back and forth by the bed, "It would be troublesome if the criminal wasn't included in the moment it's recreated." She thought for a long time, "If we reduce the duration, can we try it more times?"

"I should be able to... but I don't know if I can," Asha muttered softly, "Sister Wendy said that as long as I precisely control my magic power, I can freely control the duration of the ability, but every time I use magic power, I always feel like it's running away very quickly."

"It's a pity Earl Sperre is not here," she looked a little regretful, "Since that's the case, let's guess a time and take our chances."

"Take... take our chances?"

"Yes!" she smiled, "I've always been lucky! Otherwise, I wouldn't have met Prince Roland." Speaking of which, her tone suddenly dropped, "... it's just a few days too late."

Can that still be called good luck! A voice seemed to be shouting in Asha's heart, how can this luck be reliable! Not to mention a few days too late, even half an hour late, my ability would be meaningless... Woo, will we be able to catch the criminal smoothly tomorrow?

"Okay, let's go to sleep." Nightingale blew out the candle, and the night instantly poured in from the window, filling the room.

"Yes," she responded softly, climbed onto the big bed, and instantly felt herself surrounded by a layer of soft bedding.

God, is this the kind of bed used by nobles? It's too comfortable, Asha buried her head in the odorless pillow, feeling the slight depression of her body, and relaxed completely. Before long, a heavy sleepiness washed over her.

I wonder if the witches living in His Highness's castle can also have such comfortable bedding? If they slept on this every day, they probably wouldn't want to get up in the morning...

In a daze, she heard Nightingale's whisper beside her.

"I am his shield..."

Then Asha fell into a dream.

...

The next day, as soon as it was light, she was woken up by Nightingale.

"Get up, we should go."

She said spiritedly.

"Yes..."

Asha reluctantly crawled out of the quilt, put on her coat, and followed Nightingale down to the first floor of the castle. In the hall, a tall, brown-haired man was pacing back and forth. Seeing the two of them appear, he immediately stepped forward and saluted, "Hello, I am Earl Laine Medde of the Elk Family, here to wait by His Highness's order. You must be Lady Nightingale, and who is this?"

"Asha, my assistant." Nightingale raised her head slightly, "She is also a witch."

"Is that so?" He looked slightly surprised, but quickly nodded to Asha, "That's great, with your help, the criminal will have nowhere to hide."

"Where are your men?"

"They're all waiting outside the castle."

"Very good, let them wait a while longer, I haven't had breakfast yet."

"Of course, please enjoy."

Asha stared at the two of them with wide eyes until Nightingale turned and walked towards the dining room, then she hurriedly followed. Good heavens, was that really Sister Nightingale just now? She had never seen her look so dignified - no, dignified wasn't accurate, it was more like a high-ranking aura, as if she was also a noble.

That's definitely not something a commoner could have.

And he's an Earl! Still an extremely young Earl. If he were in Goldensand City, he would definitely be the most perfect object in the eyes of women. If it were me, I'd probably be too nervous to even speak in front of him, but Nightingale didn't seem to care at all, and even made him wait the whole time.

"Is this not good?" Asha cautiously asked the worry in her heart.

"Don't worry, His Highness said that in his territory, a noble is just a title, and an Earl can't possibly eat you in one bite," Nightingale smiled, "Besides, the Security Bureau is a department with a higher status than the City Hall. I am his superior, why can't I make him wait for me?"

Asha suddenly felt that the figure of the woman in front of her had become unattainable.

After breakfast, the group left the castle and headed to the scene of the crime - just last night, another victim died at home, but this time the location was at the intersection of North Street and West Street.

"The fourth one," Nightingale frowned, "And the location is also moving westward."

"This shows that the murderer has noticed that committing crimes in the same neighborhood is not as effective in spreading fear," Laine nodded, "After all, the Rat Syndicate no longer exists."

After walking into a muddy alley for a while, the police officer leading the way stopped in front of a dilapidated wooden house, "Your Excellency, this is it."

Asha followed Nightingale into the wooden house, and her heart suddenly jumped.

She saw a man lying face up on the floor, his neck cut open, and blood was all over the place. On the wall facing the door was a dark red crossed crown mark, and a strong smell of blood rushed to her face.

"Ugh..." She quickly covered her mouth, almost throwing up. (。)"