A light skinned lady rushed towards them. She was a majestic creature. A female with the lightest of skin Elizabeth had ever seen it could even be considered a beautiful chalk-white color. Hair pin straight black hair travelled towards her abdomen whilst the frontals were pulled back by a red and black ribbon. Her slim face flushed, while her bright red eyes gleamed cheerfully.

An Alpha she-wolf.

She held onto her bell-shaped gown, while walking towards them in long strides. Finally she reached and gave a deep bow which Elizabeth thought was unnecessarily dramatic…. But you know… whatever works.

She raised her hair up with a gentle smile on her face. "Good day to Lord Fóix, I was beyond ecstatic once I heard you had taken over the Butcher case, all the other Detectives at the Office are so incompetent."

Elizabeth nearly choked on her own saliva once she heard the lady speak. What was this? This kind of compliment? It was true that Oliviér was the best of the best Detective but this….. Elizabeth could not help but think this lady was exaggerating things.

Oliviér still wore his usual nonchalant expression, but as she spoke he broke into a smile, it was not the "sweet" type she had seen on him, but rather a simple one, void of any kind of emotion.

"My Lady of the Spring you have grown far more beautiful than I remember," he stretched forth his hand, grabbing her smaller and lighter hand and then gently kissing the back of the hand.

The Lady of the Spring's light face slowly turned into a fair pink, it rose from her neck and spread towards her cheek, and unlike Elizabeth's which were more concealed due to her olive colored skin, the Lady's were as bright as the day.

She raised her dark red eyes at Oliviér. "Lord Fóix, I had told you the last time we met that you should address me as Vivian, we are friends are we not?"

Oliviér nodded, setting his hands behind him. "I also remember telling my Lady to call me Oliviér rather than Lord."

Elizabeth gaped at the man. His tone was so gentle, and friendly, Elizabeth doubted this was the same man who had called her Human Scum, Commoner, Peasant and Wastrel, and she was aware he would come up with more colorful ways to address her soon.

She could not help but tilt her head forwards to get a clearer view of the man's face which had caused her to unintentionally garner the attention of the Lady Vivian who had not paid her attention before.

As her eyes landed on Elizabeth, her smile twitched only for a millisecond. "Brother Oliviér, who is this person?" She asked.

Elizabeth nearly raised an eyebrow, so they were on Brother status now?

Oliviér flicked his eyes from Elizabeth back to Lady Vivian. "This is my new assistant…. Eh…." He seemed to be suddenly having trouble remembering her name.

Elizabeth refrained herself from rolling her eyes, now this was the true Oliviér. "Elizabeth Vilré, sir," she muttered.

"Yes, Elizabeth," Oliviér repeated. "Never mind her, she is new, I recently employed her."

"But Brother Oliviér, do you think it is wise to refuse my cousin Andrew for a…. Commoner?" Lady Vivian asked, focusing her attention back to Oliviér.

It was not hard to spot Elizabeth as a Commoner, though she had fairer skin than most; her skin was too dark for any Noble and every middle-class Family would pour their resources on polishing their daughters so they would marry well and return the fortune back to the Family.

Only Commoners had such a skin.

The void smile on Oliviér's face began twisting, it twisted swiftly into his star "sweet" smile. "Lady Vivian, Andrew Hill does not know his left from his right even if common knowledge slapped him in the face whereas my new assistant….." he paused mid-way.

He turned back to Elizabeth and opened his mouth again. "Assistant, come here and speak to Lady Vivian about your qualifications."

Elizabeth was stunned by the request. Huh? She wanted to speak in return to the request but the rise of Oliviér's eyebrow shut her up. She stepped forward.

"My Lady, I earned a number in long range marksmanship, my scouting skills are impeccable, my observation skills are second only to an Alpha, my knowledge in long terms is fair and to quote my Headmaster when in terms of being a Good Detective I….." She trailed off knowing she had spoken too much.

She glanced at Oliviér whose eyebrow was still up, clearly questioning her on why she stopped. "..... I would beat any Werewolf hands down." She spoke softly.

Oliviér's lips hooked. "Very good, Assistant, and would you look at the time? We might miss such a splendid event if we wait longer, come little assistant."

Oliviér ushered Elizabeth as he began walking away, not even paying Lady Vivian another glance.

Lady Vivian, while pressed by Oliviér's consistent rudeness, also felt a twinge of pity for the poor Commoner. She had no idea what she landed into.

Elizabeth quietly followed Oliviér before he broke the somberness. "I suppose you have questions you wish to ask?"

Elizabeth nodded hastily, adding to her speed so she could stand beside Oliviér. "Sir who was that?" She asked.

"That, my Commoner assistant is the First Princess of Hara, our beloved Lady of the Spring, the Moon that shines something….. or some shit along that line," Oliviér added a shrug of his shoulder to his words.

Elizabeth however was not so carefree. Oliviér had behaved in such a disrespectful manner to the Princess? Would the Princess order to have Elizabeth's head off because she listened to Oliviér's orders? What happened to don't kill the messenger!

"S-sir b-but,"

"Pay mind to her, my Commoner assistant, in fact do not even speak of her, while Commoners are a stain in this world but Nobles are comparable to them, both worlds are a scourge, never forget that assistant."

Elizabeth disregarded the insults in his words and digested the advice even though she quite did not understand. Didn't Oliviér support Nobles? Why was he comparing them to Commoners?

Elizabeth shook her head knowing she would never understand the way his mind worked.

They walked until they had reached a balcony, a few other men dressed as nicely as Oliviér stood there, and they were all looking at the sea of people gathered below. Elizabeth had wondered why so many people were allowed into the Tower's veranda which was an extension of the Palace.

Until from that height she spotted an altar with ropes hanging from the wood above the altar.

Elizabeth frowned. "Sir what are we doing here?"

Oliviér places his hands on the edge of the balcony. "Gentry Galloway is a nuisance rebel who colluded with a traitor Lord called Howard Cliffe, a night ago the Lord and his men were brutally murdered by biggest suspect being the Butcher Bleach, only Gentry and his farmer circle remained."

While Elizabeth diligently listened to the words Oliviér spoke she also marked how he used insults in each sentence.

Elizabeth nodded. "Gentry? I have heard of that name before.

"Of course, I reckon every Commoner has heard of their pathetic boy wonder hero, some sort of hybrid robinhood, awfully unsettling to think about the miscreant.

Today we are about to watch him be executed for his crimes of betrayal to his Kingdom and his Crown, only I wished that the Lord was here to share the rope."

Elizabeth nodded before stopping half way. "Wait execution?"

"Move out of the way!" A soldier shouted, dragging with him along with another soldier a beaten half to death man.

"It's happening!" Someone from the crowd yelled.

They brought the beaten man to the altar. "Today….." one of the guards wearing silver armor started.

As he spoke of Gentry's crimes while the other guards settled Gentry into the rope, Elizabeth's heart beat faster…. This was the first time she had watched a real execution.

As he stopped he turned to Gentry who they hand dropped the rope, settling him into a choking state. "Any last words traitor?"

Gentry the traitor continued to choke. The wolfbang in his veins greatly suppressed his Wolf side, disabling him from using his claws.

He kneaded his nails on the rope while struggling for air, with great difficulty he managed to rasp. "F….fu..fuck t…t..th…e c….r..ro..wn!"

His face had turned pale blue and just before the eyes of Elizabeth the man took his last breath.

The air turned solemn.

Fuck the crown. The words sunk into Elizabeth's head.

"Fuck the crown!"

Elizabeth was jolted by the unexpected yell.

"Fuck the crown!"

"Fuck the crown!"

She looked down, realizing people had begun yelling the last words of Gentry Galloway.

"Fuck the crown!"

She lost herself to the yell, panic starting to set in but as a Half wolf the swishing of the air caught her attention.

She raised her head just in time to see the arrow about to penetrate her forehead.