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Gazed down upon by those eyes, Croix felt a chilling shiver in an instant.

Was my earlier crisis warning about this?

Has he guessed it was me again?

Realizing this possibility, her heart was nearly overwhelmed by shock and confusion.

Why?

How could he possibly guess that I am here?!

Is there some kind of tracking marker on me? Did he notice changes in the shadows? Or did I unintentionally reveal some flaw?

"Director Gordon."

Just as an increasingly panicked Croix hesitated about whether to leave Aiwass's shadow, Aiwass suddenly raised his voice and called out, "Please come here."

She saw her chance, seizing the moment Aiwass looked up to call someone, she immediately transitioned into the shadow of Isabel, who was beside Aiwass.

Now you should not be able to find me!

At that moment, Princess Isabel seemed to sense something. She frowned in discomfort, as if feeling a little unwell.

That was actually quite normal.

Transcendents from the Path of Beauty are much more sensitive than those of other paths... but fortunately, she didn't know about the Shadow Stealth skill.

In the end, she did not directly detect something in her shadow. Croix reassured herself internally.

And upon hearing Aiwass's call, Director Gordon, though slightly frowning, duly walked over.

"Have you found something, Mr. Aiwass?"

The old director asked.

After Director Gordon had approached, Aiwass then showed a calm and gentle smile.

It was a confident smile of someone holding a winning hand.

"That's right, Director Gordon. Please protect me," said Aiwass as he took out an exquisitely crafted Elf Pistol from his bosom.

Whether it was an illusion or not, Director Gordon felt its silver casing, engraved with thorns and filigree, seemed for a moment to dull.

In the next instant, the old man's expression became serious. Without any visible movement, the old Knight, who had been over a meter away, appeared at Aiwass's side in an instant, his strong right hand lightly resting on Aiwass's wrist.

Because Aiwass's gun muzzle was too close to Princess Isabel.

If it hadn't been for Aiwass deliberately calling out to him earlier, and that he was aiming at the shadow at his own feet, the old Knight might have moved to subdue him the moment Aiwass drew his gun. Your journey continues on M V L

Now he rested his hand on Aiwass's wrist, confident that his actions would be faster than a bullet. At this distance, if Aiwass tried to aim at Isabel's vital spots, he could easily interfere.

However, Aiwass did not panic but just stared at the shadow beneath his feet.

Watching the direction of his gaze, Croix also breathed a sigh of relief. Although she could still feel a sense of danger, compared to the life-threatening crisis she felt under Aiwass's shadow, the current situation was much easier.

Under the quiet scrutiny of almost everyone in the club, Aiwass spoke leisurely, "I have just undergone complex thinking and reasoning, and have a bold idea. Of course, it is mixed with irrational inspiration. I cannot guarantee this conjecture is correct; it's merely an idea. But just in case, I still called over Director Gordon."

With his preparatory speech complete, Aiwass suddenly pulled the trigger at the shadow beneath his feet.

Bang—

The muzzle flared, and a bullet was truly fired, startling almost everyone, except for Croix, who was slightly relieved.

Almost in the next instant, without any hesitation, Aiwass tilted the gun and aimed at the shadow of Isabel, which was connected to his own.

Bang—

A second bullet was shot, and a sharp, shrill scream rose from beneath Isabel's shadow.

A young girl with a pained and twisted face, dressed in a thin white dress, staggered out of her shadow.

This made Isabel's scalp tingle instantly.

When did she slip into my shadow!

The old Knight reacted with extreme speed.

Almost without hesitation, his right hand, which had been resting on Aiwass's wrist, shot out instantly, striking Croix, who was standing between Aiwass and Isabel.

Although it was just a bullet, Croix's right shoulder felt as if it had been slashed by a sharp blade, nearly severed.

A gust of wind blew and Croix was directly knocked away.

The hair of Aiwass and Isabel next to her was messily blown about by the fierce wind, and Croix smashed through a countertop and heavily crashed into the shelves behind the bar with a loud bang.

Meanwhile, Croix's grip on the books titled "Dracula," as well as her glasses, scattered on the spot.

Having pushed the assailant away from Princess Isabel, the old Knight finally drew his sword.

The two-handed sword was drawn, its splendid and radiant silver glow burning along the blade like silver fire.

He immediately rushed over, like an ancient knight.

Croix, who had been pushed against the wall, was in agony as she again melted into the shadows, fleeing the club at tremendous speed along the ground. Director Gordon charged out right behind her.

"The mark is confirmed, right?" Aiwass asked the Shadow Demon internally.

[Of course, my master... Without fail,] came the hoarse, low voice of the Shadow Demon.

[I can hardly wait to drown that audacious thief in the shadows.]

Just then, his Shadow Demon was suddenly awakened.

Someone had entered his shadow.

The Shadow Demon felt unusually angered by the invasion of its domain. If it hadn't been for Aiwass's urgent appeasement, it might have instantly torn that brazen assassin to pieces right in front of everyone, sprinkling her evenly within a fifty-meter radius.