Evening at the pub

Morning. The office of the Duke of Normandy. The Duke himself and the Gazelle were in it, she was reporting on the investigation.

— The investigation into the murder of the Grand Chamberlain is still in progress.

— Are there any suspects? William asked coolly.

— Yes, and we have already interrogated several, but to no avail, not a simple killer is involved in this case, but a master of his craft. — The Gazelle replied.

— Okay, keep looking. — the duke began to look at some papers.

— There is. — The Gazelle was about to leave.

— Wait a minute. The Duke stopped his subordinate. "that Prince Richard has arrived?"

— Yes, he is staying at the house where the Queen is staying now. — the Gazelle shone through.

— Hmm... track and report on all his actions, but do it as discreetly as possible.

Academy garden. Everyone is sitting at the table except Saint and Chise. Charlotte talks about the decision to move to the royal house for a while. Ange answers.

"As long as the threat is not so great, the princess should stay here.

— What if someone finds out that it's a S... Holy killed the chamberlain, Charlotte won't even be allowed a mile to the academy. — says Dorothy.

— We covered our tracks well and planted evidence unrelated to us, so the risk is minimal. — Ange defends her opinion.

Beatrice intervenes in the conversation.

"I think the princess should stay here for now.

— Well, thank you for supporting me Beatrice. — Dorothy asked ironically.

Chise arrives. Pretty tired, she asks.

— What are you discussing?

— That the princess should be in a safer place, but for some reason no one understands this. Maybe you and the Saint will make them understand? And yes, where is this "Cream slice?" — Dorothy was saying.

— I thought he was with you. — Chise claimed.

The natural history room.

Svyat was lying on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket. Dorothy, Chise and Beatrice were hovering over him, the latter asked.

— Is he really alive?

Chise poked him with the handle of her katana.

— It seems to be alive.

Svyat muttered something. Dorothy threw off the blanket.

— Well, come on, get up, there's nothing to shirk.

The saint sat down. He looked vague and faded.

— Why get up if you have to go to bed anyway?

— To get hit on the forehead! — Dorothy said, tossing her notebook.

Svyat ducked and the notebook flew past.

— But there is no need to scatter strangers. If you wanted to hit, you should at least come up.

Dorothy got angry, and Beatrice rushed to calm her down.

Chise handed the kid a briefcase.

— Well, since you're awake and almost with a fresh head, then get to work.

The Holy One took it.

— I'm not in shape right now.

Charlotte, sitting at the table with Ange, suggested.

— Maybe there is an opportunity to combine the mission and at the same time raise the team spirit?

Ange sipping tea.

— You can interrogate someone over dinner, excluding murder.

Beatrice was indignant.

— Is it necessary to kill after interrogation?

Dorothy chuckled.

— But it's really possible to come up with something. Dorothy turned to Beatrice. — Beato, do you remember where we took that constable?

— Of course, but why don't you remember?

Dorothy smiled and wanted to say something, but the Saint beat her to it.

— She was prevented by a semi-dry sweet.

Chise hit the handle again.

Dorothy was inspired.

— So, Beato, the lady with glasses and yesterday's cake are coming with me.

Holy is standing up and pulling himself up.

— I'd like to cheer up first.

— I'll make sure. — Chise said.

In the garage, Dorothy invited Steve, but he only answered.

— I would be glad, but I'm going to my parents, I can't in any way.

Dorothy was a little upset, but she still enthusiastically drove Beatrice and Ange.

When they reached the two-story house and rang the doorbell, they saw a neat blond man in the doorway. Dorothy invited a policeman to sit with her in the pub. Lawrence replied in surprise.

— Oh, good day to you, of course I would be glad to spend time with such respectable people and thank you for your help with that incident, but to be honest, I do not like mass gatherings of people. — having finished and almost said goodbye, he saw Ange. — although, you know, today I will make an exception for you.

Dorothy handed over a note with the address, time and place.

The girls who got into the car went to the place to book a table. Beatrice asked.

— I wonder why Mr. Lawrence refused at first, and then changed his mind?

Dorothy looked at Ange with a smile, and Ange, in turn, looked at Dorothy calmly.

At this time, in the control room, they were discussing strange boxes transported through the port. The colonel, lighting a cigarette, said.

— We should find out right now what's in these boxes and who needs it. Where is the squad with the head of Agent "D" now?

"7", studying important papers in parallel, replied.

— They asked for a weekend for today.

The Colonel choked.

— A weekend?! As I understand it, they are not interested in the safety of the country at all?

"L" looking through the sorted papers.

— We have already assigned this task to other agents, and as for the white pigeon team, they will deliver these boxes tomorrow.

Dollishop is sarcastic.

— We should have been so smart at their age, wouldn't we, Colonel?"

In the evening, the team drove up to a decent pub in full force. Lawrence was already waiting there. The saint noticed him and immediately asked Dorothy.

— And what kind of buffoon is this?

— This is Lawrence, he's a policeman, your drinking buddy today, and besides, you seem to be the same age. — Dorothy whispered.

— It's up to you to judge the age. Moreover, he looks too decent, and even punctual, but I will keep silent about the fact that he is an officer, in general, a suspicious freak. —The Saint was indignant.

— A freak is not a freak, but a person from whose mouth you can learn a lot, so try to just have fun, or at least not start a fight.

Everyone sat down at the table, Chise, Ange and Svyat sat on the left, starting from the wall, and on the right Charlotte, Beatrice and Dorothy, from the same wall. Lawrence was seated the width of the table.

Everyone had a great time and ate delicious food, only Dorothy, Lawrence and all the sad Saints drank. This affected their behavior, Lawrence was barely sitting, Svyat was confident, and Dorothy was having fun and, seeing a mini scene with microphones, offered to sing. The girls were reluctant, but supported the idea. They were singing the song "Take me up higher", at this time, at the table, not sober Lawrence shouted Ange's name, seeing this, the Saint took out his bottle with a clear liquid and offered it to the policeman, and he agreed.

Another half hour passed. The place is almost empty. Lawrence was already asleep, buried at the table. Dorothy was also slowly falling asleep. Even Saint by that time was smiling and listening to the conversations of Chise, Ange, Charlotte and Beatrice. The latter adjusted something behind her collar and sang "moonlight melody". Everyone listened calmly, Charlotte suddenly sang the second verse, the different voices and intonations perfectly harmonized with each other. The chorus began, Holy why got up and left. Ange followed him. The boy sat down at another table and closed, Ange sat down next to him and put her hand on his shoulder. Through his shoulder, the Saint's incessant crying was noticeable, while a touching song was heard throughout the institution.