Morning.
The Duke of Normandy's office.
The Duke himself and 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. Gazelle replied.
— Okay, keep looking. — The duke started looking at some papers.
— There is. — Gazelle was about to leave.
— Wait a minute. The duke stopped his subordinate. — Prince Richard has arrived?
— Yes, he is staying at the house where the Queen is staying now. — Gazelle asked.
— Hmm... monitor and report on all his actions, but do it as stealthily as possible.
Academy garden.
Everyone is sitting at the table except Svyat 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 Svy... Holy killed the chamberlain, and Charlotte won't be allowed anywhere near the academy. — says Dorothy.
— We covered our tracks well and planted evidence unrelated to us, so the risk is minimal. — Ange defends his 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. Can you and Svyat bring them to reason? And yes, where is this yarrow? — Dorothy was saying.
I thought he was with you. — claimed Chise.
The natural history room.
The saint was lying on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket. Dorothy, Chise, and Beatrice were hovering over him, and 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 pulled the blanket off him.
— Well, come on, get up, there's nothing to shirk.
Svyat sat down. He looked vague and faded.
— Why get up if you have to go to bed anyway?
— To get on the forehead! — said Dorothy, throwing a notebook.
Svyat ducked and the notebook flew past.
— You don't have to throw other people's things around. If she wanted to hit him, she should at least come over.
Dorothy got angry, Beatrice rushed to calm her down.
Chise handed the boy a briefcase.
— Well, since you've woken up and your head is almost fresh, then let's get to work.
Svyat 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 spirit of the team?
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?
— Sure, but why don't you remember?
Dorothy smiled and wanted to say something, but the Saint beat her to it.
— She was interrupted by a semi-dry sweet.
Chise struck with the hilt again.
Dorothy is excited.
— So, Beato, the lady with glasses and yesterday's cake are coming with me.
Holy, 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'd love to, but I'm going to my parents, I just can't.
Dorothy was a little upset, but she enthusiastically drove Beatrice and Ange anyway.
When they reached the two-story house and rang the doorbell, they saw a neat blond man standing in the doorway. Dorothy invited a policeman to join her at the pub. Lawrence replied in surprise.
— Oh, good day to you, I would certainly be glad to spend time with such respectable people and thank you for your help in that... There was an incident, but to be honest, I don't like mass gatherings of people. — having finished speaking and almost saying goodbye, he spotted Ange. — but although you know, today I will make an exception for you.
Dorothy handed over a note with an address, time, and place.
The girls got into the car and 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 that time, the control discussed the 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 Agent D in charge now?
"7", studying important papers in parallel, answered.
— They asked for a day off for today.
The Colonel choked.
— A day off? I take it they're 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 Dove team, they will deliver these boxes tomorrow.
Dollishop is sarcastic.
— We should have had that kind of savvy at their age, right, Colonel?
In the evening, the team drove up to a decent pub in full force. Lawrence was already waiting there. Svyat noticed him and immediately asked Dorothy.
— 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.
— Rather yours, and should you judge the age? Moreover, he looks too decent, and even punctual, but I won't say anything about the fact that he's an officer, in general, he's a suspicious freak. — Svyat 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 was having a great time and eating delicious food, only Dorothy, Lawrence and the still sad Saint were drinking. This affected their behavior, Lawrence could barely sit up, Svyat was confident, and Dorothy was tipsy and, seeing a mini-stage with microphones, offered to sing. The girls were reluctant, but they supported the idea. They were singing the song "Take me up higher", at that time, at the table, not sober, Lawrence was shouting Ange's name, seeing this, Svyat took out his bottle with a clear liquid and offered it to the policeman, who 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 Svyat by that time listened with a smile 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 did you get up and leave. 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 Svyat's incessant crying could be seen, while a touching song could be heard throughout the institution.