"I’m delighted to see such a beautiful dance at my and Freya’s engagement party. May I ask both of your names?"

Jill came downstairs, and Freya naturally stepped forward to take his arm.

Baron noticed the woman beside him suddenly give him a strange, playful look.

The look made his heart skip a beat. ’This woman... could she have seen through my identity?’

But the woman suddenly grabbed his hand and bowed to Jill and Freya. "His name is L, and I’m KK."

Baron wanted to say something, but KK pulled him away by the hand.

Haughty while dancing, she walked away with a seductive sway.

"What an interesting woman," Freya heard her fiancé murmur.

Once they were off the dance floor, Jack came up to them, fawningly handing KK a skinned duck leg and a wineglass full of red wine.

He was acting like a total suck-up.

KK paid no mind to the strange looks from those around her. She wrapped the duck leg in a napkin, devoured it in a few quick bites, then picked up the wineglass and downed the wine in one go.

She casually placed the empty glass on a passing attendant’s tray, coolly pulled the cravat from his chest pocket to wipe her mouth, and tossed him a fifty-pound banknote as a tip.

The attendant’s face lit up.

Baron watched the woman silently, unable to shake a feeling of concern about her crimson eyes.

KK nudged Jack with her foot and whispered, "Looks like your brother has a thing for me."

Suddenly, the clear ringing of glass sounded out. It was an attendant beside Jill, tapping a wineglass with a silver spoon.

At European banquets, this was the common way to signal that someone wished to speak, asking guests to pause what they were doing and listen to their long speech.

But Jill was clearly not that type of person. When all eyes turned to him, he simply raised his glass and said:

"Thank you all so much for gracing us with your presence at my and Freya’s engagement party today."

With that, he downed the red wine in his glass, his face not flushing in the slightest.

The crowd erupted in enthusiastic applause.

’The guy’s a clean drinker, a real man in that respect,’ Baron thought. ’As for why I only give him half credit? Because the other half is standing right next to me.’

Jack, copying the gesture, raised his glass and winked at Baron. "Thank you all so much..."

Baron’s mouth twitched. ’Setting aside the fact that I’m a Transmigrator,’ he thought, ’even the original’s diary shows he barely had any contact with this Freya. To me, the so-called engagement is nothing more than a piece of paper.’

His gaze returned to the platform.

Jill then took an exquisitely decorated red box from an attendant, opened it, and revealed a brilliant ring inside.

It was a scarlet ring. The band was forged entirely from Mithril, with a polished red Crystal Stone set in the center.

Baron’s eyes flickered. ’This must be the legendary Red Dragon Scale.’

"It’s just a dead scale, fit only to commemorate a dead love," KK suddenly whispered.

What followed was the scene of a fiancé kneeling on one knee to place the ring on his fiancée’s finger. There was music, flowers, lights, cake—all the romance you could ask for.

A troublemaker in the crowd started shouting that someone from the Constantine family was present, yelling, "Give her a kiss in front of them!!!"

The whole room cheered, and applause thundered.

Jack looked at Baron, but Baron wasn’t looking at him. His expression was indifferent as he watched the picture-perfect couple surrounded by the crowd and streamers, his thoughts unreadable.

He scratched his head, pulled a duck leg out of his pocket, and handed it to a surprised Baron, saying, "I saved this for you."

For once, Baron didn’t refuse, probably because he happened to be a little hungry and because KK was staring at the duck leg with burning intensity.

The proposal ceremony soon ended, and the ball resumed. This time, both Jill and Freya took to the floor, but the new star couple didn’t dance together.

Jill invited KK, while Freya asked Baron to dance, using Miss Windsor as an intermediary.

Neither side refused. The band began to play again, and this time, the melody was much more soothing without Gold Kesha’s meddling.

Baron placed a gentlemanly hand on Freya’s waist and tried to indirectly gauge her opinion of the Constantine family by bringing up Miss Windsor.

But Freya’s answer didn’t just exceed Baron’s expectations; it completely shattered his worldview.

It made him momentarily wonder if he was holding the wrong hand, or if Freya had an evil twin sister that he’d just had the misfortune of meeting.

According to Freya, Miss Windsor was just a scheming girl trying to suck up to her, and the Constantine family was nothing more than a decrepit old man on his last legs.

As for Baron Constantin...

"When I think about how he killed my brother, I feel that Time Death Judgment was too easy on him."

As Freya spoke, she couldn’t hide the murderous intent in her eyes.

This made Baron, who had originally planned to find the right moment to lay his cards on the table, decide to change his plan.

He didn’t know what had changed Freya, but he felt the odds of convincing her to help clear his name were currently zero (0).

A warning from Jack came through the radio earpiece—the one the logistics department had originally intended for cheating. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Law Enforcers had appeared in Hyde Manor, led by none other than the Silver Lion Knight, Wilder. They were currently screening guests, closing in on the ballroom bit by bit.

"Don’t blame me, brother. In a situation like this, it’s smarter to split up and run." With that, Jack cut the radio signal.

’Has my identity been exposed? That shouldn’t be possible.’

According to what Freya said, everyone believed that "Baron Constantin" had already died during the Time Death Judgment.

Baron glanced around, and his heart sank. Sure enough, Demon Hunters and Contract Knights were appearing outside the ballroom.

They began screening the guests passing through the hall, pulling off their masks one by one. Even the accompanying orchestra was not spared.

The men and women on the dance floor only noticed the arrival of these unexpected guests when the music faltered for a moment. They watched, tense, uneasy, or wary, as the Knights and Demon Hunters removed their masks.

In response to this, Jill, the host of the party, acted as if he knew nothing, still holding KK and dancing with stately grace in the absence of music.

Finally, a Lion-eyed Knight on inspection duty came before Baron. Perhaps because of the Westminster Cathedral emblem on Baron’s cuff, his tone was slightly more respectful.

"Sir, please cooperate with our investigation..."

"Step aside. This one falls under the jurisdiction of the Demon Hunter Association."

The Knight hadn’t finished speaking when a tall, powerfully built man leading a large group of Demon Hunters cut him off.

Baron’s heart sank. It was Gold.

Gold wasted no time and got straight to the point. "I won’t make things difficult. Take off your mask, and while you’re at it, tell me where that blonde fellow who was with you went."

’Blonde fellow? Is he talking about Jack?’

A flicker of movement crossed Baron’s eyes, but Gold reached directly for his face, clearly not intending to wait for Baron to remove the mask himself.

Baron instinctively raised a hand to block him.

"You dare obstruct an officer in the line of duty?"

Gold’s brow twitched. Inwardly delighted that Baron had fallen into his trap, he ordered his followers on either side to seize him.

A red glow began to surface in Baron’s emerald eyes.

’If things go south, I definitely can’t use my identity as a Dragon Knight.’

’After all, according to Howard, he might be the only Dragon Knight left in the world. The moment my Golden Eye appears, not only will the story of "Baron’s death" be disproven, but I’ll also risk being attacked by everyone here.’

’But being a Blood Demon Hunter is different. Although I’m not sure if a Blood Faction exists among the Demon Hunter factions on the Inner Side, if I escape and get questioned later, I can blame it on one of Westminster Cathedral’s "Miaomiao Props" (Taboo Items).’

But just then, Freya, who had been silent beside Baron, stepped forward, baring her teeth like a little lioness with its fur on end.

"Gold, what do you think you’re doing? Since when did a second son of the Walter Family become so insolent?! Or do you simply have no regard for Lancelot’s Family!?"

Her words not only startled Gold, but they also left Baron completely bewildered.

’Even though she’s sticking up for me, this ex-fiancée’s behavior is... a bit too inconsistent with the person I saw before, isn’t it?’

If the Freya he met on the train and in the tavern was like a gentle, graceful Southern belle, then the Freya now was acting more like she’d just come back from a trip to New York.

But before Baron could think any more about it, Gold hurriedly bowed his head and explained, "This is a joint decision by the London Tower Templar Order and the Demon Hunter Association. They suspect..."

"Suspect what?"

Freya was like a domineering princess in a Roman court, pressing Gold relentlessly.

Gold was at a loss for words. Despite his own brutish temper, there was nothing he could do about Freya. Neither her fiancé’s Hestia Family nor Lancelot’s Family were people the Walter Family could afford to provoke.

"They suspect there is a Lawbreaker in the manor."

Everyone turned to see the Silver Lion Knight, Wilder, approaching slowly. He wore a knight’s uniform, his posture ramrod straight, his silver hair gleaming, and the lines of his face as hard as a freshly carved stone statue.

He looked at Freya calmly. "Miss Lancelot, this operation has been authorized by several major Law Enforcement Organizations. All Law Enforcers have been granted the authority to act at their own discretion. Please cooperate."

Freya opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, she just bit her lip angrily and said nothing.

The Silver Lion Knight, Wilder, was a man in whom one could find no fault, be it in status, position, strength, or appearance.

Even her fiancé, Jill Hestia, wasn’t qualified to contend with him. At the very least, an Elder from the Hestia family would have to be present.

Wilder looked at Baron. "An agent from Westminster Cathedral, I presume? Please cooperate with the investigation and remove your mask."

Baron: "..."

’Could my luck get any worse?’