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After failing a mission, along with losing Lia, Louis became to ashamed to hold his tittle as a Royal Knight. He felt as if he wasn't worthy, so he just disspeared from the public eye, without any trace. His disapearance was big news among the high officials in the kingdom as Louis had an amazing reputation for his feats, earning himself the name 'The Royal Killer'
5 years later, Louis is suddenly contacted but the king, who has requested for Louis's help once more. Still having the weight of his past failure along with Losing a dear friend, Louis is unsure if he is fit for the job.
After saving a girl in an alleyway, Louis remember the releife of helping someone in need. This inspires him to take on the job presented by the king. 
Nobody said the job would be safe, and surley, it won't be easy.

The Royal Detective

Here I was, walking my way down the road towards my old shack. Under my breath, I couldn't stop muttering about that idiot Alex. The audacity he has to bring up 5 years ago. 


"Yeah, he wanted to say I'd feel guilt about not taking up the mission. Of course he'd know what guilt felt like. Stupid Idiot has some nerve."


Everyone I passed only looked at me as if I were a crazy person. 


'You people act like you don't talk to yourselves sometimes'


I took a deep breath, calming my nerves as I kept traveling down the road.


My feet stopped and I froze as I passed an alleyway.


I swear, I thought I heard a shout, a cry for help. I stayed still and leaned into the alleway. I was trying to see if I could hear the shout again, but all the people walking on the road were being too loud.


'I'm probably hearing stuff at this point. I just need to go home and sleep. That's all I want.'


As soon as I started moving again, I stopped once again. There it was again, the shouting of someone in distress.


By how quiet the shouting was, It had to be further down into another alleyway. I was actually surprised I heard it considering all the background noise.


I wanted to, but it wasn't like I worked for the kingdom anymore. I wasn't necessarily contracted to help someone in need. If I was being honest, I was feeling a little too tired to help. 


'It's not like it's any of my business.'


Ignoring it felt so wrong to me, but it's not like I was in any shape to fight. As a matter of fact. Even the weakest criminal could probably beat me down. I shifted my eyes back on the road, ignoring the pleads for help.


Ignoring the Desperate Voice