Chapter 52 The Assassination

• It was the early hours of the morning.
• Despite the crowd, a moment of tranquility finally descended upon the brilliantly lit streets of Hofcaster. The evening breeze swayed amidst the gentle buzzing of insects, and from the distant sea came the intermittent sound of ship horns. Dim and peaceful, the street lights illuminated the path home for the returning wanderers.
• The serenity was so poetic and picturesque that it looked like a scene out of a painting.