Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva
Chapter 859 - 51: Reversal of Situation, The Sword's Return Arc

On stage, Tilan hugged the spirit-dazed and pale-faced Shui Yanqing with one arm, as the crystalline barrier in front of them blocked numerous incoming bullets. Then, she turned and leaped over the heads of the crowd, flying directly to the side balcony on the third floor of the auditorium.

Since today was the grand opening ceremony, only the seats on the ground floor of the large hall were made available, and the balconies above and to the side were not open to the public, so there weren't many people around there.

"Over there!"

Someone pointed at the two people who had vanished suddenly and then reappeared, and then a few more shots rang out, striking the walls to the side, causing many of the guests below who had not yet been evacuated to panic and scream.

Stepping on the wall, Tilan moved with Shui Yanqing to the balcony on the third floor opposite the stage, which was usually reserved for VIP seating, featuring some space to avoid direct gunfire from below.

Setting Shui Yanqing down, Tilan also felt much more relieved.

"Stay here and don't move." The girl instructed Shui Yanqing, and then with a simple wave of her hand, a crystalline barrier enveloped the area, blocking any potential attacks from outside.

In the hall below, when the security personnel were preparing to forcibly apprehend Shui Yanqing and start shooting, Ores, along with Blanchi, stepped aside. Although she wanted to help, Tilan had told her to take care of Blanchi before she set off, so she did not leave her side.

While not a top contender, Ores's strength was definitely not lacking, and it wasn't a problem to protect Blanchi amidst the chaos. The various rare items she carried were also enough to ensure their safety.

On the other side of the stage, watching the chaotic scene, Flora also felt helpless and anxious, as the various people in the hall were too tense to listen to her shouting.

"Can you hear my voice?" Just as she was anxious and somewhat at a loss, a voice echoed in her mind.

Who is this? She was utterly amazed, then looked around and felt an invisible, intangible hand lightly gripping her wrist.

"I'm here, currently invisible and phasing. What's drawing their fire now is just an illusion of me."

The security personnel were shooting at the figure moving effortlessly through the air, but most of their shots missed, and below was a constant stream of shouting and screaming.

"Who are you?" Flora quickly realized that the only one capable of doing this seemed to be the Songstress.

"First, have the security personnel on the scene stand down, then lock down the entire hotel, no entry or exit. The Court of Judgment will handle the rest."

"I understand." She hesitated for a moment, then made up her mind promptly.

She then picked up a communicator by her side and connected to the earpieces of the security personnel present.

"Everyone, cease fire immediately! Prioritize maintaining order, and lock down the hotel, no entry or exit allowed."

"Everyone, cease fire immediately! Prioritize maintaining order, and lock down the hotel, no entry or exit allowed."

"I'll repeat, everyone, cease fire immediately!"

After the third call, the security personnel's agitated emotions cooled down rapidly, and they discovered that their firearms had been locked automatically, unable to shoot. This could only be done by the hotel's central main control AI, and currently, Flora, as the 'Alliance Hierarch,' was the only one with direct command over it.

The gunfire in the hall ceased, but many security officers were still not recovered from their tense reactions. At that moment, a blue flash shot out from a corner of the hall, soaring into the center and blossoming there. Then a cobalt blue Star Tear emblem appeared in the air, along with numerous tiny invisible Autonomous Units emerging and manifesting themselves. The probes beneath them shot out beams of light onto the walls of the hall, creating emblems of the Court of Judgment.

"All persons present, cease your clamor and wait in silence, the hotel is about to be taken over by the Court of Judgment!"

Cobalt blue emblems filled the entire hall, their edges also bearing momentarily generated keys, assuring that this was indeed a genuine communication from the Court of Judgment.

"What's going on?"

"Has an Inspector from the Court of Judgment arrived so quickly?"

"Is it because it involves an alien race, such a sensitive issue?"

"I'm still a bit scared."

"Is it really that serious?"

While the crowd was abuzz with discussion, several Judicial Court Patrol Officers, revealing their true identities and showing their identification, temporarily took over the command here and had security personnel urge all guests to temporarily return to the hall.

"Why should we go back when it's so dangerous there?"

"At a time like this, they should be letting us leave." Many people complained, feeling that matters should not be handled this way.

"Enough, let us go!"

Although most of the guests were cooperative, there were still a few who expressed strong dissatisfaction, thinking that at such a time, they should be allowed to leave the dangerous place.

"I'm a member of parliament. If you detain me without explanation, I will lodge a protest and demand accountability in parliament." A tall man voiced his strong discontent to the security personnel trying to keep order.

He had planned just to come by and watch the opening ceremony, then enjoy the comforts of the hotel; he did not expect these incidents to occur, which made him quite annoyed, and even diminished his regard for the Four Winds Deity family by association.

Ordinary people might fear large corporations, but he was not afraid. Since Emuralin was reformed, the Federation had enacted specific laws prohibiting major corporations from interfering in politics, especially from persecuting and threatening government officials, which is a strictly forbidden red line.

"Sir, please be quiet and remain silent."

When the security personnel couldn't suppress his loud complaints, a member of the Court of Judgment stepped forward with a Sword at his side.

"Which department and branch are you an Inspector from? I need to see your identification number." Facing this resolute elite of the Court of Judgment, his voice lowered somewhat, though he was still displeased.