She knew Friedrich's personality: paranoid, arrogant, living in the glory of the past. Yet it was precisely this personality that made him the ideal leader for the Phoenix Society, easy to manipulate, and symbolically significant enough.
Plus, there was no denying that his status was the most significant.
Halfway through the banquet, an incident occurred.
A waiter carrying a tray approached Friedrich, with desserts and coffee on the tray.
Just three steps away, the waiter suddenly dropped the tray and pulled out a handgun from beneath the napkin.
The muzzle pointed at Friedrich.
Time seemed to freeze.
The guests hadn't screamed yet, and Ivan Klaus was already in motion. Being the closest to Friedrich, he instinctively lunged forward, knocking the host to the ground.
The gunshot rang out.
The first shot hit the chandelier on the ceiling, and glass shards fell like rain.
The second shot hit Ivan's shoulder, blood blossoming.
The third shot... was silent.
