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Cecil whispered under the moonlit forest, "Your Majesty, it seems there is no one around."
"Well, the tomb keeper's gone too. It would be weird if anyone is here at this hour."
"Your Majesty, I am not as bold as you are."
"Bold? Me?" I retorted to Cecil while turning my head toward the three rascals carrying shovels around their backs.
Edwin, having bravely stuck his shovel in front of Trivia Grokter's tomb, put his foot on the tool and looked up at the sky.
He then proclaimed loudly, "Perfect night for tomb robbing!"
Cecil held her forehead and staggered. I extended my hand to the confused chief inspector. Seeing my hand, Cecil appeared as if she was humbled by my assistance.
She shook her head and said, "I'm fine, Your Majesty."
"I know you are. Take this."
Only then did Cecil notice the shovel in my hand.
