Jean-François hadn't intended to bring Marie into the plot so early on, but Leonard Bonar and the chevaliers were growing restless. (It also wouldn't be long before Isaac discovered his son's involvement.) Anyway, Marie was content to accompany him and Raphael on a 'fieldtrip' to Notre Dame. The location appeared on her violin when it resonated with the seal from his pocket watch.

"The Dragon Crown sleeps at the foot of the Holy Mother, lulled by the princess of the moon," Jean-François recited as the three of them approached the cathedral. There was an odd lack of tourists for this time in the afternoon thanks to the chevaliers stalking around. They were intimidating, if anything. Yet, they failed to capture a small canine. How would they fare with the Vergier family? Inspector Vergier had Raphael's coin. He was one step closer to uncovering the meaning of the seal. All the more reason to escalate the organization's plans.

"The journal never mentioned anything about a Dragon Crown," Raphael muttered. He was just bitter because his mutt had been left with Josette at the convent. Jean-François was glad to be rid of the dog— it had caused enough trouble yesterday, running off with Isaac's diary.

"Of course not," Jean-François dismissed. "It's a legendary artefact that has been sought after for years. One doesn't discuss these things lightly."

Obliviously optimistic, Marie tried to raise Raphael's spirits. "We'll find it. We just need to work out what the riddle means by 'princess of the moon'."

"That's where your talents are required, Marie."

Inside the cathedral, they came to a stained-glass window of the Mother Mary. Jean-François said a silent prayer; for his emperor, for his country, for victory. He had been chosen to restore France to its former glory. There wouldn't be a pauper left in Paris when he succeeded.

Plastering on a smile, he turned to Marie. "Why don't you play Moon Princess here?"

Raphael interrupted, "Moon Princess?"

"It's the song my mother left for me," Marie explained sombrely, "along with my violin. I've practiced it every day in the hope that she will recognize me."

Elizabeth's sentiments had cost her daughter's identity. After discovering Marie's true heritage, it didn't take Jean-François long to learn where Elizabeth had hidden her. Now he just needed to reunite mother and daughter to be certain and to strike fear into Elizabeth's heart. His cousin couldn't avoid him forever.

"You're an orphan too?" Raphael exclaimed.

Jean-François tutted at his lack of tact and touched Marie's shoulder. "Fear not, ma chérie. There… is a chance I have found your mother. I didn't want to tell you too soon in case I was mistaken, but I can't put it off any longer—"

Marie hugged him with a cry. "Thank you! Oh, thank you, Jean-François! I can't wait to see her!"

A bolt of envy jarred Jean-François. After everything he had done for her, was she really so eager to return to Elizabeth? The little ingrate. Wait— what did he care? She and Elizabeth were nothing more than pawns. He detached himself from Marie and said, "I will arrange for you to meet her immediately."

Raphael had the decency to congratulate Marie. Elated, Marie started to play Moon Princess. Despite a few slipups— either from her excitement or embarrassment in front of Raphael— the stained-glass window reverberated to the sound of her violin. Jean-François asked Raphael to press the reacting panels and a secret compartment was revealed.

Reverently, Jean-François pulled out Napoleon's lost treasure— the Dragon Crown. His old goat of a teacher had lied. It really did exist.

"That's what he was searching for?" Raphael made a face. "It looks… broken."

"It's not the complete crown," Jean-François rebuffed. "We still need two more treasures: The Queen's Pendant and the Cross of the Sun King."


"Thank you for seeing me on such short notice, Professor Alàn."

The small bearded man motioned for Vergier to take a seat before his office desk. "It's no problem, Inspector. How can I help?"

Vergier placed the coin on the desk. Alàn inspected it closely, fingers quivering as he adjusted his glasses.

"This is the mark you described to me after the incident, isn't it?" (Vergier nodded.) "Seeing it now, I'm sure I recognize it…" Alàn retrieved a moth-eaten book from a low shelf and read for a minute. "Aha! Both the coin and the symbol were created in ancient Babylonia." He pointed to each section of the symbol respectively. "The sun represents awakening. The triangle is tricky, but I believe it represents restoration. And the moon represents eternal slumber. Together, these three form a spell."

"A spell?" Vergier repeated. "For what exactly?"

"For tampering with the dead," Alàn said gravely. "To awaken a dead body, restore it fully to life, and lay it to rest once more. That's the cycle."

"That is insane." The Mystère Organization were capable of thievery and threats, but resurrection? Was that why they stole Napoleon's casket, because they believed the emperor could be brought back? An organization of necrophiliacs, that was what they were.

Still, a menacing organization…

Screams erupted around the university. Vergier leapt to his feet. Alàn wrung his hands together. "Please, don't let it be them again…"

"Who?" Vergier heard footsteps. People fleeing in fear. Someone pursuing them.

"Forgive me, Inspector. You're not the only one who came to question me."

Vergier's eyes widened. "Have you been consorting with the Mystère Organization?" he demanded. "Did you tell them the meaning of mark?"

"N-no…! I mean, yes, but I didn't have a choice. They said they would harm my students—" The professor winced as a young woman shrieked somewhere outside. Vergier withdrew his handgun, but Alàn whispered, "The Chevaliers Diabolique— the organization's henchmen— won't be pleased to find you here. You need to escape and put a stop to them." Alàn hurried back to his shelf and grabbed a glass jar seemingly filled with dust.

As he was prying the lid off, the door burst open. Three brutes sporting silver armour and red capes stormed inside. (Vergier assumed these were the ones who invaded his own office.) One 'chevalier' stabbed a finger at Alàn. "Professor. How dare you expose our secrets. For your act of betrayal, neither you nor your students will be spared. As for you, Inspector, you will come with us."

Vergier growled. Alàn simply yawned, "I'm sorry. Can't this wait? I'm feeling a little drowsy…" He stretched his arms above his head and dropped the jar. Its silver contents exploded around the office.

"Don't let them escape!" a chevalier roared.

Vergier couldn't risk shooting at them– their armor might deflect his bullets, and what if the professor was hit? He reached for Alàn through the dust cloud, ready to drag him outside. But Alàn cried, "I've got the coin!" and the chevaliers clanked towards him. Alàn was not an idiot. He had given Vergier the chance to get out. The chance to save his precious students; Paris's future.

A sword was drawn. Something heavy hit the floor.

Biting his tongue, Vergier bolted from the room. Alàn's sacrifice would not be in vain. Vergier would contact the constabulary and they would come to liberate the university. Could his colleagues be trusted? Could anyone be trusted now? He would have fought off the chevaliers himself, but he had to get home. To check on Emma and Charlotte. The organization was after him. Why would they hesitate to hurt his family?

As he ran, he frantically tried to phone them. Emma wasn't answering. Neither was Charlotte. Vergier prayed she was just ignoring him.

He burst into their apartment, bellowing their names. No response. Emma wasn't sat reading. Charlotte wasn't in her room.

Only an intruder was stood waiting for him.

"Where are my wife and child?" Vergier rasped.

The red-haired man replied, "Where is Raphael?"