Titan Beneath The Heavens Chapter 2

Tuesday. The weather did not change for the better. The sudden storm a few days ago had caused the whole prison site to become terribly muddy. The soldiers of the Imperial Guard had already climbed out of their warm beds in the camp and began to do their daily, repet.i.tive ch.o.r.es.

"d.a.m.n it! You maggots! Can't you do things faster! You didn't have breakfast eh?" A little captain rudely swung his whip, breaking apart the prisoners who had gathered together from different cells.

Ever since the day they set foot in this gate of Damorga, their life had already ended. The only ones who could enter Damorga in 'glory' were all criminals who had done heavy offenses. The t.i.tan Law had sentenced them to life imprisonment! They could only waste their life away in the cells in the labor camp and the coal pit that was like a b.l.o.o.d.y mouth of h.e.l.l. The officials in the Empire held on to the principles of the law and did the same to the families of the criminals. Therefore, among the long lines of the hard labor prisoners, the figures of old people and children of all ages were often spotted.

Then what about the women? No worries about them. They were all taken good care of by the soldiers in the Imperial Guard. They had their own site. What they did were simply to process the uniforms of the soldiers and some normal agricultural labor. Of course, the soldiers of the Imperial Guard still often loved to cause trouble for these poor women, but it was still better than the old days! Because there was a Brother 'Balance' in Damorga. When Brother 'Balance' was still a child, the situation in here was no different than h.e.l.l. Every day there would be wails of women being humiliated; every day there would be screams of men who were on the verge of death. Now? It was MUCH better now! The prisoners now had their Brother 'Balance'.

Brother 'Balance' opened his eyes at the trumpets of the army horns in the morning. It was another day closer to the day he would be free. Oscar let out a loud and clear whistle. His maids were already awaiting by his bed a long time ago. These times, when expensive clothes are worn on him in complex ways, are the most boring moments in Oscar's daily life. But this did not affect his good mood for today. Yesterday he had a nice dream. He dreamt of Moranzo being put on dining plates by a few of his close friends. Everyone was using pure silver tableware to share his flesh and blood. That greedy yet fearful fellow should really be hung on the door frame for a whipping. Upon thinking about this, Oscar felt extremely hungry. He happily called the nickname of Countess Antonia. He wanted to invite his friends that shared his evil intentions for breakfast. The maids around him scurried away to the kitchen in the castle. The gatherings of the Brother 'Balance' O Neil Andrew Morisette were always grand and followed a strict standard, even though no one usually gathers his friends for a meal in the early morning in a prison.

The Emperor of the t.i.tan Empire, Osli Alfa Morisette, aka Alfa III His Majesty was not a foolish one even though he had never once made it to the meetings that were held at 8 sharp every morning. But this was not unforgivable, for Alfa III His Majesty had too many gatherings and too many women. This caused him to have a habit of sleeping and waking up late since his younger days. However, this did not affect His Majesty the Emperor's wise decision-making abilities. As the birthday of the Emperor approached, the Amnesty Orders from all places were all handed in to the Imperial Ministry of Justice.

Now, the high official of the Ministry of Justice, Sir Marquis Roment Huga Andeses held the list of names that were allowed amnesty in the report from Damorga, the largest prison in the Empire, in his hands. It was as expected of the Lieutenant General Moranzo Hanning, who was known to be meticulous and cautious, the list provided by this old friend was impeccable. Except for that honorable young man that was hand-picked by His Majesty the Emperor, after various checks, the sixty-three criminals on that list were simply unfortunate people. They didn't matter much. Also, most of the criminals were all already old men who already had one of their feet in their coffins. For the women, the Ministry of Justice did not even have their criminal records. They were mostly poor women who were forced into jail because of their fathers, brothers or husbands. But this high official of the Ministry of Justice was puzzled by his old friend's resignation request. He had taken good care of this generous Sir Count. He truly could not understand why this old friend of his would suddenly request for resignation. On the fiftieth birthday of His Majesty the Emperor, it was a bit too much to voice such a disappointing request. Since he did not understand the thoughts of his old friend, the high official of the Ministry of Justice, Sir Marquis Andeses had already received permission from the Emperor and sent an Imperial Envoy to his old friend. The purpose of this was to express grat.i.tude to this respectable person who guarded the most atrocious criminals for the Empire. Also, the Imperial Envoy would also observe the largest-scale amnesty work in the history of Damorga.

At this time, there was still ten days left to the fiftieth birthday of His Majesty the Emperor. And so it was only ten days left to the final execution of the Amnesty Order!

"Ola! Everyone! For freedom! Let us cheer to that, alright?" Oscar's breakfast was truly exceptional. Wine, roasted chicken, sauced duck and b.u.t.tered bread that was baked until golden and crisp.

The seated people were all laughing as they downed the tasty wine in their gla.s.ses. Even though the situation looked just like the scenery of dancing devils, but to these people who had not experienced freedom for a long time, they still felt a little moved at this thought.

Some of the people gave their blessings to Brother 'Balance' O Neil wholeheartedly. Some even called his nickname continuously. Oscar were not a name that anyone could call, even though everyone here was Oscar's brother, even uncles and grandfathers. Even though they all admitted they were criminals that had committed all kinds of crimes, but they all were as meek as a kitten when facing Oscar. If they did not say anything, no one would know what the young boss who sat at the main seat of the long dining table had done in the past. It was something extremely hard to imagine for a normal person, at least for a normal person who had some basic idea of what was right and what was wrong. The King of Sins said that he understood what crime was after meeting Oscar; Ricky the Liar said that he understood what deceit was after meeting the boss. As for Oscar, he said that he finally understood that crime was actually a form of art after meeting everyone else. The host and the attendees had a great time together as the breakfast gathering of the ultimate criminals ended in cackling laughter that sent chills down people's spine. This was definitely not the last gathering they would have. When these people dined in the free air after this, every single time would symbolize the beginning of a great conspiracy; every single time would represent the agreement of a dirty trade; every single time would represent an evil plot full of bloodshed; every single time would symbolize the utter elimination of a certain influence.

Actually, Lieutenant General Moranzo Hanning was simply getting himself in trouble. When O Neil Andrew Morisette, the very honorable criminal was sent to his prison, it had been decided that he would be led around by this young man and his family. This was not something that was hard to understand. Just look at the name of this young man! Morisette was the ruler of the t.i.tan Empire's surname. Andrew's family was the one leading the most troops in the Empire. This child's mother was His Majesty the Emperor's youngest sister, Princess Mica Alfa Morisette. And this child's father was in fact the person whom Lieutenant General Moranzo Hanning most respected in his life. He was Duke Dortmund Andrew Nedgabel. This Sir Duke was one of only three marshals in the current Empire. He had made remarkable contributions in the war and received many medals for his contributions. His inherited lands included two provinces on the east side of the Empire. Twenty thousand Narcissus Knights had already sworn their loyalty to the Andrew family since four hundred years ago when the t.i.tan Kingdom was just formed. In addition to that, this family had a history of marriages with another family which was of equal importance in the east side of the Empire for more than six generations. It could be said that Marshall Dortmund Andrew Nedgabel was the true ruler of the entire east side of the Empire. In what way Lieutenant General Moranzo Hanning could fight against such a family! All he could do was to be as lenient as possible to this young son of the Marshall and the nephew of the Emperor. This way, he could grow up quietly and the Lieutenant General could safely receive bribes of astronomical figures yearly from the Andrew family without any sense of guilt.

But, this little fatty named O Neil Andrew Morisette who was chubby and average-looking was never an honest child to begin with. The troubles that he got into in this prison were more than enough to write a book about. A general like Moranzo not only had to run after, but also wipe his a.s.s for him. Also, Moranzo had to deal with all those a.s.sa.s.sinations aimed at him and all sorts of trouble he got himself into. It could be said that it was all thanks to this young master that Moranzo was turned into a calm soldier in any situation, from the average Lieutenant General he used to be.

Finally! Now this young master would be released! Ten years of anxiety and worries would soon be over! He could finally go home and peacefully count all his money! After realizing this, everything was not as difficult to accept as before. As for the other criminals that were released, he would let others worry about that! It wasn't like the criminals in t.i.tan were few to begin with, right? Even though there were not many who were like these few people, but it would not affect much with only these few! After accepting the suggestion by O Neil Andrew Morisette, Lieutenant General had never felt as relaxed as in this moment. The relaxed stroll; the friendly greetings with the Imperial Guards; the teaching of the young Confidential Secretary as a senior; the enjoying of the afternoon tea; and also a game of chess with the beautiful and smart Madame Antonia. Everything was just like a dream.

Good times never last. A doc.u.ment signed by His Majesty the Emperor was sent to his hands in the speed of eight hundred miles expedited. Lieutenant General Moranzo Hanning almost stabbed himself with a sword as soon after he read the doc.u.ment! He never thought His Majesty the Emperor and that high official of the Ministry of Justice at Dulin would value himself so much. A simple request for retirement actually brought him an Imperial Envoy that had a higher ranking than himself. This Sir Inspector who was known to be fair and just very much appreciated his work. But once he found out that the people on the name list in the hands of the Ministry of Justice did not actually exist, then... Would it still be that way? Everything that he had, his family, his honor, even his family name would not be spared. His Majesty the Emperor and the countless people who were 'indebted' by those criminals would tear him apart.

Lieutenant General Hanning had no idea what to do at all. All these years it was O Neil who came up with ideas. Now things had spun out of his control! He couldn't just kill the person off just like the other criminals, right? Oh G.o.d! He could not wait to visit that young master.

Oscar was rather pleased to meet with this old friend whom he knew for many years. After all, Count Moranzo Hanning was not a bad guy. He was definitely stronger than those prison wardens of old who treated criminals violently and despicably. Therefore, Oscar simply enjoyed his performance as if he were a dog jumping over a wall for a moment, then he lost interest after that.

Oscar considered carefully what he was going to say. This Sir Lieutenant General whose courage was less than that of a mouse could not take any blow at all, even verbally. He had always wondered which Sir it was who had such 'great foresight' that had supported this kind of guy to sit on the managerial position of the scariest prison on this West Land. If the previous prison warden was not the father-in-law of this Sir, then Oscar would definitely question whether this was an intentional murder of Moranzo. However, the Moranzo who actually dared to list the lunatics in which even Oscar could not handle completely into the Amnesty list was impressive enough.

"Dear Sir Lieutenant General, about all the replies from Dulin, I have made enough considerations about them. Please rest a.s.sured that the moves by the Ministry of Justice are all within the expectations of my companions and myself. In past history, the Imperial Envoy had come to Damorga uncountable times already, even more so as this time it is for the important matter of the Sir General to retire from your position." Oscar intentionally did not mention the Amnesty Order. To specifically poke the weakness of this unfortunate Lieutenant General, he almost could not contain the smile on his face.

Lieutenant General Hanning was dumbfounded. He had never talked about the matter of that letter to anybody. But this had also calmed him down a bit. It seemed that the situation at Dulin was all well under the control in the hands of this young son of the Marshall. Then, he was worried for nothing this time. In this world, other than the ultimate Light of G.o.d, it appeared that only this Brother 'Balance' was most powerful and influential. Especially since he successfully tamed the prideful criminals. At this moment, even Lieutenant General Hanning could feel the prowess of this young man.

After sending away the still-fidgeting Sir Lieutenant General, little Oscar could not help but examine once again this great plan that he managed to come up with all by himself. He called this plan 'The Winning Escape'. He thought about every step and considered all the uncertainties that might happen. When he once again confirmed nothing would go wrong, the young man felt a little proud of himself, of his wit and also his strength.

In fact, little Oscar actually had the right to be proud. This great plan allowed him the first chance to utilize all the manpower, capital and wealth in his limited control without holding back. Even though his accomplices were in prison, their friends and companions were all over the West Land. Using the most secretive ways to communicate with them had already used up approximately one year's time. There was no other choice. These were all masters who specialized in disguise and escape. To look for them, he had to pay a rather high price.

Next was the first part of his plan. And that was to use the opportunity of the birthday of His Majesty the Emperor, to fight for the quota for Damorga's prisoners to be on the Amnesty list. Damorga never had much mercy on it's prisoners. Everything began with difficulties. Moreover, this was to ask for the right to survive from the hands of the Most Supreme Person. If this job was not dealt with properly, then the hunting hounds by the side of His Majesty the Emperor would immediately sense the existence of a conspiracy. After all, the Secret Service in the Ministry of Justice had imprisoned so many ultimate criminals before; After all, applying for amnesty at the infamous Damorga, with it's bad reputation, was definitely unsettling.

Finally, the friends of Ricky the Liar found a person who was most suitable to whisper in the Emperor's ear. To be specific, it was a Countess who had kept a rather ambiguous relations.h.i.+p with His Majesty the Emperor for a long time. The older generations of this Countess had been in Damorga before. The still young and beautiful Countess at that time was able to take herself out of this mess under the protection of the Alfa III His Majesty who was still the prince at that time. Even though this Madame had made a name for herself after that, she still could not forget her father and uncles who killed their selves in embarra.s.sment in the prison. Every year, she would go to Damorga to pay her respects to her ancestors. Thus, when the Liar's friend brought a lot of s.h.i.+ny jewelry and a helpless expression full of tears to appear in front of the Countess, the Countess very quickly agreed to help him when he begged the Madame to save his certain relatives.

The things after that were easy to be dealt with! With the cries and begs of his old lover from his younger days, and also the guarantee of the influential official, Marshall Dortmund Andrew Nedgabel, the matter to organize an Amnesty at Damorga became reasonable eventually. But the matter was far more difficult than what he had imagined. The Secretary of State firmly stood against the execution of this matter. This caused His Majesty the Emperor to become hesitant in his decision again! The young son of the Andrew family many years ago had definitely committed a crime that was beyond humane. Moreover, that case had caused an eternal pain to the high official that the Emperor most relied on, and his family.

Luckily! Luckily, another beautiful and respected Madame stood up for him. It was a friend of the youngest sister of His Majesty the Emperor and the secret lover of His Majesty. She only needed one night to make Alfa the Third determined in his decision. She said lightly when she was under the Emperor, "No matter what, the child is your nephew. He had experienced ten years of life in imprisonment at a young age. Whatever sins that he had committed should have been cleared in that period of time. Do you wish to see your sister whom you care most dearly for cry in the embrace of the G.o.d of Light?"

The matter was settled just like this. The following day, His Majesty the Emperor then verbally approved of this matter. Releasing the young son of the Andrew family had already become a fact that would soon be carried out.

Then, with the will of The Winning Escape, Oscar and his accomplices began to think of the list of people who were allowed amnesty. This matter was carried out smoothly. Oscar only took a few minutes to write down the names of people whom he had thought about for already countless times in his heart. To increase the probability of success, Oscar had no choice but to cause more difficulties. Yes, Oscar had pointed out the importance of this move during the discussions with the other criminals. And it was that they must not allow the old men in the Ministry of Justice to decide the names on the list of the Amnesty Order. If that happened, the initiative once again went back to their opponents. So this list must be decided by the criminals themselves. Of course, they could not really ask for the amnesty of these ultimate criminals. What? Did they want to be ridiculed by the investigators in the Ministry of Justice as idiots? These criminals knew more than anyone else that the crimes they committed were very much unforgivable. But the name list still had to be provided by the criminals themselves! Only in this way, could Oscar find the most suitable subst.i.tute according to the physical characteristics of every escapee, to carry out this ultimate plan.

To solve this problem, Oscar thought about this matter for a whole fall season. Among the many hypotheses, he found a conclusion! That was to say it was still a rather impossible task to do. When Oscar was feeling utterly defeated, the Sir Prison Warden suddenly came to invite him to his own living room for an afternoon tea. He also told Oscar about some arrangements of this amnesty. Oscar was greatly inspired by one of the arrangements. And that was the conduct of a three-month inspection on the people who had no criminal records in Damorga by the Sir Prison Warden as tasked by the Ministry of Justice in the Empire. If the inspection was done by the prison warden himself, then why couldn't that list be recommended by the Sir Prison Warden? Would there be any differences between the list recommended by Sir Prison Warden and the list he made himself? Oscar almost scared the s.h.i.+t out of the Prison Warden with his insane laughter.

The deceivers in the West Land moved once again. Firstly, the prison warden of Damorga, Count Moranzo Hanning gave an interesting talk about prison management to the public. Following that were the many reports that complimented the managing official at Damorga in an open letter from the high official of the Ministry of Justice to the Ministry of Justice of the t.i.tan Empire. After that, it was the awarding of medals and compliments by His Majesty of the Empire. At last, the prisons in the whole Empire began to learn about the advanced techniques of Damorga. Many prison wardens even came to Damorga for inspection. Lieutenant General Moranzo Hanning had made a name for himself. After that, with the intentional help of certain people, the t.i.tan Emperor allowed Count Moranzo Hanning, having contributed largely to the Empire, to rightfully choose the subjects to be on amnesty that was supposed to be done by the Ministry of Justice. Up to this point, the escape plan of Oscar and the other criminals had already succeeded halfway.

The third part of this whole plan completely uncovered the cruelty behind the fight between the law enforcer and the criminal. If the Ministry of Justice truly believed in the Prison Warden, Count Moranzo Hanning that he could fully control so many ultimate criminals, then it would not have arranged so many secret agents and spies among the prisoners. The truth was, before Oscar rose like a meteor to his position in Damorga, the people who were truly in charge in this prison were the leaders of the secret agents from the Secret Service of the Ministry of Justice. Some of them were originally experts in crime themselves. To be recruited by the Ministry of Justice and be put in Damorga were actually making good use of them.

When Oscar was still a child, he started the fight with these secret agents. At last, he had attained success with the help of many members of alliance and support of those from the outside. Until now, at this deciding moment when Oscar and his gang would soon be free, they would not care too much about these secret agents. This was because the sole purpose of keeping them was simply to let these poor guys have something to report to the Secret Service. At this last stage, for the purpose of confidentiality and smooth execution of this plan, Oscar decisively began a full war that he named the 'Ultimate Cleansing'. The loss of secret agents of the Secret Service was incredible. Even though under the fierce warning of the high official of Ministry of Justice, this ma.s.sacre was soon over. But Oscar had already gained full control of Damorga. Those dangerous secret agents who were loyal to the Empire were all gone. All those who were left were the smart ones who changed their stance after some threatening and bribing. Although there were people who were also left out of this ma.s.sacre, but the pieces of truth that the secret agents were able to describe to the Secret Service of the Ministry of Justice became increasingly lesser.

Upon thinking about this, Oscar felt a bit agitated. Yes, the incident ten years ago caused him extreme regret back then. No one could imagine the feeling of a rich young boy born with a silver spoon suddenly being plunged into a prison, between four tall walls. Moreover, that boy was only five years old. That was the age of children who were supposed to be chasing after kites and b.u.t.terflies, surrounded by maids. But little Oscar's crimes that were committed under his crazy conducts had intensified the internal fight in the central influence inside of the Empire that included His Majesty the Emperor and the largest lord in the Empire, along with the influential people in the place he represented. At the peak of their fight, his father, Marshall Dortmund Andrew Nedgabel, chose to take a step back for many reasons. Therefore, the young master of the Andrew family who was aged only five was announced guilty by the Ministry of Justice of the Empire. What followed that for him was the life of imprisonment that lasted as long as ten years.

Did the O Neil Andrew Morisette now still regret his doings? The answer was no. Oscar was greatly embarra.s.sed by the cowardly feelings and fear that he felt when the young him first came into this prison. His only regret then was why did he not directly kill that son of a b.i.t.c.h who violated his little angel, and chose to torture him instead. Little Oscar blamed this mistake on the immaturity of his criminal psychology. A true criminal would not do such things that consumed energy and would not bring any advantage to him. He would only use the most advanced techniques, the cruelest and quickest methods to clear his targets. He would not leave any marks. This was the behavior of a successful criminal.

The first evaluation Oscar did on his first crime from the point of criminology and all sorts of successful cases was simply ridiculous. It was truly that way. He was contained with rage at that moment. When he thought about it now, his realized his thoughts then were blurry. This simply meant that he had completely lost control at that moment. He needed to remember that one point at all times in his life of crime in the future: If he had lost the rational judgment of things, then the best way was to do nothing at all. He should just quietly wait for his anger to dissipate first before deciding to do anything.

It seemed like it was no coincidence that little Oscar became a prodigy criminal. His whole childhood had been dealing with all sorts of famous criminals. And due to his willingness to learn and his desire for the perfect crime, he absorbed all knowledge about crimes near to the point of insanity. Of course, there was a huge reason why Oscar had to do this in real life. Even though the judgment of the Ministry of Justice of him was extremely just and fair, the Secretary of State whom he had angered had always tried to murder him. To protect his own life, little Oscar had to continuously become stronger and kept looking for members of alliance. As compared to Oscar's lonely struggle, the support provided for him by his family from faraway was rather insufficient, to the point that Oscar had to fight alone most of the time.

It should be said that the excellent bloodline of the Andrew family and the members of royalty had made little Oscar stand out wherever he was at. He succeeded. The criminal experts in Damorga Prison who came from all kinds of places pledged loyalty to him. That was the first time he felt the leisurely feeling of having others' life and future in his hands. Unknowingly, he got obsessed with this feeling, as if he was above everyone else, to the point that he could not tolerate anyone and anything that intruded on his power.

Oscar was not one who paid back whenever someone did something to him. Most of the time, he considered the possibility of revenge and destruction. For a successful criminal, the king who ruled the dark world, it was truly unwise if he did a lot of useless yet disadvantageous things. The little Oscar who was once weak, always took cautious notes, comparing the influence between his side and the opposing side when he faced a stronger opponent. When he was in prison, he was already crowned as the t.i.tan's King of the Underworld. At that moment, he deeply felt that the key to his breakthrough in the future would be having the correct methods in choosing alliances.

When he was deep in thought, Oscar did not like to be disturbed by sounds, messy people and things. Even though the tantrums of this little fatty did not mean that he would want you dead, but those who knew him would understand that you were only one step away from death. Therefore, Lieutenant General Moranzo Hanning's confidential secretary, Captain Vick would respectfully wait outside the cellar door of O Neil Andrew Morisette. He had already been standing here for more than an hour. In the meantime, he also refused the kind thought of Madame Antonio of bringing him a chair. This was because Vick knew that once the little devil inside walked out of the gate of Damorga, all his crimes would disappear. His father, the strong Marshall, would use a glorious halo to hide this stain on his reputation and repay his son who was kind of sent to jail by his own hands. All the people who knew the details of that incident knew very clearly. If the Marshall kept his son under the protection of his army, then even the King would not dare to ask for his son from him. Thus, having a certain level of humility and respect in front of this future big-shot would not bring him any disadvantages at all. Vick a.n.a.lyzed his conclusion for many times and was actually happy about his correct understanding of the situation.

After approximately half an hour, Captain Vick finally had his wish granted and saw Sir O Neil Andrew Morisette. Even though he was lying on his favorite reclining chair and had no intention to greet him, Vick still tried to tailor his speech to the best of his ability, in a way that was suitable for their differentiated positions.

"Sir! As the confidential secretary of Damorga's Prison Warden, Sir Lieutenant General Moranzo Hanning, I am really honored to represent my boss to send you his invitation. As you may have known, the Imperial Envoy from Dulin, the Attorney General of the Ministry of Justice Sir Marquis Van Earl will arrive by tonight. In order to welcome this Imperial Envoy, my boss have specially prepared a ball and sincerely hope that Sir can be there at that time."

Oscar once saw many excellent qualities in this confidential secretary. Even though he had a habit of holding too strictly to his logic, but this did not affect the opinion of Oscar on such a civilian officer. On that other hand, he rather valued Captain Vick's certain ways of doing things that always kept to his principles. To show respect to such a character, Oscar showed a friendly side of himself.

"Ola! It's the Imperial Envoy. I have indeed received this news. Then, Captain Vick, I would like to apologize first. Some slight matter caught me and I could not see you for a moment, to the extent of using up your precious time. For this, I am willing to explain to your Sir Lieutenant General who I'm sure is ready to scold you on this. Also, please help me to extend my grat.i.tude to Lieutenant General Moranzo Hanning. I am much honored to be invited and I will be there on time."

Vick was slightly taken aback. As he walked out of the huge cell, he was still screaming in his heart: Why was Damorga's Brother 'Balance' apologizing to him? Vick who did not understand suddenly felt cheerful. He even felt like he was floating as he walked. "It seemed that dealing with the rumored bad guys was not such a bad thing after all!" Vick thought that at last.

Oscar left his reclining chair after Captain Vick left. He called the maids to invite the prison musicians. At the accompaniment of the smooth dance music, he happily danced with Countess Antonia. Annie was puzzled by the cheerful aura that surrounded the little master. She could not contain it and asked the gleeful Oscar. "Could it be that His Majesty the Emperor moved his birthday celebrations earlier?"

Oscar was full of smiles. "No! My dear, if the death anniversary of His Majesty the Emperor is to come, I would be delighted by that. But that's unrealistic. The thing that made me happy is that the Van Earl is arriving sooner than expected. He's arriving almost one day earlier. Seems that he is more hurried than a certain person!"

"Oh? I do not understand. Are you close to this Imperial Envoy?"

"No! How would I get the chance to know so many people outside of Damorga?"

"Then why are you so happy? Quickly tell Annie, alright?"

"Alright alright! Dear Annie, I do not know this Envoy. But I know that he will bring upon the most exciting part of my Winning Escape plan! Oh, my baby, that is all that I can say, okay? Let us keep on dancing!"