After obtaining the right to move freely through Asgard Palace, Schiller took advantage of the night to head to the guest rooms on the other side of the palace, where Aran, the tribal prince of the Dordel Federation, was staying.
He encountered no obstruction along the way. Clearly, Sif's order had already been passed down. Schiller did not use it as an excuse to go elsewhere; just as he had told Sif, he went straight to Aran's door.
However, Schiller did not knock immediately. Instead, he stood quietly outside, listening to the sounds within. Asgardian buildings were made of special materials with excellent soundproofing, so he could barely hear anything from inside. Still, Schiller could sense the flow of emotions in the room.
At that moment, the prince's room held more than one person. Two intense emotions kept colliding. Schiller placed a hand on the doorknob and could still feel vibrations coming through the floor and walls. He turned to look at a vase at the end of the corridor.
He counted down in his mind. The instant a clear tremor came from the room, Schiller vanished from outside the door. When he reappeared, he was already inside, standing directly behind Aran.
The burly prince heard the sound and tried to turn around, but before he could twist his head, there was a bang. Amid the crash of countless porcelain shards, Aran slowly fell over, revealing another small figure behind him.
A raccoon trapped in a cage half a person tall stared at the fallen Aran in terror, then looked with the same terrified gaze at Schiller, who was still holding half a vase.
Schiller raised the other half of the vase and looked at the raccoon. "You have two choices now. Either you come with me, or..."
"I choose