So there you have it—never provoke a woman.
In the corridor of Empty Palace, D.D. ate breakfast while listening to Piloga and Nesi describe the whole story of how the culprits were captured by the heroes of North Gate Bridge last night. He sighed and reached his conclusion.
Just look at Prince Tales. He had acted on impulse yesterday and gotten into a vicious argument with Miss Cavendish. Supposedly, he had even made the girl cry her heart out before she shouted the most heartbroken, resolute words and stormed out of Empty Palace.
The scene had made everyone avert their eyes and feel sorry for her. Dogs had grown sad, cats had shed tears, and even Wyatt had been unable to stop her!
And now, before the night had even passed, the retribution had arrived.
D.D. sighed as he ate:
If this seasoned Guard Officer, who had seen countless battles and understood the ways of the world, had been there last night, how could His Highness have been stumped by such a problem and done nothing but watch Eldest Miss steal the prisoner away?
Come to think of it, why hadn't they called me last night?
Ahem, no, that couldn't be right. They must have thought guarding Empty Palace was important too. After all, both Cavendishes were standing right here. If anything happened... You know what I mean, right?
With a bang, the door to Prince Tales's room opened:
Tales emerged with a grim face, accompanied by the guards.
D.D. and the others on watch jolted. They hurriedly stopped eating, weapons in hand, and stood ramrod straight.
What a joke. At this moment, who didn't know that His Highness the Prince, having lost face and swallowed his anger all night, was still seething with rage?
If he caught anyone making