"So... you chose a nuclear bomb?" Prime Minister Alain's voice was dry, each word seeming to be forced out of his throat.
"Sorry, I didn't know it was a nuclear bomb at the time..." Wizet shook his head. "And their appearance was, in fact, an accident in itself."
"Only after successfully stopping the meteorite did I discover that, among the falling objects marked 'safe' by the magical energy field, there were not only that meteorite, but also those two bombs."
"Marked safe by a magical energy field?" Prime Minister Alain frowned deeply, unconsciously repeating the unfamiliar phrase as though he had just swallowed a mouthful of Marmite.
"Mr. Lovegood, what exactly does that mean?" He leaned forward slightly, his sharp gaze fixed on Wizet, his tone filled with urgency and confusion.
"We've already said that a nuclear bomb is a weapon designed for destruction. How could it possibly be marked 'safe'? Is that safety absolute? Or is it only temporarily safe?"
Wizet met the Prime Minister's gaze, his tone calm and certain. "Prime Minister Alain, it is absolutely safe."
"At least, until you dismantle it and put it back together again, it will remain absolutely safe."
Hearing Wizet speak with such certainty, Prime Minister Alain stared intently at him. A thousand thoughts condensed into one question: "Why?"
"Because that is magic." Wizet smiled, sounding as though it were perfectly self-evident. "Prime Minister Alain, please allow me to demonstrate."
He snapped his fingers, and a book suddenly turned into a palm-sized penguin. It flapped its wings and flew into the air, yet let out a wolf-like howl.
The little Thunderbird reacted quickly, excitedly trying to pounce over and play with the penguin.
Luna reacted just as quickly, gently gathering the little Thunderbird into her arms and soothing it in a soft