Anthony opened his eyes, looking confusedly in front of him. The first thing he saw was Ange, and with some hesitation, he blinked and asked, "My lord?"
Ange nodded.
"This…" Anthony paused and turned his head, spotting a familiar figure. Then suddenly, as if snapping out of a dream back into reality, he exclaimed, "I'm not dreaming, Lord Nage? You...you've lost weight?"
Negris had a dark line cross his forehead, "Are you guys running out of original lines or what? Why does everyone say the same thing?"
"You guys? Who else is here besides me?" As he spoke, Anthony's gaze shifted to the Monarch and hesitantly called out, "Your Majesty?"
The Monarch too nodded, then said, "I'm going to sleep now, it's too noisy. I'll find another spot."
With that, he whizzed off the airship, sprinting all the way and crashing into a distant mountainside, creating a large hole. The falling rocks and dust buried both the Monarch and the hole.
"This, what's with His Majesty?" Anthony asked, puzzled.
