The disappearance of the Martotoriot OX has been alerted into The Triumph Makers as Mina Rodax, Scrap Devil, and Prila arrived in front of the North Rikiel's prison. Furthermore, they interrogated a prison warden who wore bulky bluish and flashy armor with striking white lines and a metallic black helmet with a striking maroon-red visor.
Prila and Scrap Devil continued to fixate their hushed stares toward the warden who resumed his explanation, while Mina Rodax hovered on the top of the palm. The Telepathic Hero even swiftly hopped into the globe that sucked her into the prison's inside for a deeper investigation.
"The highly improved sensor of the room couldn't even detect the intruder?" Scrap Devil asked, rubbing his chin.
The Warden nodded, "Correct, Scrap Devil."
"Do you have the footage of Martotoriot OX's odd disappearance?" Scrap Devil let out another question.
"Yes, but sadly the footage didn't reveal even the slightest glimpse of the intruder's appearance," The Warden clarified uneasily, grabbing his wrist and panting. "It's like…he was being abducted by a mysterious being who had a strong mastery of magic."
"Apology for allowing this happen," The Warden apologized, bowing his head toward the two heroes shortly.
Glancing at the warden, who fell into sorrowful regret, Scrap Devil sighed and patted him on the right shoulder. The warden hesitantly lifted his neck as the hero giggled when he retrieved his hand from his shoulder. Even Prila also freed her assured smile to the prison warden, filling a relief into his thought.
"You already did your best," Scrap Devil remarked and suggested. "And now it's best for you to take a rest."
"I and Prila are going to discuss this silent prison break's problem further," Scrap Devil mentioned cheerfully.
The Warden bowed again and uttered gladly, "Thank you for your understanding, Mr.Scrap Devil."
The Warden inhaled the poised air in his surroundings before walking away from the Prila and Scrap Devil. As the warden left headed to the giant-hand-shaped building, the two triumph makers traded their firm furrows, preparing to initiate the incoming discussion regarding this problem.
"You have any clue about the one freeing Martatoriot OX?" Scrap Devil insisted, starting to feel his hand shaking.
Prila cleared her throat and stated, "Most likely, this criminal was hired by the infamous Pendoswing if I linked this case with Don Golzulin."
"I believe it's not, Judilia, because as far I know, she didn't possess a stealth technique like this," The Hair Magician assumed, biting her lip. "Unless…she already mastered it or got some enhancement from her master."
"Well… well…" Scrap Devil couldn't finish his sentence as the harrowing sense flooded his thoughts, clouding a look of horror.
The Hair Magician heaved her worried eyebrows and clarified, "I'm sorry, I mentioned her name again, Caldister."
"It's okay, it's okay, sunshine," Scrap Devil assured, blowing a huge chunk of raspy air from his throat.
Scrap Devil tittered and proclaimed. "Maybe The Scamming Queen Galastar freed him with his new water clone or hired someone else who specialized in stealth missions."
"That could be possible," The Hair Magician agreed, folding her knuckle and blistering the pinkish swarm of energies within her eyes. "And, of course, Amalia Galastar is setting another plan to kill me again."
"I can assume she set a new clone or alias to trap me again," Prila speculated, unbridling the pinkish aura in her twin ponytail hairs. "Either way, I am ready for anything she brought on me."
Scrap Devil sniggered, "She always advertises herself as a cheerful and positive energy person, but in truth, she is a mischievous and petty bastard."
"Ironic, isn't it?" Scrap Devil mentioned.
"By the way, do you want the news channel to broadcast this like Don Golzulin's case?' Scrap Devil asked, opening his amused smirk.
The Hair Magician heaved her hair upward and permitted affirmatively, "Absolutely yes, Caldister."
"Although I cannot mention Amalia Galastar in the interview because there is no physical evidence of using her duplicate, I am still persistent on stopping her scheme," The Hair Magician spoke firmly.
"And I'm the only one who can slightly scan her aura," Prila added.
Scrap Devil puffed the heavy air and replied, "You indeed have a strong resentment against that scheming Galastar."
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A few hours later, news of Martatoriot OX's prison break was broadcast through the news channels, especially with the headlines stating, "Another Mysterious Prison Break appeared on North Rykiel". The news broadcast also presented the footage of Prila still standing in front of the prison and becoming the main star of the interview as a glassy blue microphone projection was placed near her lip.
"Sadly, the clue of the invaders hasn't been found yet," The Hair Magician answered calmly, planting her relaxed smile. "Especially with the security footage didn't
"However, we, Triumph Makers will continue investigating the culprit behind all of these prison breaks," Prila remarked, pressing her affirmed eyebrows.
The Hair Magician proudly pointed her finger to the camera and sneered, "As for you, Martatoriot OX enjoy your brief time of peace."
"Because I'm going to hunt you down," The Hair Magician warned, gusting the small wind through her hair the longer she centered her gaze on the camera.
The footage of Prila's warning was also broadcast to a television projection floating on the top of the glistening brown table. More specifically, the television projection became the main attention of the long, curly, gray-haired old man who sat on the comfy white holographic sofa. He wore a plain white shirt and long black pants for his current attire.
The old man reluctantly locked at The Hair Magician who patiently listened to the news reporter, painting his face with a regretful look the longer he spent time at the screen. He even put down the remote projection on the brown table nearby and panted in tiresome, grasping the anxiousness.
He even suddenly gasped in surprise when he received a gentle tap on his shoulder, directing his glare to the left. A long-ponytail-grey-haired old woman with dazzling eyeliners and sparkling cheery-red lip briskly freed her merry smile at the man as she leaned onto the empty seat beside him.
"Still worrying about our daughter Candila doing her Superhero stuff, aren't you, honey?" The Old Woman asked.
The Old Man sighed and replied, "In honesty, Yes, Honna, yes."
"I wished she could return to our side again. I've been worried sick about her ever since she didn't choose to visit us for a year," The Old Man whimpered. "I know she still supported us financially, but deep down I wanted to come home."
"Furthermore, I wanted to apologize for what I said to her," The Old Man added, rubbing his chest. "Words that made her pissed so much, she decided to leave shortly. What a terrible father I am to her."
A line of tears dropped down the old man from his eyes, forming an empathetic gaze within Honna's expression. Nonetheless, The Old Woman wiped out her husband's ongoing tears, gently wrapping his neck when he bent it. She also tapped the back of his neck, bringing a sense of calmness as he inhaled the air deeply, gushing it out from his throat.
"I know you might be too harsh on her, but I know you try to ensure her safety" Honna spoke softly.
"And Candila understands that if she comes home, it only sets more argument between them," The Old Woman let out a reminder.
"Deep down, she still wanted to visit us again, Nogra," Honna assured. "It's just she hasn't found the right time yet
Nogra fixated his doubtful gaze on his wife and asked, "Are you sure she wanted to see us after our last argument?"
Hona coughed and raised her eyebrows. "The last time I talked with her, she said maybe she would visit us."
"Or, probably she just wanted me, and you are not worried about her anymore," Nogra defied his wife's argument. "I knew our daughter always did say those things to make sure we never asked her to come back."
"Perhaps, you're not wrong," The Old Woman agreed halfly and argued. "However, her tone said otherwise."
"I felt she still wanted to meet us again, but she just hasn't found a good time to come home," Hona answered.
The Old Woman swallowed a large gulp of her saliva before stating "At first, I disagreed with her becoming a superhero, but after she never came back home, I began to realize we are in the wrong."
"We scolded her from becoming a superhero just because we didn't want to lose her," the Old Woman admitted, heavily panting. "I'm also a terrible mother for not understanding what my daughter wanted."
"She wanted to become a responsible Superhero with the power she had to protect us, too at the end of the day," Hona said, withdrawing her wrapping hand and leaning her exhausted back to the sofa's balmy surface.
"To be fair, we forbid her since The Anthonian's Tragedy is being spread out, Honna. I don't want her to share the same fate as the heroes in there," The Man explained, wiping the incoming tears from his eyes and centering his concerned eyes on his wife
"I know about that horrific tragedy…I know," Hona rebuked, shaking her hands and resting on the sofa's surface. "But remember, our daughter has been training intensively before she becomes a fully fledge Triumph Makers member. Especially with her supposedly first boyfriend."
"We should have acknowledged it back then, instead, we constantly scolded or disapproved of her method," Hona assumed.
"No wonder she chose not to come back again; she didn't want us to keep arguing about her," The Old Woman added.
"That reason could be very correct," The Old Man said, nodding. "If she didn't care about our wellbeing, she would never send any money to us or even have a phone call with you, Hona."
"Right now, I only hoping she might come home again, that's all I care," Nogra muttered thoughtfully.
"Then, let's pray our beloved daughter will visit us tomorrow or maybe two days later and reconcile with us," Hona pursued her husband.
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