In the interrogation room, Belicia and Raphael both leave.

Tails stared motionlessly at the empty room on the other side of the glass, his eyes dead and his mood mixed.

Sunset Bar ......

Yara......

Familiar names echoed in his memory, each time stirring up endless waves.

Ever since that conversation with Gilbert, he has buried them in the deepest part of his heart as a prince with the burden he bears.

Until just now.

Tails subconsciously clenched his fists.

The Sins of the River of Hellriver were not threatened by any outside, but they still ran in his veins, roaring endlessly.

"Your Highness, would you mind pushing me again?"

Morat's cozy and comfortable voice, accompanied by the constant sizzling of black-veined vines, pulled Tails back to reality from his complicated thoughts.

But it also made him more upset and restless.

Tails slowly turned and looked at the Black Prophet.

But Tails didn't take a step, nor did he lift the old man's disgusting wheelchair under his knees.

Why.

Why is it here......

In front of the people he fears the most.

"You brought Belicia on purpose, right?"

Tails was expressionless and his tone was cold.

The old man in the wheelchair put down his teacup and turned back unconcernedly.

"Not just so that I can see the consequences of what I do. ”

Tails looked at Morat with a cold gaze:

"You know who she is, her past. ”

"You know my past, too. ”

"So you deliberately made Raphael bring up the Sunset Bar. ”

"In front of me. ”

The Black Prophet stared at him, a smile on his wrinkled face.

"How is it, Your Highness, is it a surprise?"

For some reason, the smile was so awkward in Tails' eyes.

Proud.

Murky.

Hateful.

There must be a picture.

"What do you mean by that? What are you going to do?"

Tails stared at Morat with his eyes spewing fire:

"Old fellow. ”

The interrogation room instantly became depressed and solemn, and the black-veined vines on the old man's wheelchair and knees squirmed uneasily, with an extremely fast frequency and sizzling sound.

In the darkness and dead silence, the Black Prophet giggled.

In the face of the prince's anger and accusations, he shifted his wheelchair absently and turned to face Tails:

"I thought it would be nice to see that Mykoh is so concerned about your wishes that you hear about your childhood friends again. ”

Morat looked at the young man in front of him faintly:

"Tails ......"

"Prince?"

He deliberately left an extremely long pause between the two words, causing the boy to frown.

They felt as if they had returned to that afternoon in the Mindis Room, where Tails—a beggar, an illegitimate child, a boy with a secret and an uncertain future—met for the first time with the most terrifying and insidious spy in the Kingdom of the Stars, who was hunting down the Forbidden Calamity.

At that time, Genie, Gilbert, and even Yodel were at his side, and even the old witch Serena helped him.

But now, in the lair of the kingdom's secret department.

No one can protect him.

Except for himself.

"But when I asked you for help, you said it," Tails stared coldly at the old man:

"I can only talk about protecting them when I'm strong enough. ”

"Otherwise they'll just be my ...... Weakness. ”

He looked at him with indignation:

"Constrained. ”

Morat snorted softly:

"Good, you remember. ”

The Black Prophet's expression turned cold, and the temperature around him dropped instantly.

"Then why did you ask Earl Kilbert Cassel to keep him looking for them all these years?"

"Even if you ask Raphael for help, you have to hide it from my ears and eyes in every possible way?"

Tails felt a chill in his heart.

He knows.

Duke Xinghu looked at Morat's smile: the old man in front of him knew very well about him asking Tokilbert to find someone.

Continue.

But......

Yara.

Tails called the name again.

No.

He couldn't let the Black Prophet find her.

Because that girl is not just Yara.

She's Yala Sariton.

Assassin's Flower.

"Look, that's the problem, that's why you've been at odds with Mykoe for years," Morat looked at him with a cold, piercing gaze:

"We always go our separate ways, and we don't get up or down. ”

The black-veined vines coiled up on his knees again, squirming one after another, like many poisonous snakes entangled in one place, strange and dangerous.

Tails gritted his teeth.

The pain of being torn apart in the Fuxing Palace, the discomfort of witnessing countless tragedies in the interrogation room, the dissatisfaction with the frustration of the secret science for many years, and the worry about Yala and the beggars all melted into Tails's veins at this moment, and merged into his tormented nerves along with the sins of the Prison River.

Ignite the discontent in his chest.

Pointing directly at the old man in front of him.

"I said, put away your sniffing nose and get involved in my business. ”

Tails gritted his teeth and said:

"Or have you made up your mind to threaten me with them as bargaining chips?"

The Black Prophet laughed:

"You are in danger in the Northland, Your Highness. ”

So I am not surprised that there are so many scruples that it is difficult to be gullible, to doubt our motives. ”

"In fact, it should be a good thing that you act prudently and think twice about everything......"

Tails interrupted him with a sneer.

"Then why haven't you said anything for the past six years, and why did you wait until I returned to China to expose this matter in front of me?"

Morat paused for a moment, thoughtful.

"You are right, Your Highness. ”

"We're starting to focus on it......"

The old man's tone was sharp:

"Precisely because you've returned home. ”

"Because you, as the Duke of Star Lake, are only now — to be exact, when you just complained about my wheelchair — to be truly 'powerful'. ”

Morat looked at the other end of the interrogation room:

"That's why we're letting you see what you just saw. ”

"Your 'weakness'. ”

Weakness.

Tails a rin.

"What do you mean?"

The Black Prophet grinned.

"Your Highness, you are extremely clever in your youth, and you don't need me to say much to understand Your Majesty's intention for letting you come here. ”

"About the 'mess' you see," the old man turned to the empty room on the other side of the glass, and the branches of the black-veined vines went back and forth, as if staring at Tails all the time:

"How do you feel?"

Mess.

Tails' mind was empty.

Without waiting for him to answer, Morat said slowly:

"Unemployed Workers at the Winery ......"

"Blacksmith's Duel Weapon Order ......"

"Blade Lord's nobles protest ......"

Every word he spoke, Tails was in a trance.

"Homicide ...... due to lettuce"

"Also, the Northland girls on Red Square Street ......"

These, these are all ......

Tails' lips moved slightly, but he couldn't squeeze out a single word.

"I know. ”

Morat's tone softened:

"You feel very aggrieved, very depressed, very sad, very angry. ”

"All of this, in fact, is not what you intended. ”

"But that's the power of power. ”

The power of power.

Tails was speechless.

The Black Prophet continued to stare at him, smiling but without warmth in his eyes.

"Before that, everyone, whether it was Count Casso, Lady Ginny, or even Your Majesty, they must have warned you: as Prince of the Stars, Duke of Star Lake, and the heir to the throne of this kingdom, your decisions have far-reaching consequences. ”

Tails took a deep breath: "I know, I'll think of ...... to make it up"

But Morat suddenly shouted, overshadowing his confession:

But maybe they didn't tell you the cruel part: what you do doesn't matter compared to where you're in a high position. ”

"No matter how much you make up for it, it doesn't help. ”

Tails looked up in surprise.

"What?"

Inconsequential?

To no avail?

The old man came to him in a wheelchair, and his voice was hoarse:

"Because your 'action' itself is more influential than its content and substance. ”

"It's not what you do, it's not what you do or not, it's not what you do right or wrong, it's that you're there. ”

At that moment, the Black Prophet's eyes were like bottomless black holes, with an unprecedented suction, covering Tails firmly:

"It's your place and presence. ”

It's not what you do that matters......

Is your place and presence......

Tails frowned, meeting the old man's eye.

But what came to his mind was the words of another "man":

[Tails, this world, they don't hate us...... What they refuse to forgive and find it difficult to accept is not our behavior......]

[It's our existence.] 】

"Under the power of power, you are in a different position from others, the gap is set, and no matter what you do in the upper reaches of power, what should happen will always happen. ”

The Black Prophet's expression was indifferent, his eyes were ethereal, and he looked at Tails, but he seemed to be looking into the distance:

"You make a little wave, and the torrent rolls in. ”

"You're understated, but you're colorful. ”

"When you whisper, it's deafening. ”

Morat sighed slowly, feeling inexplicable:

"Power, O torrent of thunder, pours down and crushes everything: from you, to the nobleman of the Blade Lord, to the merchant Dagory and the blacksmith Old Gibbon, to Mademoiselle Belicia and the poor fruit and vegetable farmer, to the people of the kingdom. ”

"No one can save it, and there is no power to stop it. ”

"That's the 'weakness' that ultimately prevents you from reuniting with your childhood playmate years later. ”

Tails froze.

[Your Highness, with all due respect, finding their whereabouts is easy......]

[But, what about after finding it?]

Gilbert's words rang in his head:

[Have you ever thought about the impact that your reward, retribution, or even just a secret observation may have on them?]

[It's easy to do something, but it's extremely difficult to deal with the myriad consequences of it perfectly.] 】

Thinking of this, Tails became more and more sullen.

"You mean...... No matter what I do, power will always distort what I do, and I, as a prince, can only accept it in exchange for a cold and hard heart?"

Morat didn't speak, he looked at the boy in front of him carefully.

There was silence in the interrogation room for a few moments.

Until the Black Prophet's gaze refocused:

"In fact, in order to prevent such accidents and losses, in the upper reaches of power, at the top of the crowd, around us ......"

"A high wall was built from this. ”

Tails looked up.

The Black Prophet's eyes sparkled, and his words were convincing:

"A buffer wall to prevent a noble person like you from becoming a thousand years of hatred if he misses. ”

"Thus separating the torrent of power from the thunder. ”

Morat turned his wheelchair and looked at the empty interrogation room:

So we have social etiquette, fashion of life, façade decoration, and style of behavior...... These seemingly unrelated factors are the result of power, the social it has built on its own in the course of its operation. ”

"Use difference to separate people, use difference to divide the superior, use rejection to label categories, and rely on rupture to standardize behavior. ”

"To tell the world that they are very different from us. ”(They are all that we are not.)

Tails frowned.

The Black Prophet has a sharp eye:

"Yes, they cut off communication, foster estrangement, breed contradictions, and mark classes. ”

"But it also built a natural flood tank for the rampaging brutal power. ”

Looking at the puzzled Tails, Morat snorted softly:

"Yesterday, if you drank that glass of wine according to etiquette, if you ate something else according to aristocratic fashion, if you wrote 'duels are strictly forbidden' on the façade, if you insisted on the solitary style of the royal family, and not refused protesters like Anker Al Baylar......"

Morat changed his words:

"And that's, that's the 'weakness' you exposed yesterday – at least one of them. ”

He didn't go on.

But Tails' brow furrowed.

The prince suddenly remembered that on the day he returned to Eternal Star City, Marios was unkind enough to stop the prince from showing his face, insisting that he stay in the carriage in a low-key manner, saying that it would "save him a lot of trouble."

And he ......

He haughtily gave Marios a sword.

Morat exhaled and let the black-veined vines on his knees stretch wildly:

"Most of the aristocracy and the high-ranking people, who have grown up under such norms, are almost instinctive: they know to act with self-control, to be cautious in their attitudes, to behave in a manner that is to be courteous and serious, and they subconsciously practice the principles of separation and division in order to avoid becoming bad examples and breaking the embankment, and letting power, whether it be suction from above or buoyancy from below, consume them. ”

With a feeling of being lost to the bottom, Tails snorted sarcastically.

"You're saying I need to go back and rebuild my etiquette lessons?"

But the black prophet's eyes were sharp, and he ignored his interjection:

But it also creates a problem that these people use every day without realizing it: they are used to doing it, as if it were instinct, but they don't know why they do it. ”

"They will not be able to cross this high wall and dam, and they will be at a loss in the face of the barbaric gesture of power after it has broken free from its shackles. ”

The old man in the wheelchair looked directly at Tails, and his tone changed:

"But Your Highness Tails, you, you are different. ”

Tails was stunned.

The Black Prophet curled the corners of his mouth slightly:

"You are noble in birth, but you are humble in your life. ”

"You are based on the upper reaches of the river, but you can better understand the monstrous waves on the lower reaches of the other side than most of the noble children and gentlemen. ”

"And today you see how they inconspicuously originate from tiny ripples under your noble fingertips. ”

Tails bit his lower lip.

"First this mess, then my past......"

The prince suppressed the confusion and confusion in his heart:

"Having said all this, do you want me to stand on this high wall, make trade-offs between gains and losses of power, make sacrifices, ignore and accept the 'great waves' after the 'ripples', so that I can overcome my weaknesses and become truly 'strong'?"

Speaking of this, Tails was bitter in his heart.

Morat stared at him for a long, long time.

But unexpectedly, the old man shook his head in the end.

"Nope. ”

"I told you to eliminate your weaknesses. ”

"But the means don't have to be tight. ”

In the next second, the Black Prophet's tone became urgent, and every word contained strength:

"A little wave, and the torrent rolls. ”

"To put it mildly, there is a lot of color. ”

"Whispering, it can be deafening. ”

Morat's eyes flashed, and there was a blade in them:

"On the other hand, it's not a weakness, it's a strength. ”

"It is the true power of power. ”

"The power that many people dream of. ”

At that moment, Tails had a delusion:

The old man in the wheelchair in front of him turned into the deepest point of endless darkness, devouring all the light.

King Nunn, King Chaman, King Kessel...... These people seemed to be on the other side of the darkness, looking at him gloomily.

The black-veined vines made an ominous sound, and the wriggling became more and more violent.

"You are not good at drinking, so countless brewers have been laid off and unemployed by the suspicion and confusion of the banquet organizers about your preferences......"

"But your clear taste for wine can also force wine merchants to find out just to make better wines, or to do everything possible to develop new business routes for exporting abroad. ”

The Black Prophet suddenly became aggressive:

"Your reckless duel at a banquet will make thousands of young people bleed the streets on the spur of the moment. ”

"But your bravery in the face of duel can also inspire the martial spirit of the kingdom and sweep away the sound of obscurity. ”

"Your leniency for outlaws like Al Lar will make countless vassals unstable and ready to move. ”

But your harsh pursuit of justice and life can also warn people's hearts of ghosts, deter unhealthy tendencies, and unite noble people to fight for you. ”

"You are good in the banquet, and you will be able to move up and down, which will lead to profit-seeking villains flocking to the crowd, and it is difficult to know the blessings and misfortunes of the small people. ”

But you can also turn your hand into the fold and make a difference, leading the way to the kingdom and opening the way to the future. ”

Tails was stunned as he faced the Secret Division's intelligence chief.

I saw the old man say gloomily:

"You, on both sides of the wall, should focus on these, not on the ruins of power after the flood has passed. ”

The power of power.

Tails stared at Morat, his mind mixed and confused.

But then he remembered another passage:

[Trust me, your people can always give you unexpected and counterproductive feedback.] 】

[People will always respond to the ruler in a way that he did not expect and caught him off guard. 】

The Duke of the Western Wilderness seemed to be standing in front of him again, with a hideous and terrifying face, and a tacit smile at him.

Tails' heart was blocked.

"But you did," he said with difficulty:

"My 'act' itself is more influential than its content and substance. ”

"No matter what I do, there will be countless messes, and if I deliberately make up for it......"

"That's right!"

The Black Prophet interrupted him in a loud voice, but the serpent's spitting voice was very powerful at this moment:

"That's why you have to be more focused and give it your all,"

"Try to get the content and substance of your actions," he said, pointing his finger to Tails' heart.

"Beyond itself. ”

"Transcend its position with the original sin of existence, which, in turn, covers its weakness. ”

"Are you worried that with the bonus of your position, your concern for your childhood friends will become their prison river ferrybell?" The Black Prophet suddenly mentioned what Tails cared about the most, "Then you have to think more about how to make your care, your behavior, go beyond the limitations of your position of power, and get rid of that fateful ferryboat." ”

Tails looked uncertain and disorganized.

"It's not about making amends, it's about controlling. It's not about standing on this high wall and sighing for a long time, but riding on this high wall and breaking the waves. ”

The Black Prophet snorted coldly: "There is a proverb in the Far East......

"The gentleman is servant, and the villain is servant. ”

Tails pondered in silence.

"Your Highness," Morat pressed the arm of his chair, and the black-veined vines on it gradually calmed down: "The first king is like this. ”

"Crown Prince Midil is like that. ”

"Your Majesty Kessel, too. ”

Hearing the familiar name, Tails frowned fiercely.

He stared at each other:

"What if...... I can't do it?"

The Black Prophet smiled.

"You can do it. ”

Morat turned his wheelchair and turned his back to the prince.

"From the moment you return home, you can do it. ”

"You've been ready for a long time. ”

"It's just one kick away. ”

He said sadly:

"It's just that you're too cautious, too fearful, too wary of its unpredictable power, with its possible consequences. ”

Tails gritted his teeth, his thoughts uncertain.

After a few seconds, he jerked his head up and looked at the Black Prophet's back.

"I don't like you. ”

"I know," Morat didn't reply:

"But as I said, it doesn't matter if you like me or not. ”

"The important thing is whether you don't like me and whether you can surpass me and you," said the old man slowly.

"Under your control, it makes a real difference. ”

Tails' expression changed slightly.

Morat took a deep breath, tossed his wheelchair, and prepared to leave.

Right now.

"Will you be alone?"

The Black Prophet paused.

I saw Tails cast a gaze behind him:

"Lord Hansen, you said before that it has been a long, long time since you met someone who could be at peace in your presence and not be afraid to lie to you. ”

"It must have been lonely. ”

Morat didn't speak, only his back was gone.

"So ......"

Tails' tone changed slightly:

"The Red Witch. ”

At that moment, Tails saw the black vein vines in the Black Prophet's wheelchair stir.

"Lady Kasan, who is said to be able to deceive you, is not afraid to lie to you...... Does she count as one?"

Morat remained silent, only the black-veined vines wriggled back and forth, growing more and more jubilant.

The atmosphere in the interrogation room became delicate.

After a few seconds.

"I beg your pardon, I'm old and have limited energy. ”

"I'll go rest first," the Black Prophet didn't move, but the demonic vines on his knees shook terribly, covering the wheels and dyeing it endless pitch black:

"Raphael, treat Your Highness well and make sure he feels at home. ”

Tails turned his head in shock, only to realize that Raphael was already standing in the doorway before he knew it.

The barren bowed respectfully.

Morat's wheelchair rolled strangely and surprisingly under the cover of pitch-black vines, carrying him forward and disappearing outside the door.

The interrogation room regained its tranquility and relaxation.

Tails stared blankly in the direction of the Black Prophet's departure.

So, his wheelchair can actually move on its own. ”

He muttered:

"I don't need to push at all. ”

Raphael came to his side and smiled:

"Sometimes, some people may just need to push that hand. ”

Tails sighed.

"How did you get along with him after all these years?"

Raphael raised an eyebrow and looked at the doorway where the Black Prophet had disappeared.

He said, "The Bone Man said calmly:

"And I listen. ”

Tails snorted with a gloomy face:

"I guess so. ”

Raphael smiled lightly and motioned to the door:

"As I said, you're only going to get more uncomfortable when you get to the secret department. ”

The prince sighed and followed Raphael out of the interrogation room.

"Belicia, the girl is gone?"

With mixed feelings, Tails walked past the portrait of Princess Theodora ("I didn't look at you so much, you swear a dick, narcissistic pen!" - Tails's inner incompetence angers the little theater), and asked with a match.

Raphael nodded:

"What, you want to spend some more time with her?"

Tails frowned at him, disgruntled.

Raphael smiled lightly and raised his hand in surrender.

Tails glanced sideways at him and snorted softly:

"It's you...... Cohen?"

"He'll be fine," Raphael said without any shame, "when she realizes he's not me." ”

"But you won't," Tails said coldly, with a bit of a lift, "when he realizes that you sold him." ”

"It's okay," Raphael said with ease:

"He's used to it. ”

"And, Cohen......"

Raphael paused slightly, the corners of his mouth curved, and put what he wanted to say into his heart:

He couldn't beat me.

"Raphael. ”

The two walked silently for a while, and Tails suddenly spoke:

"Do you do that often?"

"Give it to me...... Wipe your ass?"

Raphael frowned and looked back.

"Morat, I have always been at odds with the secret science – we are always going our separate ways, we don't get along. Tails said quietly.

"I'll give it to you...... Caused a lot of trouble?"

Raphael sighed slightly.

"Probably. He replied casually and said nothing.

Tails scoffed.

Yes.

"But it's not all trouble, is ......it? Did you help?"

Tails remembered the "mess" he had seen today, and the "ass" that Mykoh had wiped on him.

What you need to do is not to make amends, but to control. 】

Raphael was silent for a while.

"Do you want me to be honest?"

Tails looked at the Bones.

"The country is the conference, Longxiao City, the Great Desert, the Blade Tooth Camp ......"

Raphael's face remained unchanged, counting the locations one by one:

"Basically, all the occasions where you are 'free to play' and save the world alone, ...... help"

"It's all busy. ”

Tails' face changed.

"Won't it?"

Raphael turned his head and gave him a polite smirk.

"But—"

Tails caught up with him, and said angrily:

"The state is the meeting, if I hadn't moved Jenn......"

"We have a backup plan. ”

"In Longxiao City, if I hadn't gone back and defeated Rumba......"

"We also have a backup plan. ”

"Great Desert ......"

"Expected. ”

"Bladefang Camp ......"

"Totally busy. ”

Tails didn't come up in a breath, and said unhappily:

"Really?"

Raphael shrugged: "The Kingdom Secret Branch is the most well-planned place in the stars, and we have a record of any accidents - including you, the prince's ass is one of them." ”

Hearing the name, Tails took a deep breath and reminded himself not to get angry.

"Well, take that most exaggerated example......"

"Six years ago, when you performed the Dragon's Blood, did you ever think that it would get out of control like this?

Raphael glanced back at him.

"Of course. ”

"It's all expected. ”

Tails was stunned for a moment, and was immediately laughed angrily:

"Your secrets...... How dare you say that?"

Raphael shook his head and said slowly:

"That's true. ”

"The status and function of the secret department, the relationship between the two countries and the strength and weakness have long determined what the consequences will be once the battle of dragon blood starts. ”

"But the most important thing is that no matter how things develop, they are still within acceptable limits and have not exceeded our expectations. ”

"Even if there is an accident, it is within the scope of the backup plan. ”

Tails snorted disdainfully.

"Really?"

Tails took a deep breath and remembered the conversation he had just had with the Black Prophet about the consequences of power:

"Charman is king, and his ambition is greater than that of Nunn. ”

"The Northland is erosive, and the chaos is far greater than expected. ”

"The prince was captured, and the succession to the throne was in doubt. ”

"These are also planned?"

The two moved on.

"Didn't we say that it doesn't matter if Rumba wins, or if Nun wins, the two sides fight to the death," Raphael said nonchalantly.

"After the dragon's blood, Exter will be shattered inch by inch, and it will be difficult to coalesce, as it is now. ”

"As for Rumba's ambitions, the situation in the Northlands, or your whereabouts......"

"It's all in plan. ”

All right.

Tails sneered again and again, and he hugged his arms:

"What about the calamity?"

"Once that blood-colored octopus in Longxiao City gets out of control, and the Sky Queen doesn't come?"

Raphael was silent for a while.

"Rest assured, we have a backup plan as well. ”

The barren bone man said lightly:

"Even if the dragon doesn't come, we have an absolutely safe way to completely suppress the blood scourge. ”

Recalling the power of the magician Giza, Tails smiled sarcastically.

Yes.

I deeply doubt it.

"So, what about your plan being seen through by the Scarlet Witch and being laid by the backdoor?

"Since you are going to Longxiao City, you will inevitably have to fight the dark room," Raphael was not flustered:

"It was also expected to be blocked by them. ”

"Didn't you get out safely? ”

Tails cocked the corners of his mouth and shook his head.

It sounds like a hard mouth.

"What about when King Chaman enters Valhalla, preparing to entangle the Grand Dukes, join forces to go south, and invade the stars?"

The prince said coldly:

"Don't tell me, that's to be expected?"

"There's a backup plan too?"

Raphael didn't look back:

"Of course. ”

Tails shook his head disdainfully and sneered:

"That's right, the backup plan is a chimney for the little boy to turn around and break into Valhalla......"

Raphael's footsteps suddenly stopped!

They stopped.

Tails looked back in confusion.

"This should have been a top secret, but, Your Highness, since you are so suspicious......"

At that moment, the prince suddenly found that the expression of the barren bone man was extremely serious.

"Let me put it this way. ”

Raphael's red eyes stared straight at him:

"Do you think that if Rumba had succeeded in framing you as the assassin of King Nunn, and even persuaded the Grand Dukes to send troops south, we would really have no means of countermeasures?"

Countermeasures......

Tails frowned secretly.

"Further, you stand here, and for six years you have been thinking that you are alone to save the world and turn the tide......"

The prince changed color slightly.

Raphael's tone is very mysterious, with a deep meaning:

"How do you know that ...... in Valhalla that day?"

"Allies who secretly communicate with us and cooperate with each other......"

Just listen to Raphael's quiet words:

"Rumba is the only one?"

The voice fell.

Time seemed to stand still in that second.

Tails was completely stunned.

Only one of the rumba.

What the......

Meaning?

In the quiet corridor of the secret department, Raphael looked at the stunned Tails with a blank expression.

"It may not be polite to say that, Your Highness. ”

"Even if you made a bold choice. ”

Beside them, the "Oriental Shadow" Alf looked at them quietly on the portrait.

"But you're just a ...... in a chess game, in a myriad of spare pieces"

Raphael narrowed his eyes and said in a deep tone:

"One of them. ”

Tails froze for a full ten seconds.

One of them?

At that moment, Tails seemed to return to the bloody storm of six years ago, and heard the hustle and bustle of Longxiao City all night.

Disaster strikes, Nunn's death, Black Sands enters the city, Grand Duke's Alliance, South to the Stars, Archduke, King Chaman......

But......

Old scenes flashed through my mind.

Tails only felt that his mind was stiff and sluggish.

Longxiao City, Valhalla.

Everything in the past, like a beautiful painting, has just been torn apart by Raphael.

But......

No.

One of them.

No!

Raphael looked at the prince's distraught expression, smiled with satisfaction, and turned again.

But at this very moment.

"Bailal. ”

The Bones Man looked back strangely.

"Anker Al Barral, the assassin from last night. ”

I saw Tails slowly raise his head, his expression in a trance, and muttered.

"Raphael, I want to see him. ”

The prince frowned, slightly anxious:

"Now. ”