It was a raining night at the capital of Dawn kingdom
Two young Taoists were going around a slum, checking for demonic activities.
"Find anything?" Taoist A asked his colleague.
"No. What's about over there?" Taoist B said.
"I checked and found nothing." Taoist A answered.
"Ok. I think we should go back."
"Alright. I'm hungry right now!" Taoist A pointed at his belly, which he tried to make as thin as possible.
"Pffft...hahaha!"
"Hahaha!"
However, they didn't know that a man-Clark was observing from afar, while smiling creepily.
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Evil organization tower
"Nurarihyon-sama, what should we do with Clark?" asked Yuki-Onna, "You know that he is a little bit crazy when someone touches his things. He may alert the authority of the country where he goes to."
"You're right, among the other 9 winners of the competition, send 1 to fetch him back."
"Yes, Nurarihyon-sama!" Yuki-Onna replied.
===
Inside the System's dimension,
Patrick was viewing his reward: a package of skins for completing the quest of persuading Clark to believe him. The package of skins was a silver chest with purple gems, probably amethysts, engraved on it.
"I wonder if one of my skins is inside the package?" Layla asked herself.
"Okay, let's open it!" said Patrick.
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Without hesitation, Patrick pressed <
The chest was opened, and the figurines of the skins appeared in front of everyone like some data about someone taken from a computer or system featured in sci-fi movies.
There were five skins shown in total, Dyrroth's Scalebore skin, Layla's Green Flash, Saber's Golden Flash, Thamuz's Lord of Wraith. The fifth skin, Harley's Naughty Joker, had nothing to do with Patrick's current Heroes
("This skin looks like a joke among the skins that belong to my current Heroes!") Patrick thought while looking at the joker face of Harley.
("But that's not my concern now, ugh!") Patrick looked at his Heroes, who were looking at each other hostilely, like they were enemies since they were born.
"The pitiful master summoned me first, so I'll be the first one to get a skin, so back off, you pitiful creatures!" said Dyrroth.
"I taught you how to fight, so I'm deserved to have a skin first!" Thamuz said.
"I won't give in!" Layla pointed her Leviathan rifle prototype at the two demons.
Saber did not say anything, but instead use his ability, "Orbiting Swords", and shot out flying swords that circled around the others, preparing to attack at any time.
"Hey, stop it!" Patrick said.
The four Heroes ignored him.
"I said STOP IT!" this time Patrick shouted.
Layla sighed and withdrew her rifle. She decided to stand aside and let Patrick handle the three Heroes and make the final decision.
However, the other three Heroes still looked like they were gonna kill each other at any moment.
"I suggest you use a stronger measure on them." Tigreal said.
Without saying anything further, Patrick took out his own Leviathan rifle prototype and shot at the three.
BOOM
"This kind of attack again, huh pitiful Master!" said Dyrroth after falling down, black burn marks could be seen on his face.
"I already told you, I'm the Boss here, and I make the final decision, whether you like it or not!"
"Alright, about the only skin that we will get," Patrick continued, "I want to be fair, so I will reward the Hero with the most merits in my next quest the skin. How does that sound?"
The three Heroes did not say anything, implying that they too accepted Patrick's condition. Layla also nodded.
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The next morning,
"Your Highness, it's time to wake up!" Alfred, Patrick's valet, said.
"Mmm...5 minutes...mmm" Patrick said.
"Your Highness, today is the day you have to try on the ceremonial robe for your Royal Debut..."
"No rush...5 minutes..."
"Sigh..."
5 minutes later
"Your Highness..."
"5 more minutes...mmm"
"This brat...the moment I look away, he reverts back to his past self!" Thamuz was furious.
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"Greetings, I'm John McCarthy from the Interpol." John McCarthy introduced himself to the Chief Police at Dawn city, capital of Dawn Kingdom.
"It's an honor to work with you!" the Chief Police shook hands with McCarthy.
"Let's go into the case. You know what the Interpol's here for."
The Chief nodded and asked his subordinate to give McCarthy files about the cannibalism case, which had the same culprits with the case in country Z.
"Has there been any news about the murderers or any new case?" McCarthy asked while skimming through the files.
The Chief shook his head:
"No, I'm afraid not. There's not a single clue. It's like they have disappeared into thin air."
"Sigh...local police...always so inefficient...the Interpol will handle this from now on, but the local police will provide any help should we ask for it."
"I understand...we will do our best to cooperate with the Interpol."
"Good...first the Interpol needs access to the files of the police in Dawn Kingdom." McCarthy demanded.
"That I cannot give you, Mr. McCarthy." the Chief calmly replied.
"WHAT?!!!"
"According to Article 54, Clause 2, of Dawn Kingdom's Police Law, 'in case of cooperation between the Dawn Kingdom's police force with foreign or international police force, and the latter wants to gain access to the former's files for further investigation, permission to the files can only be granted by the Monarch, or a Royal Family's member that is entrusted with this authority by the Monarch.'"
McCarthy intended to say something, but was cut by the Chief, who continued:
"Please remember that although our country allows cooperation with the Interpol, but the Interpol does not have jurisdiction here. And our country intends to remain that way."
McCarthy was mad, and he became madder when he saw a young policeman standing aside giggled.
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McCarthy left the meeting room and slammed the door behind him.
"Simon," he turned to his assistant, "contact the whatever "royal department" they have, saying that the Interpol seeks an audience with His Majesty! I can't believe they still retain royalty in this day and age."
"Yes, sir!"
===
Meanwhile,
"It's too tight, make it a little looser!" Patrick said while he was looking at himself in the mirror.
He was wearing black royal uniform, which look quite bland without any medals. Every male members of the Royal Family is expected to serve in the military for a short time, earning some medals put on to decorate their uniform. However, considering King Frederik VII's advanced age and the fact that Patrick is the heir to the throne, he wouldn't have to serve in the military. His future decorations would probably come from medals and insignias of the orders of knights inside Dawn Kingdom and around the world, along with honors granted by foreign countries.
"But it will show that you have fat, even though your fat has decreased lately, we don't want to damage your image."
"Fine, I will have to bear with it." Patrick sighed. He didn't even want to think about what kind of hellish training we will go through if the Thamuz and Dyrroth saw that he couldn't fit in his robe.
("Now, that merit system. At that time, I just want them to stop but I haven't thought thoroughly how it will operate.") Patrick thought.