(From Blue's Perspective)
"Where did you say you want to meet up with him? It's not the palace, I suppose," he said knowingly.
"Yes, I wrote him that the central clock tower would be a good place," I said. "We will go undercover. Is that okay?"
"Hm, it's not bad," he said and took a sip of his wine. "When?"
"Around eight," I replied. "The place will be crowded that time, so no one will notice us much. The central clock tower closes at ten, right? We will have two hours in hand."
"That's good," he said.
"You don't look like you like it," I said.
"I don't like the fact that we are meeting him. Other things are fine," he muttered.
"Dem, we are not meeting him because of no reason. We need to know what is written on that paper."
"I know... Isn't that why I am putting up with it?"
"... Anyway, I did not write about the rebels' matter in the letter," I said. "I told you I am going to, but I did not."
