A helicopter was flying straight in the direction of Los Angeles. Sitting inside said helicopter, a young man with neatly combed black hair and blood-red eyes was gazing forward, his eyes filled with contemplation.
"I thought that the Silver Princess' birthday was on the 9th."
"That is indeed the case young master. It seems like something transpired in the house of the Great Wolves. Should we just return?"
The young man listened to his secretary while his blood-red eyes were shining in an intrigued light.
"I came to apologize for my conduct and give some compensation. I intend to fulfill the purpose of my visit…"
"Yes but…"
"No buts. I owe them and my actions in the past have put us in a position where we have to bow our heads and beg them for forgiveness. However, now— if I were to offer my help to them in these times of danger, then the debt I owe them would be waived or at least greatly diminished. Don't you think?"
