The dungeons in the royal house.
The Princess and the Saint stand in front of the door with the number "1898v3" on which "Bishop" is scratched.
The kid spoke.
— When did you say the house was built?
— It's impossible... It's brand new.
— Hmm... Maybe the house is new, but the basement is old, it's interesting isn't it?
— Are you kidding me?
Svyat raised his voice.
— Yes, of course! We find dungeons in the throne room that have been visited only by those who are probably no longer alive, and there is also a fresh inscription with the name of the second person, because of whom I cannot sleep peacefully. Of course I'm kidding!..
—Okay, okay, calm down. Let's take a look at what's here.
Charlotte reached for the disheveled doorknob. The kid spoke softly.
—Won't it come back to us later?
Charlotte stopped, but sighed, took hold of the handle and tried to open it.
— It's locked.
Svyat exhaled.
— For the first time, I'm glad the door is closed...
— Do you still have the lockpicks?
— Now...
Svyat started rummaging in his pockets. Suddenly, there was a soft rustle and a small shadow flashed by.
Charlotte and Svyat fell silent and looked towards the sound.
The boy, with shaking hands, lit up a part of the wall with a torch, but saw nothing.
— Stay close...
— I agree.
They took small steps, not paying attention to the other rooms.
After some time, they reached the wall, near which there was a strange black object.
Svyat came closer and examined him. It turned out to be the severed tail of a lizard. The kid examined him.
— Heh, I definitely didn't expect to see him. — Svyat sniffed him. — fresh. Watch it move.
Charlotte sighed, then looked at the nearest door with the number "1885" and put her hand on the handle. The saint spoke.
— Listen, maybe that's enough for today, I definitely can't take another hassle today.
— But we're so close to find out the answers...
— That's how you become a queen, and you'll find out - I give you my word. You can remember even in the most inconvenient case.
Charlotte was staring at the door handle. Then she calmly let go.
— We need to get up, we must not arouse much suspicion.
They went to the exit. The princess smiled and said along the way.
— When will I be, you say?
Svyat sighed.
— Yes... Your Majesty ponytail.
— But this was not included in the contract.
— And now he's coming in...
In a few hours at the royal house.
The Princess and Chise were standing at the door to the ballroom. Chise asked.
— Are you feeling well?
— Huh? Sorry, I was thinking.
— Well, are we going in or not?
The princess peered at the doorknob.
— Uncle will be worried if I don't show up. — Charlotte smiled — and that's why we're not going.
Chise smiled back and spread her hands.
— Your word.
— But it's better to check on Grandma anyway.
The girls walked down the corridor, turning the corner, they came across the Duke of Normandy
and Gazelle. The princess said with a smile.
— Uncle, what an amazing meeting.
— Charlotte, are you really running away?
— To tell the truth, it's really more important for me to know about my grandmother's condition than this meeting.
— Hmm... benevolent, but extremely futile.
— What are you talking about?
— Due to Mary's inexperience and Richard's "situation", you are the closest heir to the throne.
— Are you happy, Uncle?
— Don't bother looking for praise, but get ready in case Mary really abdicates the throne...
The Gazelle whispered something to the Duke.
— I have to go now, don't burden Grandma.
— Very well, Uncle.
Everyone dispersed, but the Duke spoke.
— And yes, Charlotte.
— Yes, Uncle?
— If you wish, do not leave the palace, today they promise "heavy" precipitation, especially "red" snow...
Charlotte's face changed.
— Chise, let's go quickly, we need to hurry...
At this time in the city near ghost Street.
Ange and Svyat in uniform walk along the street. The girl, looking around the house, says.
— Aren't there too many details in the costume?
— Maybe, but the memory of everything. Then the raincoat, the cap, and the Harlequin shirt came in handy.
— What are you carrying the mask for?
— Don't you know? We're spies, anonymity comes first, and it's because of someone's negligence that I found your hiding place.
Ange sighed.
— You're right about something.
— Well, I agree that I visited a lot. Should I put your ribbon away too?
— No... You can keep her.
Svyat tightened the bow contentedly. After a few houses, they found the right one. Ange spoke up.
— I think it's him...
— Gloomy.
Ange went to the door while Svyat was suspiciously looking at the windows of the neighboring house.
The girl picked the lock in a matter of seconds and opened the front door. The Saint watched this with interest, after which he took away the key to the house he had given him.
They entered the house. After walking down the corridor, there was a fork in front of them with two doors and a staircase to the second floor. Ange spoke up.
— Let's split up. I'm from above, you're from below...
Svyat's gaze slanted. Looking at this, Ange rolled her eyes and went up the stairs. The saint opened the first door he saw, and there was a living room inside.
The kid looked around the room. He walked around the carpet in the center and began checking the worn bookshelf.
At this time, Ange was walking through the second floor, searching every room. Soon, she came across the only locked door. Opening it easily, she found an office with a long table and chairs.
The girl went to the table and waved her hand. Not even finding a speck of dust, Ange noticed a drawer, opening which revealed a stack of documents.
Around this time, while fumbling in the kitchen, the Saint heard the sounds of gunshots. Grabbing the first knife he saw, the boy jumped up to the second one.
At the end of the corridor, two men in suits with pistols appeared. When they noticed the kid, they started shooting.
Svyat deflected a couple of bullets, after which he threw a knife in front of the man standing. The knife went through his hand, which caused the man to drop the gun. Svyat immediately flew into him from the foot, stunning the agent.
After regrouping, the kid took out his favorite weapon. With a sickle, he disarms the second, and stuns with a hammer.
Running into the office, the boy saw two agents break through to Ange, which made the girl unable to aim properly.
Ange fired a couple of bullets in a fit, but they landed on the floor. One agent handcuffed the girl's hand, and the other tried to take the gun away, but Ange pushed him back, where the Saint grabbed him and knocked him to the floor.
Ange grabbed the key ball, but at that moment the agent had already shackled his other hand, after which he screamed.
— I caught one!
At that moment, Ange turned on the key ball and, jumping away from the chair, flew into the agent with her feet.
The man regained consciousness, pulled out a pistol and started firing, but the Svyat caught himself in time and tripped up, causing bullets to go through the wall.
The boy stood up and knocked the pistol out of the agent's hands, but the second agent took the
Svyat by the scruff of the neck and threw him against the door.
Svyat immediately wanted to stand up, but a silhouette appeared in front of him, it turned out to be
Richard, who said with a smile.
— Well, hello, wick.
Svyat's face expressed all his displeasure.
— Come on, fu...
At this time in the royal house
The Queen's chambers.
The Queen was talking.
— It was a great time, but you still haven't told me about Mary. Isn't it difficult for her?
— It's really not easy for her, but she has expressed a desire not to ascend the throne, negotiations are underway, but the decision will be announced this week.
— Well, as long as Mary doesn't have any health problems, and you don't have to worry about the kingdom, I'll try to last as long as it takes.
The Queen started coughing.
— Grandma, you shouldn't strain yourself too much.
The Queen said with a smile.
— I'm sorry for making you worry about me. Besides, you won't have to if you become the queen.
Charlotte was surprised.
At this time, outside the door, Chise and the guard were standing on opposite sides of the door and looking at the wall. The girl was thinking to herself.
— That's the willpower to stand like that all day.
A man started walking by. Chise and the guard looked at him suspiciously. Seeing this, the man immediately quickened his pace, speaking in a squeaky voice.
— Sorry...
after which they continued to stare at the wall.
At that time, Charlotte was talking in the room.
— Come on, Grandma, I also do not aspire to become a queen while you are on the throne.
The Queen grinned.
— Don't kid yourself, Charlotte, I see much more than you imagine.
Charlotte became more serious, and the queen continued.
— Besides, you know no less and are better prepared for this difficult job, and your friends will help you a little.
Charlotte continued to listen attentively, not missing a single word. The Queen folded her arms and looked ahead.
— In my youth, there were also people dear to me, but most of them remained just people. Unfortunately, I couldn't find it at that time... to find loved ones, but you...
Charlotte smiled slightly. The Queen looked at the princess again.
— You have many friends, and they are all different: from noblewomen with policemen to completely inconspicuous, but sensitive people.
Charlotte's smile was visible to the naked eye, and the queen continued.
— The only thing worth it is the kid who saved people from the fire. I wish I had such friends and a loved one by my side...
The choice is yours and it's up to you to decide how the kingdom will go, but right now you have more important things to do than listen to the outpourings of an old lady...
Charlotte shed a small tear, wiped it away, stood up and hugged her grandmother. The queen, despite the slight discomfort, hugged the princess and said.
— Come on, go before it starts raining.
Charlotte left the room. There was a bright smile on her face. Chise asked.
— Are you all right?
— With me? — The princess wiped away her tears. — it couldn't be better. Let's go now.
They walked down the hallway. On the stairs, Charlotte seemed to have an idea and she rushed forward. Follow her.
Running to the guest room, Charlotte entered it. There was a table in the middle of the interior, and on it was a letter. Charlotte unfolded it and, after reading it, said.
— We urgently need to see Ange... He's back.