"I actually suspect that this so-called 'Alai' is Avalon's 'Aleister.' The one who caused His Majesty to burst into a thunderous rage recently,"
General Karl by the window suddenly spoke, "The woman who removed the spies we had planted in Avalon—my intuition tells me this."
"You mean that fatso Drost?"
Count Leipzig chuckled softly, his face's gentle smile unshaken, "He's irrelevant. His Majesty treats him so well only to set an example for the Avalonians who have abandoned Darkness for Light. His preferential treatment won't last long."
"You have inside information?"
General Karl turned around.
"Not really inside information. Or rather, it's something many people are aware of."
