A bomb has been stolen. It is believed that the party responsible is the Hands of the Rewarded, also known as HDB. H stands for Hands, D for the, and B for Rewarded. But what are they planning, and how should Lilly Moon proceed?
HDB Member: "We have no choice... I suppose we'll have to deal with the Council in a different way after all... This is so difficult for us... They took my house away from me, claiming that I had bought it through unfair means... Hahhhh... I only destroyed that house because I wanted it for my family. I don't care if those poor bastards living there didn't want to leave, even if it meant losing one of their members."
HDB Member: "What are we supposed to do now?... They have a bomb, and now we have one too... But... we have Zantanel to thank for that."
The rich against the poor... And in the end, both sides will completely destroy each other... Mr Forgotten certainly did a great job. As always, he remains in the shadows... and made sure I could negotiate with these idiots... Chaos... The worst mistake Dark Umbrella ever made was killing Remy. But now... he's no longer here, and my joy has disappeared once again... (Grins) This world may have Death... but it doesn't have Suffering. And I... will become their suffering. Death is merciful... Suffering is not...)... Anyway, I'll gladly leave the rest to you. Great for that chaos
HDB Member: "Sure..."
Zantanel: "(While these idiots think I'm on their side... I've already told Mr Forgotten to inform the Council that they have the bomb. That way, it will look like a declaration of war... It could lead to a civil war. Dark Umbrella could, of course, interfere... But as long as I create pain and suffering... my goal will be achieved. Thanks to the black hole, I can change the course of events...)."
(Meanwhile)
(Munch!)
John: "Mmm, this is delicious."
Fiona: "Mmm... Hmm?"
Fiona was wearing her undershirt and continued eating.
Fiona: "You'll get used to the delicious food here."
John: "Ohh... Okay... No offense, but this is the first time I've seen you with your shoulders exposed. You really don't like showing them, do you?"
Fiona: "Hmm... My shoulders are still okay. My back, however, is only something I show a little."
Sophie: "She likes it because... she doesn't consider it important. But when she's around us, she has no problem with it."
She was wearing another undershirt beneath the first one.
John: "Could it be that you're wearing two?"
Fiona: "Yes. (Munch)... Why? Are you so annoyed because you want to see my body?"
John: "I'm not annoyed. But I'd be lying if I said that... it didn't interest me."
Sophie: "Hmm..."
Fiona: "Well... At least you're honest..."
She stood up.
Fiona: "Thanks for the food."
Fiona likes sweet food, but there is one fruit that she dislikes despite its sweetness: dragon fruit. She actually doesn't like it at all. Her favorite fruits are watermelon and pomegranate. She loves pomegranates so much that she eats a plate of them every day, even though they are expensive.
Sophie: "What? But you still have time... get some time with us.
Fiona: "I want to get some work done. Thanks."
Rosika: "Mmmm."
Rosika was eating. While holding her food and chewing, she looked at Fiona. She looked like an angel; her yellow, beautiful eyes they were she looked at Fiona were super cute. She is really like an angel. The way she wears clothes, she is like Fiona; she does not like showing herself much.
Rosika: "Mmm?"
Fiona: "Well... I hope you all enjoy your meal."
She kissed Rosika on the forehead before heading upstairs.
Rosika: "Mmmm..."
Sophie: "...(Sweating)... Rosika... That's too cute. Stop it."
Rosika: "Mm? What's wrong? I always eat like this."
Sophie: "Yes, that's true... That's exactly why it's difficult for me to eat. You look so cute when you eat like that."
Siegfried: "One eats cutely, while the other one eats... um... really... wildly."
John: "Mmmffffff... Mmm?!...huh?...
He was eating with his mouth full, and his plate looked like a battlefield.
Sophie: "(Sweating)... What the hell?!... Dude, that looks like a war zone! The poor broccoli soldiers!!!"
Viola: "...Excuse me?"
Lina: "Hahhh."
Lina put her hand against her forehead.
Lina: "Only Sophie could come up with something like that."
(Meanwhile)
Mr Forgotten: "Hmm?"
Zantanel: "There you are... Forgotten..."
Mr Forgotten: "Yes... Is there something I can help you with, dear Zantanel?"
Zantanel: "I want you to find more information... Nosferatu isn't dead, but she can no longer help us. I need to take care of this Lilly myself."
Mr Forgotten: "You're not strong enough yet... Besides, she's the favorite sister of Death."
Zantanel: "...I don't care. On the contrary... This way, I can make my father suffer, even though he didn't even know I existed."
Mr Forgotten: "Zantanel... Don't forget that you're intelligent. But... sometimes you focus too much on chaos. Patience, my lady. Patience... Intelligence and patience."
Zantanel: "Hmm..."
Mr Forgotten: "Besides, it's not really necessary, is it? Do you think Lilly will always be there to help them? The Dark Bride probably had her reasons, after all."
Zantanel: "All right... By the way... You've encountered Dark Umbrella several times. Them and their Crows... What do you think of them?"
Mr Forgotten: "The current Crows aren't bad, but they're very young... We can take advantage of that... I remember two of them who caused me quite a lot of trouble. Actually, three... Tom Fog, Thomas Schneider, and, of course, Layla Household..."
Zantanel: "Hmm?"
Mr Forgotten: "Dark Umbrella... The frightening thing about it is that it's an organization recognized worldwide, which is quite rare... Every kingdom has given them permission to operate... They must not be underestimated."
Zantanel: "Which of the new ones among the Crows frightens you the most?"
Mr Forgotten: "Two... Marcus Schneider and Fiona Philomela Household... Marcus is strong, and Fiona is intelligent... Hmph... She's also a Household. Her grandmother was different, though. She was more familiar with fighting... Fiona probably inherited her intelligence from her grandfather, Cell Osford."
Zantanel: "Cell Osford?... Isn't that the detective who was murdered at a very young age?"
Mr Forgotten: "He took his own life. Yes, he was intelligent... But... well... The woman he loved left him."
Cell Osford was a really well-known detective. People called him the mysterious guy. He was smart; he had short blonde hair and Green and Blue eyes, which was incredible for the ladies. He was the Dream man, but he was not really interested in all of this stuff. Fiona does not know that her Grandfather is a Known Person too.
Zantanel: "Was that Layla?"
Mr Forgotten: "No... Layla and he never had a relationship. They spent some time together... purely for fun and pleasure. Layla was simply... very, very indecent. Her daughter was like that at first, too... but her granddaughter is different. She's not interested in relationships. Fiona is probably... more like her father, Hanse."
Zantanel: "Why do you know so much about her?"
Mr Forgotten: "Hmm."
He stood up and approached her. He had black hair and glasses.
Mr Forgotten: "My information comes from a simple source... After all, you're standing in front of someone who has lived for over 200 years."
Zantanel: "Tell me... Do you actually know how these black holes appear? Are they really natural?"
Mr Forgotten: "The phenomenon itself, yes... It's natural. But for it to happen so frequently? No... That means something is causing the stars to die faster."
Zantanel: "Hmm... So you don't know."
Mr Forgotten: "I'm only human. I know a lot, but I'm not someone who can understand everything about these things..."
He pressed a button on the piano. A black bird was sitting on his head.
Mr Forgotten: "As long as this bird is with me, however, I feel safe."
Zantanel: "Hmm?"
Mr Forgotten: "Hehehe..."
(Meanwhile)
While the others had only just finished eating, Fiona was already back in her room, looking through the information.
Why would a party go so far as to steal a bomb?... This isn't just dangerous. It could also turn them into an outright illegal group... Why would they do something like this? Hmm... The bomb is called T41-S... A bomb designed to ensure that nobody would dare attack the Kingdom of Budapesz. This bomb can destroy three cities without any problems... Hmm... This isn't good. If they've already gone this far, they must have a plan. Nobody steals something like this for fun... They're planning something with it. How strong is this weapon?
She found a man with black hair, glasses, and skin as white as snow. He had a calm expression.
Fiona: "Hmm..."
Fiona felt uncomfortable looking at him, as if... he were watching her through the photograph.
Sophie: "Hello?"
The door opened.
Fiona: "Oh, hey... Sophie."
Sophie: "You're already working?"
Fiona: "Yes... I've found quite a few things... Tell me, Sophie... This man here... Who is he? Can you find out anything about him?"
Sophie: "Which man?"
Fiona: "The one with the glasses and long black hair."
Sophie: "You mean the one standing in the middle?"
Fiona: "The middle?"
She turned around.
Fiona: "(But... he was standing on the far left... Did I imagine it?)..."
Sophie: "All right... I can find out more about him. Sure."
Fiona: "Yes... Good. Thank you."
Sophie left the room, leaving Fiona confused.
Fiona: "Hmmmm... Huh?"
The picture was no longer black and white.
Fiona: "Is something wrong with the research box?"
That's what they called computers, by the way.
Fiona: "Hmm..."
Sophie: "Hello?"
She opened the door.
Fiona: "Hmm? Sophie?"
Sophie: "...What... What was it you wanted from me again?"
Fiona: "Huh?... Um... I wanted you to find out more about him. The man with the glasses and long hair."
Sophie: "Oh, yes... Sure."
She closed the door.
Fiona: "Hmm..."
(A Few Minutes Later)
Sophie: "Hey... Fiona... I've done some research."
Fiona: "Hmm?... About whom?"
Sophie: "Um... Yes... That's right. About whom, exactly?... Yes, the picture... Right... That... picture..."
Fiona: "Oh... Yes, yes... The picture..."
Sophie: "Oh, yes! That's right, the man!"
Fiona: "Yes... The man... Right..."
Sophie: "Tell me... Could something be wrong?"
Fiona: "Yes."
Sophie: "Hmm..."
They looked at the photograph. This time, he was standing completely on the right.
(Sweating)
Sophie: "Mmm... That's strange."
Fiona: "Hmm... Let's do this. Instead of researching the man, let's look through the photographs and find every picture that was taken during this period."
Sophie: "Hmm... 1250... July... Okay, okay..."
Fiona: "Let's do it together."
Fiona looked at her.
Fiona: "Hmm?"
Sophie: "Okay."
The two of them searched through the photographs.
Fiona: "Hmm..."
Sophie: "Oh... Here! I've found something."
She showed it to her.
Fiona: "Yes... That's him..."
Sophie: "Yes... Yes..."
Both of them were confused.
Fiona: "But... it says... 1320... How is that possible?"
Sophie: "Uh... Um... I have no idea... And what were we doing again?"
Fiona: "Hahh."
She turned it off.
Fiona: "Listen... Let's stop for a while."
Sophie: "Why do we keep forgetting what we're supposed to be doing?"
Fiona: "I have no idea."
Sophie: "Okay... Um... Let's look into something else instead. Surely he isn't important."
Fiona: "Yes."
Sophie: "Hmm... How about the people who made the bomb? The developers? What do you think? Or we could simply look into the Hands of the Rewarded party."
Fiona: "Good idea."
Sophie: "Mhm."