"Your Majesty, the Special Security Force of the Royal Investigation Bureau, led by Prince Bruce, is launching an attack on us..." Bonnie got straight to the point as she walked into the room.
"Dear Bonnie." James turned away from the window: "Look, I know what's happening. Don't worry, what you need to do now is to fend off their attack and wait for reinforcements."
James's expression had regained its composure and calmness, but the twitch at the corner of his eye betrayed his inner anger: "My son is attacking their father, and I don't know who to trust anymore." He smiled, an indescribably peculiar smile: "But I trust you. The Mythical Army has always been trustworthy, hasn't it?"
