"Luther! You're late"

"Sorry Headmaster, I'll get ready right away."

"Let's go, We're all countin' on you tonight!"

It was already sunset when Luther had arrived on the scene of his co-worker's preparations so he ran passed his boss to a gigantic room filled with props and tools used for his upcoming show. There were also animals roaming freely throughout the complex of buildings and tents which were let out of there cages, relaxing them before the show. Lions, eagles, and creatures you would never expect to see anywhere else were all running around while everyone was screaming at each other, trying to relay their messages to each other.

The scene was in utter chaos but Luther had the luxury of having a room all to himself. He was going to be the main event of tonight's show and he was completely prepared from yesterday's practice, hence his late wake-up time. But the events of today weighed on his mind. No, he was not thinking about the death of the boys he probably will be remanded for, but it was the little girl he left with Celica. He was worried she would not know how to deal with someone from the Slums, remembering the time when he first met her and he scared her. He would have to hope that she could handle the situation on her own while he cleared his mind for what he was about to do next.

First, there were ten poles lined up by pairs of the same height with each pair having different heights. Each pair of poles were all connected by almost invisible wires and ordered randomly creating a midair arena near the ceiling of the building.

"Rollo, Pampda, to me!"

Luther yelled out as he finished putting on his pairs of gloves while two huge monkeys came from behind him, sprinting to be by his side and without a moment of hesitation, they each took one of his hands and threw him up to the second level of poles. And there, he began practising for tonight's show.

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"And there you have it my Liege."

Brock knelt on one knee looking down at the floor while explaining what had happened to the king.

"Hmmm," King Trite said as held his hand on his chin, rubbing the circle beard he always had.

"King Trite, I demand that this Luther Ruxil is excuted for his crimes again my family!"

"Silence Pascal, do you know who that man is?"

"I don't care who he is, his actions led to the deaths of many children of this city and my son, I demand justice!"

Pascal was staring at the king but couldn't help but notice that Brock was shaking, fearing for what could happen next.

"You young little weakling! You dare shiver on the floor while my son lays in the ground!"

"Haaaah" The king let out a big sigh.

"Sir Pascal, This Luther Ruxil that you accuse is one of my old acquaintances and one of the previous generals of my army. You might know him from his nickname."

"Nickname?"

"The Devil of Everleade."

"Wasn't that just some rumour made up by the public for the entertainment of the children my King?"

"No, he was real, ask this young guard here. He served directly under Sir Ruxil, he's probably more scared of him more than me."

"But my Liege! What about my son!?"

"Your son should have been stopped by this young guard here, God knows why he wouldn't interfere"

The king was staring right at pascal with a furrowed brow.

"Plus, your son was killed by the tree that was falling down, not directly by Luther"

"But he's the one who incapacitated the boys, without that, the tree would have never had killed them! I urged you to reconsider."

"SILENCE!"

The King stood from his chair.

"I've had enough of this, your son got what he deserved. I have nothing more to say. Everyone is dismissed for today! Me and my family have to go get ready for the show for tonight, I heard that it will be featuring a new event and I do not want to miss it."

"MY KING!"

Pascal kept yelling as the king exited the audience hall ignoring him.

"Damn it!"

Pascal rushed out of the room with his servants

"Find that girl, If I can't touch that man, at least let the girl be sent to hell."

Blinded with rage, Pascal stormed out of the castle intending to find some outlet to vent his anger from his unfortunate situation.