A/N - I own everything in this story and inspired by the second roleplay I did with someone, so please don't steal our shit without giving credit. Got it? Good. Enjoy.

(Next morning)

Margaret rests on a very blue bed with a bandage around her knee. She sighs and slowly gets up, getting herself ready. She turns to the door where a maid is waiting for her inside.

"Lord Leighton wishes to see you, lady Margaret," The maid told her.

"... I see..." Margaret muttered, "I shall arrive at him... if I can get some crouches to stand on,"

The maid nods as she gives her a pair of crouches, which Margaret accepts and start pulling her own weight with the maid assisting her. While being escorted, she realises she's not in the Justice HQ; instead she's in the palace of the Rawyae Emperor.

The palace is surprisingly light blue with some gold there and then as she becomes a bit lost of thought and gulps.

"Oh god... I'm so trouble, aren't I?" Margaret thought, "What am I going to say? What am I going to do... what am I-"

"We are here," The maid interrupted her thought process by surprise.

Margaret looks up and she stands in front of a golden door. She takes a deep breath and says, "Thank you..."

The maid opens the door for Margaret, where she sees a blue-coloured throne room with the Emperor sitting on the throne himself.

An emperor is an elderly man, possibly around his 60's or 70's, with greying hair, closed eyes and pale skin where he wears a blue and gold robes. He gives Margaret a warm smile, making her lower her guard a bit as he turns to the maid.

"You are dismissed," Leighton told her.

She bows and leaves the throne room, where only Margaret and Emperor Leighton stands each other.

"... I heard there's something you need to report to me?" Leighton asked her.

"... Two... two criminals have escaped the-"

Suddenly, another knock happens, where he shouts, "COME IN!"

Another man comes in. He looks his late 30's or early 40's, silver hair, purple eyes and pointy ears, showing he's an elf. He wears a monocle, a creamy white suit, pure white gloves and black shoes.

"My apologies for my lateness, my Lord," The elf apologised to the emperor.

"It is okay, Deldrach," Leighton ensured him, "Now... you were saying?"

"I-Two criminals have escaped from the arena after a sudden prison riot," Margaret explained, "The one who caused the riot is Alexander Mirthblaze and... my younger brother... Percy Lionheart,"

"... I see... and those two criminals are...?" Leighton asked her.

"... Saivra Winorsa and Rudina Sarralart..." Margaret told him, shocking both of them.

"I-I beg your pardon?!" The elf named Deldrach shouted in shock.

"... I... I see..." Leighton stuttered as he tries to compose himself, "Is there anything else?"

"They escaped by causing that riot, causing many casualties and stole the keys to use the ship," Margaret explained, "... Steve Van Ziekks is one of those casualties, and their current location is unknown right now,"

"I see..." Deldrach muttered, "Milord, I strongly suggest we put up wanted posters, but we shouldn't make the public know about Prince Lionheart and Mr Mirthblaze as it would cause a massive scandal and a rift on our alliance with Cresmialand."

"Mmmm... Yes, of course," Leighton agreed with him, "Percy's and Alexander's betrayal is going to be classified while everything can be out, understood?"

"Of course, milord," Margaret understood, "As the future queen of Cresmialand, I will accept my responsibilities and shall capture the criminals... even if it means capturing my brother."

"Good, I am glad," Leighton replied, "It would be very bad for Cresmialand to lose their alliance, considering you guys need our oils, technologies and such while we need your crops, foods and trees."

"... Yes, I am, milord," Margaret nodded.

Margaret turns around and Deldrach opens the door for Margaret, who nods at him and leaves the throne room. The elf closes the door and takes a deep breath as he says, "This is very bad, milord... if those women's identities get revealed... then..."

"We will kill them before that happened!" Leighton ensured him angrily. "Make sure our troops locate those criminal scums!"

"Of course, sire." Deldrach understood.

He leaves the throne room and Leighton takes a deep breath, then let's out as he says, "... Good grief... that half-beast... that monster is now released... looks like I have to kill her... just like I killed her mother..."

A/N - I hope you enjoyed this part and if you do like it, leave a comment and have a good day, my guild. Aqua out!