"They will arrive in two days," Cranky reported as soon as he entered the conference room inside the Palace of Lyra.
"Good job, Azrael," Thirteen replied.
"Good job, Mister!" Maple echoed before taking a bite of the cookie that Thirteen had baked for them.
"Cinnamon also praises your hard work, Mister!" Cinnamon saluted Azrael, then took a bite of her cookie.
Crankly's expression showed his amusement toward the two little gluttons who stuck to Thirteen like koalas.
They should've left two days ago, just as discussed, but they insisted on staying and promised that they wouldn't get in the way.
On the other hand, the only one who was supposed to stay, Stella, was nowhere in sight. Of course, she didn't leave. She was merely inside Rocky's Mobile Fortress, chatting with Queen Miriamele, who took a liking to her.
"We've done everything we could," Rana said. "All we need to do is wait."
She looked at the division of forces on the map on the table in front of her.
