Isn't... this Kingdom B way too crazy?
I'm a prince after all, and just because I crossed the security line to look at the scenery for a few monts, they threw in a high-security prison?
Having my hands tied with soft white silk by the guards and pushed onto a carriage to a strangely shaped building, then locked in the innermost room, Leon was completely stunned just after getting off the Sky Clipper and straight into prison.
Strictly speaking, the place he was in should be the Carleighwen Kingdom prison... at least that's what the sign outside says.
But the problem is that this prison is decorated way too luxuriously, it's not only spotless and brightly lit, but the walls are also adorned with oil paintings from famous artists, and there's even a darn swimming pool!
What kind of prisoner gets to swim in their cell!
Without much effort at all, Leon easily broke free from the white silk binding his hands. Completely bewildered, he walked around the more than 300-square-ter ultra-luxurious cell and was even more shocked to find that the swimming pool was perhaps the most ordinary feature.
If nothing else, the white artificial leather on the little stool used for changing shoes next to the cell entrance, is renowned in the Northern Kingdom.
Before returning from the Northern Kingdom, as he thought about bringing so local specialties for Anna and the others, he specifically looked into the prices of so items. This kind of artificial leather made from the soft underarm fur of a giant snow mammoth could sell for over 300 Gold Wheels for just a palm-sized piece.
And the stool alone has at least one square ter of artificial leather, so just this inconspicuous little stool would be worth several years of his salary at the Clearing Bureau!
Damn... I really should give this a good sit.
Though he doesn't chase after money and isn't particularly materialistic, faced with a luxury equivalent to several years of his salary, Leon couldn't resist his curiosity and sat on it a couple more tis.
And as expected, this surprisingly expensive stool... didn't feel any different.
Looking at his gray work pants, stiffer than jeans, Leon hesitated for a mont but ultimately held onto his dignity and didn't take off his pants to directly feel the top-quality mammoth fur. He just touched it a few more tis.
Just as Leon got up from the little stool, ready to experience how aweso the other things in the cell were, the cell door, closed for just three minutes, was opened from outside.
Prince Vernon, who had previously ordered the arrest seriously, was now standing outside the cell door with the guards, smiling brightly and congratulating:
"Congratulations on your release, Sir Leon. I've paid the fine for your disturbance of public order, and now you can leave."
"..."
So, you put on such a big show, risking a major diplomatic incident, just to lock up for three minutes? You... maybe don't congratulate , but go check your head!
"Haha, you might not be used to it, but that's the inviolable fairness in our Carleighwen Kingdom."
With Leon looking exceptionally struggling, after releasing him from the cell, Prince Vernon cheerfully explained:
"When the gavel strikes, the echo should resonate in everyone's heart, not fade to silence in the ears of power... These are the words our ancestor Carleighwen I wrote by hand on the law code's first page when revising it and the principle our entire Carleighwen Kingdom upholds.
No matter if it's the noble king or the lowly serf, anyone who breaks the law should be punished; wealth, status, and position should not stand as hindrances to justice. Justice must land equally upon all!"
"..."
Alright... I was only locked up for three minutes, so whatever you say goes...
Though it feels a bit like they're overdoing it, making a ss of Carleighwen I's good intentions, thinking about the [Justice] blood in the West Kalavin royal family's veins, Leon didn't say anything further but patiently inquired:
"Your nation's customs are indeed unique... Prince Vernon, may I ask about the investigation you did regarding Miss Olivia before I arrived?"
"Well... I'm sorry..."
Upon hearing Leon's query, Prince Vernon hesitated and then, with an apologetic tone, said:
"The day after receiving your request, my mother mobilized a large number of people to investigate all places selling alcohol in Lily City, but we couldn't find any trace of Miss Olivia you ntioned.
The only clue we found was during a review of recent security cases where we discovered a few minor disturbances caused by her, yet those who supposedly interacted with her seem to have no recollection of her."
A collective temporary amnesia among the involved personnel...
Hearing this, Leon frowned, knowing that the Director had likely used [Love Without mory] to wipe these people's mories of her.
As an abnormal object often used by the Director for temporary getaways when short on drink money, [Love Without mory] can erase a large portion of mory as long as any affection, admiration, or appreciation arises.
Though the Director's a die-hard drinker, her appearance is exceptionally stunning, naturally drawing the first-ti viewer's fondness, making it nearly impossible to avoid mory wiping from [Love Without mory].
If she keeps [Love Without mory] active, anyone who sees her would turn around and forget her, making Leon's plan to find her through "official" ans virtually impossible to carry out,
"Then there's no need to look for her for now."
Leon requested, shaking his head helplessly:
"Prince Vernon, please take to the palace first; I have so matters to inform your King's Majesty... Oh, right."
At this point, Leon glanced around at the other rooms in the prison, then looked back at Prince Vernon, asking without blinking:
"What about the security officer at the boarding tower? I rember you brought him over; where is he?"
"He's locked up in another section of the prison."
Prince Vernon chuckled upon hearing this and said:
"Although you took on the charges of dereliction of duty and offending a noble person for him, he indeed disobeyed my father's orders, so he's still guilty of defying a royal command.
Those working at the boarding tower often neglect such matters due to frequent interaction with outsiders, and a bit of punishnt this ti might help him rember."
Help him rember indeed...
Through dozens of walls, Leon locked onto a familiar and unusually terrified Heart Lake, furrowing his brows once more before staring at Prince Vernon and asking:
"Prince Vernon, I'm curious about the punishnt he's undergoing. May I take a look?"
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