The third point of view:

Neon never thought his heart could beat this hard without him dying. Right now, his heart was pounding like the thundering hooves of a thousand wild stallions.

He thought he would die when that captain came near his hiding spot but of course, his mouse saved his life. And Ailee as well.

"Neon!" She approached him, "What the hell? Why didn't you answer when I called your name?" She looked displeased.

However, Neon simply reached out and hugged her right. He just escaped death, he needed body warmth, comfort, and assurance.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Ailee pushed him away but Neon simply tightened his grip around her. His sister was the best.

Ailee didn't struggle anymore, she just let him be although her brows furrowed suspiciously. Neon was relieved to see her which meant something happened.

"What's going on here?" Allen asked from behind and the both of them broke apart, startled - they were beginning to enjoy the hug.

"Nothing!" Ailee answered before Neon could. Her cheeks heating up. And why does she feel guilty that her twin brother caught her hugging Neon? Neon was her brother as well, right? He deserved her hug, right?

At that moment, it hit Neon that he had let his mouse loose again.

"Mr. Smuff junior!" He went in search of his friendly rodent with the twins following after him.

"Here, he is," Ailee easily picked him from the grass.

"Oh, thank God," He took him from Ailee, stroking the mouse's body. He said, "It's a good thing that evil man didn't harm you, my poor mouse," He pressed a kiss to it.

"Eww," Allen made a face of disgust.

However, Ailee had a much better question.

"Evil man? What evil man, Neon?"

"Lord Albert!" his tone was resolute, "That man doesn't like the Queen one bit and I think they mean her harm. I heard them say they had sixty percent control of the palace guards!"

The instant Neon said that, Allen and Ailee stared at each other, a serious expression on their faces.

"What are you talking about?" Allen asked this time, "You do know you're accusing Lord Albert of treason!"

"A-ha!" Neon said as if he finally remembered what he was searching for, "The first time we met, I saw the word 'treason' in his chat. By the way, what is treason?'' The boy still had no idea what that was even though he sensed it wasn't something good.

"Also," he added immediately, "That guard called him, his majesty. The royal family, aren't they the only ones referred by that title? Akim told me Lord Albert isn't royalty,"

Ailee turned to her brother, "I don't think Neon is lying neither did he make it up,"

"If that's the case, then this is a big trouble,"

"What is big trouble? The treason? Is treason trouble?" Neon was as curious as hell.

"Neon, treason means betraying one's own country," Ailee told him.

"Betraying one's own country?" Neon repeated after her, trying to process everything.

"You do know our grandfather Sakuzi is the leader of the gang, right?"

"Yes," Neon said.

"If another tries to kill him and snatch that position without his permission or by coercion, or blackmailing, that's treason," she explained.

"Oh," Neon nodded in understanding. His eyes widened, "If that's the case, then we have to tell the queen! She's in danger!" he was prepared to leave.

"What?! No!" Ailee drew him back, "We can't do that!"

"Why not? The queen has to know!"

"Because we don't have evidence, dummy!" Allen facepalmed mentally.

"What?"

"Yes, Neon. This is a serious crime and we can't tell the queen nor accuse Lord Albert of that crime without evidence. We might end up getting framed up in the process and that is not good for us," Ailee said.

"But I saw them speaking about it here. I even saw it on his phone!"

Allen shook his head while rubbing his hand across his jaw thoughtfully, "No, your testimony is not strong enough, we need solid evidence,"

"Why don't we tell mom and Dad?" Ailee suggested, "They could help us,"

"I don't know about dad but mom will never believe us, she would think this is one of our pranks again. There's no assurance they would believe a word we say without evidence," Allen was sure. Who knew that one day their notorious reputation would come to haunt them.

"So evidence is the problem then?" Neon asked, disappointed.

"Yes, if we can only…" Ailee trailed off as her eyes widened, "His cellphone!"

"Cell phone? Yes, cell phone! The chat!" Neon finally figured it out and he was proud of his achievement.

"So you're trying to say we should steal Lord Albert's cellphone?" Allen laughed sarcastically, "Best plan of the century,"

"Right?" Neon laughed, unable to grasp the sarcasm.

Allen glared at him, "No, dumb ass, it's the worst plan ever! We are contemplating stealing the cellphone of a man we hardly even know - this is our first time in Lincolnshire. We know nothing about him!"

"Seems to me you're chickening out," Ailee smirked at him, "I never know my brother as someone who backs out of a tough task. You almost sound like a -"

"Don't finish that statement," Allen warned her with all manner of seriousness. He knew what she was about to call him and he didn't like that term at all.

Ailee arched a brow at her brother, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

"So we need to come up with a plan and we have the best master planner in the family," she hinted at someone.

Allen shook his head, "No, not our sister Isabella. No matter how we try to put it, she would surely figure out our plan and probably try to accomplish it on her own. This is our quest. I'll think of something,"

"Is that a good idea?" Neon doubted that plan, "I mean sister Izzy is so cool and intelligent,"

Allen picked offense at his statement, "Are you saying I'm not smart? How many kids my age can think like me - starting with you,"

"You're an arrogant asshole," Ailee shot an annoyed look at him. She hated it when her brother insulted Neon.

But Allen went on, "What we need right now is information. Where does Lord Albert live? How often does he visit the place? The best spot to intercept him? And of course, we have the best person to get that information,"

"We do?" Neon and Ailee were surprised.

"Yes,"

"Who?"

"Our one and only royal cousin,"

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