“There is a lot to start with,” Brody stood in front of the city map. They were now in a green frame tent with a wooden table at the center and a few cabinets against the tent wall.

“Why don't you explain who Tireless is first?” Glanexeem said instantly to assure that he got to speak first.

“He was an alliance of us,” Brody answered in the simplest way. “And, most of the time, a vigilante, while the one who witnessed how the council stole the heart, ” Sky added immediately after Brody. He wasn't aiming at telling Xilix more but checking if Tireless was lying to him or not.

“I get it, but why did you stop me then?” Glanexeem questioned as Sky finished his sentence.

“I won't let you just murder those people,” Sky's voice went hard. His mask perfectly covered his face. He looked as ruthless as a machine.

“Who are you to stop me?” indignation climbed to Xilix's face. He had both of his arms crossing in front of his chest.

“Who are you to kill them?” Sky fought back with the exact same format. Although, Sky was the kind that could control his emotion. Still, he got some lousy temper dancing in him.

“You aren't even from cities down here,” Glanexeem did not flee. He had only fled once, and he would never do it again.

“So are you,” Sky put his hands on the table and leaned forward. Brody stood aside and kept silent.

“We are the same, and you don't get to stop me,” Xilix moved a pace closer to Sky.

“We aren't. You know why?” Sky had his head shifted slightly toward Glanexeem, “I wouldn't fix things by massacring even if I can blow up the council house.”

“You can't. That's why you're so pathetic. You can solve nothing. That's why we are different. I can solve things, and you can only wait for shits to devour you,” Xilix said with a pitying tone. He finished his sentences quickly and left the room as he gave Sky Passerby a scornful smile that contained the curve of only one side of his mouth.

“Where's Tireless?” Sky Passerby faced the exit and asked Brody without a single eye on him but the back of his head.

“Why should I know?” Brody shrugged.

“Great,” the man in the helmet left without a remainder.

Glanexeem walked on the gray street with the red shine of the sun. He could feel that there was something wrong inside him. He could feel a feeling he had never experienced during his thirty years in his home. He felt that nothing was in control. He thought that this should be easy for him. He couldn't understand how these mundane incidents could be so hard for him, the greatest and only scholar that knew the secret of gems. He had the power of the seven gems, so he should be seven times better than them. Yet, he wasn't anything better than anyone else in the city. He could see himself imperceptibly becoming one of the pathetic tramps, like brody.

Still, there was a way to save himself and his pride. He knew it and knew that he was the only one that could accomplish this. He was the only one that could save those piteous inferiors.

Two black capes stood in front of a villa. The villa was a vast mansion that looked immensely different from those departments in the second tiers and those hollow structures in the third tiers. The villa has a big courtyard in front of it with black metal fences around it. The girl with white and red hair could see through the metal bars and enjoy the view of the forecourt. The forecourt has a stone-made path in the middle with grass and potted flowers at the side of it. The way was very smooth. She could imagine how much work was put in to make those stone slabs that were only made for people to step on.

The man with a green mask and a green scarf pressed the button on a stick standing a half feet away from the fence. Doorbells were a highly complex apparatus for cassettes to run. It would never be seen in the second and third-tier cities.

A robust, sturdy man wearing blue and white stripe pajamas hurried out of the mansion. “Nice to see you, Mattcom,” Tireless in the black cape said as he walked closer to the railing gate.

Pulling out the gate key, Demock welcomed Tireless and the girl behind him. “Mind me to ask who she is?” Demock said as Bernala walked in with careful and light steps.

“Just a friend of mine,” Tireless said in a relaxing but serious voice, “talk inside.” Demock followed behind the two like he weren't the owner of the house.

“What happened?” the man in green took off his cape and threw it on a chair next to him. They sat around a big wooden table.

Alpha Fox kept her cape on and pulled the brim a bit lower to cover her whole face. She sat next to Tireless with her head bowed. She wasn't Tireless. She knew it was a big guy who was in front of her. She understood that the man in pajamas could kill her in a million ways if he knew her real identity.

“You know. A new guy came to the town, and the council decided to attack him,” Demock said as his wife came to the table with a tray that had three cups on it. She put down the cups of water in front of people and lightly kissed mouth to mouth with Mattcom when she was still stooping to place the cups.

Barnala didn't see her peck with the general. Tireless made a glance at Barnala that he himself didn't realize when he saw that ordinarily wonderful kiss. “I think I knew the guy,” Tireless took the cup and put it back after knowing he couldn't drink with his mask on, “continue,”

“According to what I know, this man is mighty, and I tried to stop the council's attack,” Mattcom stopped there and drank half of the water in the cup. Alpha also took a sip.

“Dad!”

“Sis!”

“You promised to be with us today!”

“You promised to be with me tonight!”

That woman who just kissed Demock took the boy that yelled in the living room upstairs. The man sitting across from Tireless looked a bit annoyed and worried. The man next to Glorier was not paying any attention to the boy.

Glorier felt that she had heard the same word from her sister before. Her mind was firmly stuck at the moment. Her sister, Kitty, was for a long time the only one she cared about. She wanted to keep all her dangerous vigilante and bounty hunter shits away from her, but then there was no time for Kitty and herself. Barnala Glorier always promised to play with Kitty for only one night, but the woman rarely kept her promise. Barnala, at the moment, thought if the general shared the same annoyance with her.

“You promised to be with” was a sentence only told by the loneliest kids. Barnala had this simple sentence fly through her mind at the last.

“My sister always tells me the same thing,” softly and slowly, she uttered without her conscious with her.

“So she wants to know the thing about cassette and gem hearts,” Tireless dragged the conversation to the right track with just a sentence.

“Right. A long time ago, a scientist invented the first cassette. It needed to be charged with gem hearts. The problem was that the first version had many flaws and actually harmed the heart.” Mattcom drank another half of the water, “The result was that it broke a gem heart in Epiorchard, the capital, but don't worry. That broken heart already self-repaired.”

“Wait, so the council took the heart in Inrua away because one of their hearts was not working?” Alpha asked this question while stopping trying to hide her masked face under the cape.

“Yeah, and the broken one is now working again. The newest type of cassettes won't hurt the hearts, so technically, there are three hearts in Epiorchard working together.”

“If the broken one was fixed, why don't the council give the stolen heart back?”

“Three sheep produce more wool than two,” No one talked after the sentence. Tireless didn't talk, but he had his eyes on Barnala. He was curious about her reaction, but he didn't see a lot more than the fabric of the cape. Alpha Fox was silently disappointed. She used to believe in them. She used to. The general just sat leisurely and lay on the chair. He observed the two men and had his way of using them in mind.