The first step is always troublesome.

— For the sake of trust, because now you know very secret information and from now on we will not take our eyes off you, know this. Charlotte explained calmly and affably.

Svyat's breathing quickened and he muttered.

— Oh, you are...

The saint fainted.

Chise and Beatrice enter the room.

Seeing the boy lying on the floor, Beatrice asked.

— Did he fall asleep?

Ange is restrained and serious.

— No, he just died.

Beatrice was horrified. Chise is relieved, spreading his arms.

— Well, one less problem.

— There is a new problem. —

Beatrice said.

— Well, what is it? Chise was perplexed.

— How to wake it up... This esteemed one?

— He'll come to his senses. — says Ange. - but first you need to put him on the couch, otherwise you'll catch a cold, there will be more hassle.

The saint woke up in the evening. There are 1.5 hours left before departure. Ange comes into the room in an evening dress.

When Saint sees Ange, he immediately asks.

— Am I dead?

Ange in a monotone voice.

- yes. — giving the other suit continues. — And I'm the guide, so change your clothes and let's go to the world beyond this world.

Greatly surprised, the Saint said.

— Ange.

- what?

Svyatt smiled and noticed.

— Beautiful dress.

Ange coolly.

— Go get in the car.

In the garage, our heroes met Steve, who was calmly sitting on the couch and eating a bun.

When the mechanic saw his friend, he immediately asked.

— Oh, the stowaway, isn't he dead yet?

The saint answers with a smile on his face.

— I'll only die when I crumble into dust, and what are you sitting there, a lamppost? I thought you were crushed by a car.

"Haha, where are you going all dressed up?" — Steve asked, biting into a bun.

— To the royal house for a meeting. — Svyat answered forcibly.

Steve, not hiding his joy, spoke.

— Okay, good luck.

— Come on, don't choke. — having struck five, Svyat got into the car.

The girls were in a state of confusion.

The company went to the royal house.

After going inside, the Saint immediately got lost from the sight of luxury he had never seen before. The squad headed to the epicenter of the celebration. On the way, they met the grand chamberlain. The man saw the princess and her company and asked.

— And you are Princess Charlotte here, I hope you got there without incident?

Everyone bowed except Svyat. When he came to his senses, he also showed respect.

— Of course, I still can't figure out why to arrange such a meeting and invite so many people? Charlotte asked.

Thinking about it, the prince suggested.

— Apparently there are reasons for that, but I see you didn't come alone?

Charlotte started talking with a smile.

— Yes, these are my friends from school...

Winston's gaze shifted abruptly to Svyat. Ange caught herself abruptly, took the guy by the hand and, smiling, said in an innocent voice.

— This is my companion, he came from a small town near Aquitaine, he does not know the language and etiquette well.

— Oh, I'm sorry for thinking bad of you, we are glad to have guests, if you want to learn more about our places, you should meet with Herzig of Aquitaine. The chamberlain bowed back now.

The saint nodded smilingly.

The heroes dispersed, Ange continued to walk with the Svyat. The guy spoke up.

— Don't you think this is too much?

— That you lied and called your companion? Ange asked.

— No, the fact that you're too close, of course I don't mind, but if my nose bleeds or worse, then it's not my fault.

Ange only smiled sarcastically in response.

After walking further, Ange noticed the Duke of Normandy and informed the Saint.

He saw Gazelle (the Duke of Normandy's chief secretary) next to her and asked.

— And next to him, what's n...?

— No! — Ange interrupts sharply. - and I'm asking you not to do this here.

Svyat nodded again.

Dorothy and Chise passed by them, and the squad leader quietly handed a note to Ange. After reading it, Svyatta abruptly led her to the exit. Charlotte and Beatrice stayed.

After getting into the car, everyone except the Svyat changed into a uniform. Noticing this, Chise asked.

— Are you going to ride in this?

— Hmm, let's figure it out now. — the kid answered, opening the hiding place under the seat.

The saint took out Charlotte's cape and asked.

— That'll do.

No one answered.

Arriving at the place, Ange and Chise walked along the roof on a key ball, while Dorothy and St. climbed through the window. The building turned out to be a warehouse with weapons and explosives.

The squad looked around and met at the far box, which was very impressive in size.

Ange whispered.

— I think there may be something more serious than an ordinary bomb.

— Well, can we open it? Chise whispered.

Dorothy in a low voice.

— Let's look first, in case someone is guarding it.

Svyat Serp accidentally opens a drawer, and one side falls with a crash and mechanisms fall out of it.

Everyone looks at the Saint disapprovingly.

Someone shouted from afar.

— Is there someone here!?

Everyone quickly scurried off with the help of a key ball.

When they got to the car, they drove off quickly. Ange asked Dorothy to stop on her way to the academy. Ange went out, Dorothy and Chise followed her, and Svyat also got out of the car, examining his equipment and muttering after her.

— Is this our stop?

Ange, having taken out and loaded the revolver, replied.

- yes...

A shot rang out. The bullet accidentally bounced off the gun.

The saint froze and could not move, it seemed his whole life flew before his eyes.

Ange sighed, put the revolver away and walked on.

Dorothy patted the Svyat on the shoulder.

— And you're lucky.