Mr. Kya Oka

Aristol walks confidently in front of them. Kiyoko walking behind. Frederic with a tissue in hand.

"Keep your posture upright and don't say anything unless you were directly talked to" Kiyoko gulps as an intimidating aura fills the atmosphere. Kiyoko and Frederic stand beside and watch as the Caravan of Royal carriages, Horses, and Knights arrive. The Caravan stops as one of the carriages pulls up to the very front. Kiyoko's ears go down as multiple knights guard one person who stops right in front of Aristol.

"King Aristol of the Low Class" The man was relatively skinny with long black hair. Pinned up in a ponytail. His eyes a menacing purple. And three large scars on his left arm. With barely any armor on.

"Highest Caliber messenger for the Court of Appeals... Ajax" the man named Ajax bows down to Aristol as Aristol does the same.

"What do you need with the low class... You rarely come here..." Ajax sighs.

"Aye... I'm just a messenger man..." Ajax reaches down and grabs out an official letter.

"King Aristol Doyal of the Low Class" tensions rise as Kiyoko is frightened under the pressure being emitted from Ajax.

"We have found it upon our own Misfortune to have disrupted the Low Class with issues such as those we hope to finally resolve with this letter" Aristol furrows his brows.

"We, the Court of Appeals have decided as it's been recently been brought to our attention of the original occupation of the Personal Trainer bestowed upon you; Kya Oka" Frederic is slightly shocked as Ajax continues.

"We the Court of Appeals... Accuse Personal Trainer Kya Oka... Of multiple accounts of first Degree Manslaughter" Aristol's eyes widen in fear. Memories of suspicious things Oka said flash through his mind. Frederic's jaw hits the floor in shock as Kiyoko is frightened.

"Due to the circumstances in this case... A court hearing will occur in the Headquarters Courtroom in the Capital the day after tomorrow... We humbly request that you and any other major figures associated with Mr. Kya Oka arrive at the Hearing for evidence" Kiyoko looks at Frederic who gulps.

"Thank you for your time... The Court of Appeals highest Lawyer... Shima Myoya" Ajax closes the letter and hands it to one of the other gaurds.

"You will return with us to the capital early tomorrow morning" Aristol stretches his hand out as they shake hands. Aristol turns to Galliun.

"Galliun, set up the guest rooms for these guys... Frederic, you and Kiyoko get packed... Kay" Frederic sniffles a bit.

"Right!" Frederic nods and walks away with Kiyoko. Aristol watching as the wind blows his hair.

"A storm is coming..." Aristol stands there as everyone walks past. Leaves starting to violently blow off trees.

Kiyoko looks at his bag half filled with clothes, a hairbrush, and some soap. Hail slams against the windows of the room as Rain bounces off the roof. Kiyoko sighs sorrowfully. He closes his bag and walks over to the window. Hail bounces off the ground as the trees blow. The rain pouring too hard to see beyond castle wall. Kiyoko exhales as his door opens.

"You done packing already Kiyoko?" Kiyoko slowly nods as Frederic walks over.

"Yeah... I'm just thinking..." Frederic takes a deep breath as he nods.

"About what?" Kiyoko leans against the window.

"I... You saved me from those Bandit's... And then the whole Festival thing... Now Oji's missing along with the whole Court of Appeals thing... It's all... Happening so fast..." Frederic exhales.

"I can agree with you on that... But it's life... It moves on even if we aren't ready for it to... We have to keep moving... I promise... I WILL find Oji even if I die in the process "Kiyoko looks over as Frederic clenches his fist. Kiyoko exhaling.

"He'll come back soon... I know it"

Aristol sits on his bed with an empty suitcase. The rain pouring outside. Aristol clenches his fist, then loosening it. Aristol's long dark red hair covering his eyes. His head aching as his heart pounds. Tears flow down his cheeks.

"W-where... Did I go wrong... Father... Please give me a sign Father..." Aristol lifts his hands as to pray. The Holy Bible resting on the bed beside him.

Oji stretches and weaves the dye come through his now bright red hair. The scar on his nose covered in makeup.

"Was this really the right choice... It's too late to return now... I'm sorry..." Rain bounces off the hotel window as the wind blows outside. Oji was now in the Middle class. 1/3 of the distance between the Low Class and the High Class.

"Come on Ojira... We can't waste too much time... We have to leave for the capital early tomorrow morning..." Ojira exhales and walks out of the bathroom.

"Right" Ojira looks straight at Hannah who smiles.

The room was dark with only the single window to backlight them. The man relaxes in his chair. His long white curly hair falling softly behind the chair he rests in. The door slowly opens as a man with bright red spikey hair enters. Beside him stood a man with gray hair. A dark mask covering his mouth, and a fancy sleeve Tattoo down his left arm.

"Oh... Kiyatana... Diafthora... What is it you need?" The room seemed of high royalty with white walls and gold trim.

"Your highness... We're here to discuss the Haineil Republic... " The man nods and motions them to sit.

"Alrighty then... You first... Head of Exploration... Diafthora"