
"The girl was acting strange when I caught her. He later admitted that he was not Sierra. Indeed, from the beginning I had been suspicious of him, and only this time it was revealed," in the end Jevin opened his voice in front of Ares. The eldest prince just did not want to if until his bad behavior was revealed to the public. If it involves Ares, everything can be destroyed.
Ares tilted his head, recalling when Jevin said the awkward thing about the fake Sierra in the crowd, "And you intend to spread it to everyone?"
"Of course, I had intended to eliminate the girl so that Juan would not take over the throne, and it was granted. But a few months later the Sierra appeared again, which turned out not to be the original Sierra. But for now I have no ill intentions towards him, whatever I do cannot change my father's choice to give Juan the throne of the kingdom" Ares's guess is correct, no brother received when his sister was treated more special and honorable. Unless their brotherly relationship is good.
"Why don't you make your youngest brother look bad in everyone's eyes especially your father's. That way the voice won't be able to go in for Juan" asked Ares again, with a different storyline, but the same end goal.
Jevin laughed crisply, "If I could, I did it a long time ago but always failed because the boy managed to jump over the problems that befell him."
Seeing Jevin's seemingly disillusioned reaction, Ares again wanted to incite him further, "But I'm sure that life for Juan is Sierra, indeed Sierra, either real or fake if he's willing to protect the girl. They are just as valuable to your sister. So, what if we eliminate the fake Sierra, then make Juan slumped until it is difficult to behave like a leader. That way, it's likely that the throne will be transferred to you because you're the oldest."
"I can't read your mind. But what's your advantage in doing this?" Hearing the offer, Jevin suddenly looked at the young king of Galicia with a strange look.
While Ares just nodded his head, "Hmm, I'm still vengeful because your sister snatched the girl from me. So if I can't get it, no one else can."
Jevin knocked on his own head, "Remember, they're not the same person."
"No matter, in my eyes they are the same, if you support me I will be very happy. But if nothing is okay. As long as we keep our mouths shut, your secret is safe in my hands and vice versa."
"You intend to kill the girl?" At once Jevin looked at him suspiciously, "Then are you also in the case of the original Sierra disappearance?"
Ares flinched, "What are you talking about, that plan just came out of my head right now. I had absolutely nothing to do with Sierra's death. You said you wanted to get rid of the girl yourself, or did you do it?"
The eldest prince raised his eyebrows while raising a slanted smile, "You look suspicious, Ares."
"Don't talk recklessly, or you'll die! I intend to kill the con girl, not that I'm Sierra's killer."
"Alright, next time be relaxed if you are not the culprit," Jevin replied as he stood up and let Ares out of his private room.
"Damn it, Jevin!"
...---...
Luz looked down deeply as King Saloar approached him, the middle-aged man looking very dislikeful of what he had just done, "You can't act at will, although in the view of your throne is still as the future queen of Aragon, but in fact you are nobody. Especially in matters that shouldn't concern the princess of Kastillia."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do anything, but those you suspect are thieves are my friends, they're good people."
Luz nodded in understanding, "Alright, I understand."
King Saloar again asked after letting the girl before him fall silent, "You said you are from the future right? Why get to know them, who are obviously Aragonese natives?"
"The story is long, one of them was the one who helped me when I first got lost in this century. I know him very well, his name is Hareen and he is very good. It is impossible to do anything bad according to your accusation," Luz looked up, looking at him expectantly in order to gain mercy from the king of Aragon.
"Yes, Ereluz. Don'worry. Everything will pass quickly, they will also survive."
"Thank you."
...---...
Now researchers, both young and old, are gathering at a special laboratory, almost all wearing snelli, except for Julian and Katana who wear casual clothes like enjoying a weekend. Even though it's Monday night, Julian even had to return to ask permission not to work on the ancient false excuse of being sick.
Lucky Mrs Cassandre as the owner of the cafe, stepped in.
Profs. Alenio looked expectantly at the son of the building owner they were in right now, "Julian, it's your job to make sure the time machine is there according to the detector signal. And if there is, you have to break it."
The man chuckled small, taking for granted the thing charged for him, "Alright, they're ordinary people, not so dangerous."
Profs. Richard shook his head in disagreement, he chimed in on their talk, "The owner of the time machine is always considered special, don't underestimate it so much. Oh yeah, after the break-in, we'll go straight into action to take the time machine for safekeeping in the lab."
"It's likely that the size of the time-traveling object will be large because of the old technology that created it, and then how do I carry it? Moreover, you sent me away with women. Not helping is troublesome."
Katana's jolt is not to be underestimated by a rancid boy who has no feelings like Julian, "Don't make fun of me, I'm more than the girl you mean!"
"It's been a storm" lerai Prof. Aleno. The man then answered the question that Julian had said, "For the problem of taking the machine we will do together, the important thing now is to check if it is there. Only if there's something to go on, call the team on standby."
Katana was quick to bow politely, while Julian remained in his position of standing upright full of arrogance, "Well Prof. We get it."
Profs. Alenio turned to just looking at Julian closely, "One message from me, don't make the slightest mistake especially you, Julian. Time machines are not just any thing."
The one being reprimanded could only snort in annoyance, "Hmm, why is it as if I always make mistakes here."
TB