Monet was very willful, but they honestly couldn't believe that she would do something like this. Even if she was going to ruin everyone's day, shouldn't she do it for a purpose better than that?
"Hm?"
Ippe's head tilted to the side as he noticed something peculiar.
"For a Quasi Gold Mancer locked in what's essentially a Heaven's-forged cage with a Gold Mancer, he seems pretty calm. And who's that over there? I don't think I've ever seen him before."
The two blinked and looked up toward a balcony leaning off the palace's edge. It was the same location that Grenwin and Ott had been talking on before, and the one Ott now held the little boy and Kiedran on—one under each arm to stop them from wiggling around too much and escaping.
The two princes were shocked for a moment.
"Grand uncle…" they said at the same time.
"Oh? Is this the famous grand uncle? He is… quite something…" Ippe said after a moment, in a rare moment of seriousness.
