"Hm? Why do you say that?" Fatty was no longer angry after seeing that Claude hadn't exploded. Instead, he lay on the ground relaxedly with his eyes closed, as if asleep.
Elric crossed his arms over his chest. "For eight years, he has been pretending to be an invincible ruler, with no one realizing that his power has actually been greatly diminished. By revealing this, everyone will think—if he is still invincible even in his weakened state, then eight years ago he must have been twice as strong, before he bestowed his heart's blood. What else would you call that, if not cunning?"
Fatty let out a long yawn, clearly uninterested in political analysis. "What I'm more worried about is Mistress. I'm afraid she'll be furious once she finds out the implications of the imperial marriage certification."
Elric snorted softly. "There's no way she wouldn't know."
"No. She doesn't."
"…"
