Their conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door. "May I come in?" It was the merchant's voice. Bablin looked at him, and they gazed at each other for a moment. He took her hand and went under the clock, standing there. His gaze fell on her, and he smiled. A light flashed for a moment and then disappeared. Thomas didn't know if he saw him or not, but his thoughts were interrupted by the merchant's entrance, followed by the man with the mask who had been beside the mermaid at the auction. They approached her until they reached the fountain. Thomas, standing beside the merchant, glanced at the spot that had caught his eye. They stopped in front of Bablin. "Before you go, I want you to know that the man with the mask is someone who says he knows you very well, and that you are in safe hands. Everyone here knows that this auction isn't between a commodity and a buyer," he said, as the man with the mask removed it from his face, looking at Bablin. "You?" Bablin said, surprised. Thomas stood in the middle, shocked when the mask was removed. It was Prince Cyrus, son of Cyrus. He smiled at her. "Yes, I am the prince of the kingdom of Cyrus," he said, extending his hand to Babylon, who reciprocated with a smile. He kissed her hand, and from now on, we are at each other's service.
His two guards stood waiting in the doorway. "Well, are you ready?" Babylon looked at the merchant. "Yes, but there's something I must say." He looked at her and nodded.
A sound came from the doorway as the two guards tried to stop someone from entering. The merchant looked at them and said, "Let her in." They stepped aside, and the mermaid entered. "I must take Paris with me." The prince glanced behind him for a moment, but he didn't recognize her amidst her labored breathing, which she tried to conceal to hide her nervousness. Babylin approached her and took her hand. "Paris has been with me in everything. I can't leave her here and go." She looked at the prince silently, leaving him to think. "Of course, why not?" He looked at her hand after removing the glove, seeing that it was a mermaid's, then looked at Babylin, and smiled. "Of course, why not?" He glanced behind them at the two guards. "Hurry and bring the carriage." Then he approached Babylin, who smiled at him. "Do you really want this?" Babylin smiled. "Yes," she said, taking Paris's hand and smiling at them both. Thomas felt something and they headed towards the door as Babylin passed through it, and a tear welled in his eye. He didn't know what was happening until he found himself in a room. He didn't know where he was until he saw the emblem of Cyrus Castle above the door. He understood that he was in Cyrus Castle, so he went through the door and found himself A long corridor filled with doors. At the end of the corridor, he heard someone climbing a flight of stairs. He walked down the corridor, his footsteps darting around. He recognized the figure as one of the temple men; he recognized them from before, dressed in that attire. He continued until he reached the room where the figure had been. He opened the door, and Thomas entered, finding him sitting and writing a letter. He placed the letter on the balcony and cut his hand. Blood trickled onto the letter, soaking it with his own blood, and the words he had written disappeared. A raven then came and snatched the letter from the balcony and flew away with it. The figure closed the window, wrapped his hand in a piece of cloth, and went out the door, followed by Thomas.
They walked down the corridor until someone emerged from one of the rooms lining it. "Did something happen to your hand, Mr. Anders?" He looked at his hand. "It's nothing. I was using the knife to cut some fruit and I cut myself while cutting it." They looked at each other in silence for a few moments. "Well, of course. I hope your hand gets better." "Okay." He turned his back, only to find his head flying off and rolling down the stairs. He spat on his body. "Fruit knife."