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It is the turn of the 20th century.

The Kingdom of Albion's new royal air force,
commonly known as the Air Fleet,

has created a dramatic shift in
the balance of global power.

With its monopoly on Cavorite
and the Air Fleet at its command,

the Kingdom of Albion became the greatest
world power since the Roman Empire.

However, revolution split
the kingdom into East and West,

with the London Wall separating the Kingdom
of Albion from the Commonwealth of Albion.

Ten years later, London became the front line of
a secret war fought between the nations' spies.

Pardon me.

You are Francis Hamilton, correct?

Yes...

Seize him.

Yessir.

What is this?! Why are the police...?

What are you-?! I haven't done anything wrong!

Stop resisting.

Come quietly.

Unhand me!
Come quietly.

Let go! Why am I being detained?!

Don't make a fuss.
Let go! Why am I being detained?!

Let go! Why am I being detained?!

Get your hands off of me!

Let me out of here!

This is absurd!

Where is this smoke coming from?!

Come with me.

The keys!

Who on earth are you people?!

Antique book enthusiasts who were merely passing by.

What?!

We're making a getaway. Hop in.

Hold it!

Right on cue.

Have we broken down...?!

This is our stop. Get ready.

Excuse me?! Here?!

There's no time to explain.

W-wait a minute!

Recovery mission: Complete.

One on board below.

Leave it to me.

Chise?!

H-hey-!

What on earth-?!

Watch it, Chise!

It's over.

O-over? Then take me home!

Not possible.

As of now, you're in the custody of the Commonwealth.

The Commonwealth? But why?!

I'm not at liberty to say.

I-I don't believe you! I haven't done anything wrong!

You were arrested by the police for trafficking
illegal publications that criticize the Crown.

A number of persons cited in the books that
you sold had ties to the Commonwealth.

Preposterous... I had no idea!

That has no bearing on your situation.

All that matters is that you can't go home.

Forget it.

In that case...

In that case, will you at least allow me
to retrieve my belongings?

Dorothy, change of plans.

Head back into town.

Isn't that a little too generous?

The Black Lizard people have a soft spot for the elderly.

Didn't you say that we came here to pick up his luggage?

He wants to give a book to an old friend of his.

For Pete's sake... Could he be any more obvious?

Time's up.

Let's get out of here.

His friend never showed...

Nope.

Shall we wait a little longer?

Chise.

He's accused of being a spy.
It's too dangerous for him to remain in the country.

As long as they're both alive, they'll meet again.

Alright, I'm headed back to the car.

According to our operatives' report, all of the extracted
personnel have been delivered to the Wall Team.

And how many times does this make?

How long do you intend to let
the Crown do as they please?

This happened as a result of the military's
aggressive attempt to incite a revolution.

That incident gave the Duke of Normandy
an excuse to begin hunting down our spies.

The top brass made that decision.

I had absolutely nothing to do with it.

The kingdom itself is in quite a tizzy.

One wrong move while they're on
high alert could be disastrous.

I am well aware of that!

My point still stands that we must
take immediate countermeasures.

It's true that they've been much more successful in
their efforts to expose our spies lately...

Especially their most recent operation targeting
our informant close to the royal family.

We ought to assume that there's a leak.

Get in touch with our mole in the royal household.

Take into account the possibility of
a double agent and investigate the situation.

Select the appropriate operatives.

Understood.

This concludes the report.

We were unable to identify the imposter posing
as the Princess amongst the captured enemy spies.

Hm. A fake Charlotte, eh?

Too convenient, if you ask me.

"Convenient"...? What do you mean?

Our enemies extend beyond the Commonwealth.

Moscow, Berlin, Amsterdam...

The list is never ending.

Furthermore, Her Majesty's health is on the decline.

There's the matter of succession to consider.
Any hint of an uprising must be suppressed.

But of course, milord.

The rat population has grown unusually large as of late,
and tensions are running high in the royal household.

By the way, have you ever gone fishing?

Fishing, milord...?

Oh, we made it onto the front page.

"A Midnight Car Chase: Double-decker Bus Found
at the Bottom of the River Thames."

Sounds rather mysterious, doesn't it?

That was my first time riding a "double-decker bus."

It was an enjoyable experience.

Just so you know, it isn't normally like that...

That aside, we've had more
urgent missions than usual lately.

I can't help but feel a little uneasy about it...

Me, too. I wish there was more that I could do to help...

No, Your Highness! You mustn't let
this interfere with your studies!

The fact that the Princess has a look-alike was
brought to light during the attempted revolution.

For the time being, it would be best
to stay out of the public eye.

Well, Ange makes a very good point, but...

...to be honest, we've already received new orders.

A double agent?

Yes.

Have you noticed that the Crown has ramped up
their efforts to oust spies from the kingdom?

Control believes that their spy in
the royal household may have turned traitor.

What?! There's a spy in the royal household?!

Does that really surprise you at this point?

So then, we are to infiltrate the grounds
and launch an investigation?

Nope.

We're taking over a vacant liaison position.
We'll monitor the situation for now.

Our target is a spy lying low in the palace.
I's direct report.

And the rendezvous point that
he chose is inside the palace walls.

I get the feeling that our skills are being put to the test.

Then, are we accompanying Her Highness today?

Not for very long.

After all, we're here as her schoolmates
on a tour of the palace.

Yet another large castle...

New Windsor Palace. My grandmother is staying here
while she recuperates from her treatment.

Her Majesty will be positively delighted
to see you, Lady Charlotte.

Will your companions be joining you?

They're relaxing in my room at the moment.

Quite right.

Shall I prepare tea or other refreshments for them?

No need. I trust Beatrice will handle that.

Wait a minute! What are you doing?!

Adding that much brandy basically
makes it a cocktail, doesn't it?!

Huh? I don't see the problem.

That tea is of the highest quality, you know!

What is stopping you from drinking the brandy by itself?

Oh, good idea!

It most certainly is not!

She can't help it. Dorothy was born from liquor, after all.

'Scuse me?

Come in.

Good afternoon, Grandmother.

I'm so happy to see you, Charlotte.

It must have been a long journey from your dormitory.

Oh, no. Not at all.

Do you think Ange will be alright?

Knowing her, she'll do just fine.

Bishop, yes?

You're right on time.

Those eyes are the spitting image of your mother's...

Princess Charlotte.

That takes me back...

It's been ten years, hasn't it?
Since we last spoke with one another.

Is this some sort of test?

I was ordered to come here by Control.

I see.

Which begs the question: Who was visiting
with Her Majesty earlier this afternoon?

I don't understand what you mean.

We'll leave it at that, then.

Let us cut to the chase.

Here.

"Shakespeare. King Lear, First Folio. 1623"?

It was in my possession long ago.

I found myself in the mood to read it again.

Please make arrangements.

This is something of an employment exam.

To determine whether or not you are trustworthy.

I had my previous liaison do this as well.

I'll be in touch with you.

How'd it go?

It went fine.

Let's head back.

Charlotte.

So this is where you were.

I was looking all over for you.

Princess.

Is something the matter?

Not really. Everything's fine.

There's no use in lying. I know you far too well for that.

Our identities have been exposed...?

Yes...

The spy in the royal household was Winston,
the Grand Chamberlain.

Mr. Winston...?

When I was a child, he would often look after me.

He must've remembered my facial features.

I never would have guessed that he was a spy...

At first, I felt sentimental and
considered telling him the truth.

However, he reached out to me as Bishop.

Not as the Grand Chamberlain.

He didn't mention anything about
you returning to the family?

No.

It doesn't matter what he's thinking.

If we're found out by the wrong people,
we won't get to be together for much longer.

What will you do?

Ensure that he keeps quiet.

Don't worry. I don't intend to kill him.

There must be a reason why
he brought it up in the first place.

I need to confirm my suspicions.

On top of that, we need to figure out
what Bishop is hiding.

Mr. Winston has a secret?

I don't have any proof...

But there was something odd about his demeanor.

Alright, then. I'll go ahead and-

No, don't.

This was my failure.

And besides, Control handpicked me to do this job.

I should be the one...

Charlotte?

Do you remember our promise?
That you would try to trust us?

Yes, but I still haven't explained our situation to everyone.

What are you going to do...?

Bishop found out that the Princess is a spy?

Yes...

That's a bad thing, isn't it?

Very bad, indeed...

The undercover approach failed, eh?

No.

From the moment that he set
the rendezvous point within the palace walls,

he had already begun to suspect as much.

For the time being, we'll proceed according to plan
and carry out our duties as Bishop's liaisons.

In other words, hone in on Bishop
until we find his weakness and

confirm whether or not he's a double agent.

Exactly.

He took control of the situation from the very beginning.

Which means...

...even if you had roughed him up a little bit,
you would have needed a bargaining chip, eh?

Now I get it.

Is that why you were acting so strange?

I knew that something was off
when you came back from the palace.

Really? You can tell?

Are you serious?!

Of course. We've been friends for a long time.

I can't even imagine what "acting strange"
would look like...

Agreed.

Some spies you are...

At any rate, I'm glad to see that you're not carrying
the weight of the world on your shoulders anymore.

As the old saying goes, we're all in the same boat.

Dorothy...

I can hardly bear the thought of
a wild Ange on the loose again.

That's a good point.

Agreed.

Now then, we need to come up with a concrete plan...

We'll start with a background check.

Dig up any sort of suspicious activities
in his personal life.

Speaking of which, what exactly
does a grand chamberlain do?

A grand chamberlain, as the name suggests,

is the highest ranking member amongst a staff
of chamberlains who attend to the royal family.

In addition to waiting on my grandmother,

he has a wide range of duties such
as supervising the other chamberlains

and drafting speeches for ceremonies led
by my grandmother. Things of that nature.

He sounds powerful. He's more than a servant.

The Grand Chamberlain holds
his own title of nobility, you know.

But if a man so close to the Queen is
a spy for the Commonwealth,

can't he wield his influence over
the actions of the kingdom?

Bishop's role is limited to that of an informant.

A misstep on his part would not
go unnoticed by the kingdom.

Control wishes to avoid this. The Commonwealth's
government doesn't even know he exists.

It's rare that he becomes involved in their plans.

Which means that he's going
to be a tough nut to crack...

What on earth is going on here?

Not a single person that Mr. Chamberlain met
with in town could agree upon his profession.

Veterinarian, art dealer, railway worker, minister...

That's quite the impressive spread.

Yes. A formidable liar.

It seems as though he's confident in his ability
to bluff his way out of any situation.

I assumed that, if he was a double agent, he would have
a means of making contact with the outside world, but...

...you didn't find any clues, did you?

Nope. Any word from Bishop?

I heard back from him. We meet tomorrow.

Ah...

Honestly, given his attention to detail, we aren't
going to gather much intel from the outside.

When you see him, can you try
to press him for something useful?

I'll give it a shot.

Indeed, this is the item that I requested.

Good work.

Thank you very much. I'm flattered.

Let's see... Her name was Beatrice, correct?

The young lady acting as the Princess' caretaker.

She shows far too much emotion.

Then there's your classmate,
and the young lady from the Far East.

A unique bunch, but their tailing skills
leave much to be desired.

Their canvassing technique and investigation
into my finances were sloppy, too.

Control has gone downhill, haven't they?

You ought to become a teacher at the Farm.

I plan to live leisurely in my old age.

It wasn't a joke, actually...

I've grown tired of having to lie all the time.

Allow me to give you a piece of advice.

A tossed pebble causes ripples,
so don't be the one who sets off a chain reaction.

Suspicion is a way of signaling the truth.

Besides... I might accidentally let the cat out of the bag.

I'll be in touch.

He got us...

Our cover is officially blown.

We have failed...

I'm sorry. This is all my fault...

It doesn't matter.

Based on the way that he spoke, it seemed as though
he doesn't plan on spilling our secret any time soon.

What do we do, Ange?

Control's instructions were
to investigate the double agent.

If he's onto us, it'll be difficult to catch him red-handed.

He tried to shake us up, and we reacted accordingly.

By that logic, it should be even easier for us
to conduct our investigation behind the scenes.

Besides, if we've both acknowledged the situation,
then we can take things a step further.

What do you intend to do?

Princess.

Would you mind lending me a hand?

Sure!

What?!

Princess Charlotte.

What are you doing here at this time of day?

I was told that we would be holding
a reception at the palace today.

I figured that I ought to offer
my assistance to Grandmother.

Is that so?

Though it strikes me as odd.

When I picked up that book a few days ago, I was certain
that I told you to refrain from snooping around.

The truth is, I had a personal reason
for coming here to visit you, Mr. Winston.

There's still time before the reception is meant to begin.
May I trouble you for a game of chess?

Oh my.

That's something you don't see every day.

The Grand Chamberlain is playing
against Princess Charlotte?
That's something you don't see every day.

The Grand Chamberlain is playing
against Princess Charlotte?

How long has it been since
we last faced off at the chessboard?

The first time that I introduced you to chess,
you could barely grip the pieces without dropping them.

Nowadays, I can hold my own in a match.

But you still lack experience in terms
of outsmarting your opponent.

When did you first become aware?

At the beginning, when you switched places.

That's a lie.

And yet it could be the truth.

Whichever it may be, there's no difference.

The line between the two has become blurred as of late.

Perhaps it's because I've told too many lies.

Even so, you appear to be on a winning streak.

But I'm beginning to lose sight of myself.

Something that will eventually happen to you, too.

If you continue telling lies, that is.

What an intense game...

The Princess is rather sharp, don't you think?

Your Highness.

You seem somewhat distracted.

My apologies. I hadn't realized that
we attracted an audience.

It looks like everyone is focused on you, Mr. Winston.

A common occurrence.

Perhaps I'm simply getting old,
but I find it rather irksome.

Well, isn't this just delightful?

A bout of chess between Charlotte
and the Grand Chamberlain.

How lovely to see you, Uncle.

Has your leg had a chance to heal?

Yes. All back to normal.

What a rare sight to behold.

This match between you and the Grand Chamberlain...
To what do we owe such a pleasant surprise?

I had so much fun reminiscing about the olden days
that I invited the Princess to play.

I see...

Charlotte, would you mind
if I sit in on your match as a spectator?

Please, I insist.

This is... the manuscript for
Grandmother's speech at the ceremony...

That move was unlike you, Charlotte.

Look there. Concentrating solely on your opponent's
pieces has put your bishop at risk.

It's nerve-racking with you watching me, Uncle.

Excuses will do you no good.

Now then, how will you proceed under
the current circumstances, Your Highness?

That's your game, eh? Intuition is meant to be followed.

You mustn't tell him.

Quite right.

Chatterboxes get the rug
pulled out from underneath them.

But the Grand Chamberlain sees through your trickery.

How will he choose to counter?

A solid defense, I see.

I'm a cowardly man.

Good old Iron Wall Winnie.

Many a challenger has suffered
a bitter defeat at your hands.

And yet I didn't stand a chance against
our Home Secretary's powerful offensive.

Should the opportunity arise, let us play again.

Absolutely. I wouldn't miss it for the world.

Check.

I resign.

You've become skilled over the years.

That was quite the riveting match.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Well then, I have a job to do myself.

I shall be in touch with you regarding
our next item of business.

Please return to your dormitory
for the day, Your Highness.

It's about time for a hit.

"A hit," milord?

The moment at which one's prey becomes caught.

Be it on a hook, or following a faceoff...

West of the Wall isn't the only place for fishing,
but most remain uninterested.

If you have someone specific in mind,
I can secure them for you.

Leave it be.

For now, it would be best to ease up and slow down.

The stability of the kingdom is
what I desire above all else.

I thought that we were done for when
the Duke of Normandy showed up...

Yes. But our efforts were fruitful.

How about you, Princess?

I'm sorry... There weren't any clues...

Anything at all.

Tell us everything that you found.

There was a locked drawer with the notes
for my grandmother's speech inside.

Also, there were several books on the desk with
bindings similar to the one that you delivered.

The Grand Chamberlain spotted us almost
immediately and saw right through our disguise...

Miss Ange, did you learn something from the mission?

Multiple individuals were monitoring
the Grand Chamberlain.

Which means...

There's a possibility that the Duke of Normandy
distrusts the Grand Chamberlain as well.

And there's something else...

The way that he plays chess...

A player's personality becomes
visible through their technique.

Princess, do you remember his technique?

Iron Wall Winnie...

Generally, he's rigid and cautious.

Enduring attacks carefully.
The type to win through persistence.

But that wasn't the case this time around.

As the Duke of Normandy pointed out,
he returned to his ordinary playstyle for a while.

However, he rushed towards victory in the end.

His normally cautious personality vanished,
and he lost his patience.

It leads me to believe that somebody is coercing him.

You could tell all that from a game of chess?!

Yes.

Anyhow, the odds are that
he has ties to some sort of organization.

And he's struggling to manage the situation.

Then, is that the reason why he was
so aggressive about gaining leverage over us?

Probably.

But what are we going to do?

Knowing that he's an object of suspicion doesn't
exactly give us a whole lot to work with, does it?

That's where you're wrong.

Thanks to the Princess, we found ourselves a lead.

Richard III. Second Quarto, 1650.

Exactly as instructed. You pass.

I'll admit that you have good taste.

But from now on, would you mind choosing
a bit more contemporary reading material?

Locating these things is difficult.

The family's love of Shakespeare runs in our blood.

Besides, it wouldn't be much of
a test if they were easy to acquire.

Compromise is unacceptable.

I expect you to always follow my directions.

Now then, please stand by for my next correspondence.

Apologies for calling you here all of a sudden.

Why have you brought a mountain of newspapers?

These are... articles about the commemoration ceremony
for the founding of the Charitable Society.

The last five years' worth.

These newspapers published the full text
for the Queen's speech at each ceremony.

Oh, everyone's here.

And now a mountain of books?
What on earth are we about to do?

I enlisted the help of the antique
bookshop owner that we rescued.

These are the same volumes and editions of all
the books that we've delivered to Bishop so far.

We'll analyze the time at which
Bishop received each book

and comb through the corresponding
speech given by the Queen.

That's got to be how he's communicating
with the outside world.

He's communicating through my grandmother's speeches?

It's a book cipher.

There's no evidence to suggest that Bishop
is using another person to relay intelligence.

However, if he were to use the manuscripts
for the Queen's speeches and a code book,

he could pass along information without arousing
suspicion, no matter where his contact is located.

Wait, we have to go through all of these?!

Yes.

Careful analysis is at the heart of code decryption.

The more samples that we have,
the more accurate the analysis.

Our deadline is two days.

What?!

And the 60th anniversary of the Queen's
accession to the throne is five days after.

He's bound to hide a message
in her next speech for the ceremony.

That's when we'll catch him red-handed.

Assuming that we deciphered the code in its entirety,
how will we know when he receives a reply back?

Once the full text for each speech
was published in the newspaper,

the same business posted a help wanted ad
after a certain amount of time like clockwork.

Ooh...

Angus Brothers & Co.

I did a bit of digging for caution's sake,
and just as I thought, the company doesn't exist.

I'm almost positive that the reply is somewhere in this ad.

What will you do then?

Lay out the bait.

After that, we simply wait for them to bite.

I don't believe that you and I
were scheduled to meet today.

I only came here to deliver this message.

It's from Control.

What do they want?

I haven't read it.

They merely said to send
your response within the next week.

Goodbye.

"Repatriation of Commonwealth embassy personnel."

"War is on the horizon."

An appeal for defection...

If only things had gone more smoothly...

Come in.

My deepest apologies, Your Majesty. I made minor
adjustments to your statement for tomorrow's ceremony.

Even a man of your stature makes mistakes.

The both of us have gotten old, haven't we?

To the citizens of the kingdom,
along with our closest allies:

First, I would like to express my
gratitude for the longstanding friendship

and peaceful relations that have developed between us.

Oh, it's in today's paper.

Have you looked it over?

It seems as though he took the bait.

He requested correspondence with his business partner.

Then that's case closed, I suppose.

What's our next move?

That isn't for me to decide.

We'll await our orders from Control.

Why haven't they replied...?

Charles.

Can you run an errand for me?

Of course. How can I be of assistance?

Why, it's but a trifling matter, really.

Good morning, Dorothy!

Good morning!

Oh, g'morning.

Why are you manning the iron?

What happened to Charles?

He hasn't returned since last night.

The Master of the Household
asked me to take his place...

Is everything alright?

Good morning, Bishop.

I've come to retrieve your response.

Are you out of your mind?! If someone sees you...!

Don't worry.

The arrangements have been
made for you to leave tonight.

What is this?

Our rendezvous point.

Give me an explanation that I can understand!

The repatriation of embassy personnel was a lie.

I'm sure that you understand now.

You snuck a code into the Queen's speech.

You were dealing intelligence
related to the Commonwealth.

Control is already aware, too.

You can no longer be trusted.

I had expected "the end" to be more
of a drawn-out process...

Is this where you're going to kill me?

You will be transported to the Commonwealth
via a route through a neighboring country.

And then, you will be subjected to interrogation.

So much to look forward to...

However, the security network
at the waypoint is rather lax.

This contains a list of guard stations,
a map of the harbor, blueprints of the building,

and any other pertinent information.

A separate boat has already been prepared as well.

What is the meaning of this?!

I'm offering you a deal.

In exchange for keeping your secret...?

Precisely.

I'll see you tonight.

Don't be late.

These pastries are...

Is that you, Grand Chamberlain? Is something wrong?

Oh, I decided to take a leave of absence.

I'm going on a short holiday.

But there's no need to set out so late at night...

The roads are dangerous in the dark.

Well, to tell you the truth,
there's a lovely lady waiting for me.

Could you please open the gate?

Ah, now I get it. Give me just a moment.

Let's keep this between us, shall we?

Of course. Not a problem.

He's here.

Get out.

Chise, take care of the car.

Understood.

Is that...?

Your pursuers. Let's hurry.

Get in.

An underground passageway...?

A Cavorite mine before it was abandoned.

It's a secret escape route known only to the royal family.

I've been waiting for you, Mr. Winston.

Princess...

Did you call her here?

No.

She wanted to be here.

From this point on, you'll travel by boat.

It will take you safely to the harbor.

Princess...

How very bizarre.

I can't say that I didn't feel as though
something was out of place.

But until I met this young lady, I never once doubted you.

Whoever you really are,
it has been my honor to serve you.

You truly are a marvelous princess.

Mr. Winston...

Take care.

One down, one to go.

They're a stubborn bunch...

If I put my mind to it, even I can do it.

A fine move.

I sense much less tension than in our last match.

You seem to be enjoying yourself, too.

Quite right.

I realized that the Duke of Normandy
had begun to suspect me.

And that he was gradually closing in.

Which is why I sought help from my employer.

No sooner than I was supposed to retire...

Your employer?

Please don't ask.

Even I have what one might call a "code of conduct."

In exchange, mum's the word on your situation.

What a spectacular sight.

If I hadn't become a spy,
I never would have seen it, I suppose.

Born into the aristocracy and
blessed with a prestigious job.

And yet, my work as a spy is
what gave me a sense of fulfillment.

Still, I've grown thoroughly exhausted with telling lies...

You're awfully talkative tonight, aren't you?

I'm retiring from a job to which
I devoted over a quarter of a century.

I tend to get sentimental.

Being a spy brought excitement into what
was otherwise a bland and suffocating life.

But it came at a price,
and I ended up losing everything else.

The lesson I've learned in this long life
of mine is that you don't always get

what you want in exactly the way you want it.

Check.

I resign.

This ship will take you to the waypoint.

As for the plan beyond that...

Don't worry. I've already memorized everything.

Ah... In that case, this is where we part ways.

After ten years, it was a pleasure to see you again...

Princess Charlotte.

I'm... no longer...

Farewell.

You...

What are you doing here...?

Mr. Winston!

So it's come to this...

If you keep... telling lies... you'll share... the same fate...

It appears that the Grand Chamberlain's corpse
was discovered in the Port of London.

Is that so?

They were unsparing in his disposal.

It would seem that we've got
a rather astute lot on our hands.

You suspect that someone other than
the Commonwealth was responsible for this, milord?

Precisely.

I will reserve judgement, but the man that I know doesn't
strike me as someone who would end things this way...

A's written report, sir.

Well done.

Please express my gratitude to the Principal Team.

I...

Are you alright with this?

Losing a mole in the Queen's inner circle is
a serious blow, but it was beyond our control.

Excellent work.

You are dismissed.

After all was said and done,
the Grand Chamberlain's killer was never found.

As far as Control is concerned,

the double agent was successfully identified,
so they've suspended their inquiry.

In regards to whom the Grand
Chamberlain was dealing intelligence,

a different team is going to take over the investigation.

Oh, I see...

I am dissatisfied with the outcome...

No way around it.

Such is the fate of a spy. It is what it is.

Sort of lonely, isn't it?

Yes.

I suppose it is...

Just a little.