The return of Cannon.

The royal alchemist approached the eastern (toward Emain) wall of Tara. It was about 5 of them, they seemed to be unprepared, just having their cylinders out. They were laughing and smiling. As they headed inside the Gate, Cannon appeared in front of them. Randomly clicking is heard, they looked at their sides and saw fomors with special cylinders and tower cylinders, but they weren't firing, their cylinders where all jammed. Before they were able to load the magic themselves, the Royal Alchemist loaded their attacks and took them out, Cannon removed his robe, revealing that it was Ralvery in a Royal alchemist suit. He grinned, as they took down the fomors. "Good job guys, they went according to plan."
"Yeah! They really believed you were Cannon."
They all nodded, he really was Cannon, but they didn't know that.

Hours later~~

It was weird, a royal alchemist laying by the grass near the wolves in as if he was homeless, he was clearly crying. He had a few wounds, probably the wolves tried to feast on him if he ever tried to sleep. But he just waited there.

<<He should be crying >_>!>>


"That's very impressive.. the way you've managed to fool them all.." speaks a friendly female voice. "God is watching.. I hope, for your sake, she's on your side.. and not the fomors."