*Mutters vaguely* After all, one cannot die twice... *Letting out a sigh of relief he lowers both hands.* Deal. You're a reasonable man, Mr. Félix. Should we shake hands?

I know a lot of things, but I didn't know you* are actually plotting overthrow the Throne. Good for me!

*Now the Crown Prince is evoking a little bit of sympathy even for his mother's murderer.* ... Why the hell do you have this desire for destruction? When you can't kill a single man without hesitation?

You say as if you hate him... personally. Well. Am I being threatened right now? You said it's a deal, Mr. Félix. So please... *points at the gun.*

*Lowering his voice, quietly* You understand it's risky... I want double. 1200. Then I'll report nothing even if you're a real traitor.

Woah, whoh. Don't be upset, sir. I won't prefer physical pain at all... *Contrary to his cowardly words, he puts two fingers to his tight temple and pretends to shoot a gun.* By the way, little captain, have you EVER shot a man?

Hai ragione... *Trying to hide his body shivering* So please tell me, Your Majesty, when on earth will this end?

👏 👏 👏 Well done, Your Highness :3 You've done SUCH an excellent job 👍 .

Oh, oh, that's scary. *raises both empty hands in an exaggerated manner* But it's not that attractive, Mr. Félix. Why keep this a secret between us? Please give it a try - let the Kaiser know - then he'll sent you another one or two. Anyway, being paied 600 gulden per year; how could I betray him?

That's what you... and your mistress want, not what I want. *Pointing out the portrait* I'd be more satisfied in the hell than here! ... *The assassin recoils in surprise at having raised his voice.*

All right. We're all* on a sinking ship, Your Highness. And have you ever visited in a third-class cabin?

Honestly I'm surprised that you noticed that; I should have said it first. Of course, I'm a spy. Otherwise, why would I have read all of your articles?

*Pause. He's lying, as he'd never contacted with the Emperor. Just wants to see Rudolf's face turn red.*

You don't understand it. You never will. *hysterical laughter* The privileged... such as you.

What is all this for? Please, your Majesty... *He thinks, 'It's fucking stupid that I'm still afraid of death, when...'* I am dead. You see? It's been one hundred years already... *Deep sigh*

😕 *shrugs his shoulders* Why should I speak of him? It is you who have already spoke of him - in your anonymous articles. It sounds weird to say that you have nothing to do with him. You denounced him quite often, don't you, Mr. Félix? It's been great fun... pleasure for me to read your writings.

🙂

Maybe, maybe not. I'm working at a publisher, Mr. Félix, and your name is... very well known. *smiles disrespectfully* Your father must be proud of you.

Again? Come on, my Lord. Please don't.