Half a day later, outside the Underground City.
Adjutant Karen satisfyingly kicked Moriarty, "the Mole," who was trussed up like a turkey.
"Run! Aren't you supposed to be a great runner, Lord Mole? Why don't you keep digging?"
Moriarty squirmed on the ground like a worm, shrinking his neck back in fear and begging for mercy in a tearful voice.
"I've been framed! It was all Hades's idea, it has nothing to do with me! Please, noble Knights, have mercy and let me go."
Alice's expression was calm.
"Your crimes will be judged by the laws and courts of the Kingdom."
With a wave of her hand, the arriving soldiers immediately shoved Moriarty, along with a dozen or so whimpering Rusted Key thieves dragged out of the fortress, into the prison wagon all at once.
Karen walked over to Alice and clicked his tongue in amazement as he looked at the jam-packed prison wagon.
