'This is nuts… This is driving me nuts…' Gin mused inwardly as he glanced half of his head at the king's palace crumbling down with his eyes.
Thud—!
The building continued to collapse, leaving everyone in shock. It was something that everyone didn't expect.
'When the hell did they plan it?' Gin questioned inwardly as he continued to proceed forward, knowing that the destroyed building was too late to recover.
Gin then proceeds to find the answer to his question, by ramming his thoughts at the possible times his enemies planted the bombs.
Slowly, many thoughts started to piece together as one conclusion started to form inside his head, understanding everything at the moment.
'I see… Now I know why the Anderson and the Seats agreed to do this…' Gin mused inwardly, eyeing Anderson and Heppie's back as they escaped.