This chapter's epigraph is from a famous poem by the famous English poet William Butler Yeats. The poem is about a cook who is trying to curry favor with the king of England. The cook says that the royal highness's servant stole the confidential military report, but the king says that it's impossible for the cook to interfere in the former emperor's court affairs. The royal brother asks why the servant is crying, and the servant says that he saw the king and the cook in the middle of a corridor. The king asks the servant if he has any evidence to support his claim that the cook stole the military report. The servant says he has no evidence to back up his claim, and that the civilian has no witness or evidence. He says that if the king wants to take his daughter away, he has to go through him first. The father says that his daughter was worried that the prince was being deceived, and she got confused. The minister thinks that this key to resolving the matter lies in the red fingerprints. But this confidential report was made of silk and the smudges have already been done.