Detainee Meeting Room, International Military Court of Western Usea

Trigger: "I just checked all the orders of Erusean Department of Defense, every single one of them were signed with your father's name and your name, royal seal stamped. Which means you, along with your father, were directly responsible for starting and catalyzing this war!"

Rosa Cossette D'Elise: "Look! We know we made a decision, and it was wrong! But what could we do? We were just a small country clinging to survive under encirclement of multiple global powers! How should we recognize foreign aids as sincere good wills? It was a bad call, bad call."

"Bad call?! Is this how you discount all the unspeakable crimes you committed?!" Trigger bursts in anger, grabbing Rosa Cossette D'Elise's collars and lifting her like a falcon catching a chicken: "Don't you have any idea what you've done here?! How many people died because of your ignorance, how many properties wasted because of your idiocy?!" Rosa Cossette D'Elise's hypocrisy of innocence is instantly pulverized under Trigger's fury.

"No matter how many sympathizers out there to absolve your sins, I'm gonna make sure you and your Belkan paramour nailed right to the wall for this! You're not gonna sleaze your way out of this one!" Tossing the woman away, Trigger leaves the scene with a growl.

One Year Later, Front Gate of International Military Court of Western Usea

Gate is opened, Rosa Cossette D'Elise and Dr. Schroeder, escorted by MPs, walk out and walk past crowds of journalists, get onboard a waiting limo.

"There's a high possibility they'll get away from this…correction, very high possibility." Count is watching from afar.

"Not this time, I had arranged someone trustworthy to close the case." Trigger is quite optimistic.

Meanwhile, inside the limo, Dr. Schroeder asks: "So what will you do with your life, your highness?"

"Not decided, maybe I'll stay a low profile for now, after all the turmoil settles, I think I'll work for charity. How' bout you, doctor?"

"I'm just leaving this continent, back to Belka for hiding, then pick up the old job I left. A genius like me always has a workplace to go."

"Do you mind if I tag along with you?" On Rosa Cossette D'Elise's face there is a slutty expression.

"No."

Limo stops in a small airport, the two war criminals climb in a business jet.

Jet takes off and ascends rapidly, above clouds.

"Come to think of it, I'm still in shock that so many people are petitioning for my amnesty, even millions from Osea. Public loves cute faces after all." Rosa Cossette D'Elise says shamelessly.

"Public is this stupid, brains are always a kind of resources in short supply." Dr. Schroeder casually leans on his seat, crossing both arms behind head.

Suddenly both of them lose weight, because the jet dives with a steep angle without warnings. The pilot, who is none other than Avril Mead in disguise, sets the vehicle to crash from over 10000 meters, before HALOing herself to safety.

"What happened?!" "Pilot is gone! We're dropping fast!" "The door to cockpit is locked!" "Break it! BREAK IT!"

A miniature mushroom cloud blossoms above horizon. Trigger and Count record entire process by cameras, then drive to the designated landing spot to pick up the Scrap Queen.

The three raise their right hands as if holding glasses, facing the crash site of the Belkan egghead and the highness of Erusean morons.

Count: "Mr. Harling, we hope this is enough to comfort your soul."

Avril Mead: "And to all Osean boys and girls we've lost in the war, rest in peace."

Trigger: "Once we're back to Osea, we can put some real glasses in these hands."

Count and Avril Mead laugh, the trio drive away to another direction.

The End

Ending Theme: Le drapeau levé (literally Die Fahne hoch in French)