it was the year 1482 in Notre Dame, today it was the festival of fools, you were a Gipsy that had to do a dance for it

while doing the dance you had sat on the judge of Justice's Douma's lap and then went back to your dance, as the dance was coming to an end you had thrown a smoke bomb and disappeared, the crowd was applauseing

Douma : hmmm... That Gipsy~ he smirks