While Dyffros is sleeping, Deroc has sent an agent to remove the shackles from him...
*
Days later, in Deroc's Deployed Command Spacecruiser...
Deroc's office and library. Racks of nicely arranged books and tombs, archives of documents, accompanied by a nice lamp hanging on the ceiling, and Deroc's personal, sophisticated smartdesk, are seen. The room is chilly and cold due to the air being treated by advanced air conditioners.
Deroc is seen sitting on his wheeled office chair in a leisurely way. "My friend, please tell Dyffros to meet me ASAP."
A pink hologram head, seems to be another variaton of Deldrach's visualization, nods. "As you command, master."
*
"Dyffros is ready to meet you, master. He's already outside the door."
"Good. Come in," Deroc presses a button on his smartdesk, and the airlock door opens. Dyffros enters the office, and the airlock door automatically closes afterwards.
"So, you've been messing with the angels, eh?" Deroc asks, and looks straight at his eyes. Dyffros tries to avoid eye contact with Deroc, and touches his nose in anxiety. "What? What angels? I have no idea what are you talking--"
"Be honest."
Dyffros' heart beats faster, and Dyffros begin to sweat in nervousness. "Y-yes.. Cakemaster." Dyffros mumbles with a feeble voice.
But Deroc displays a smile back in return. "Good, being honest to me is a good thing, Dyffros." Deroc takes out the golden shackles which constricted Dyffros earlier, and continues. "So, these are why they can play you, and control you?"
"Y-yes.. milord.."
"I know, you tried hard to control yourself but you can't do it. I think you.. will need these shackles, to get controlled." Deroc speaks as he shapes the golden shackles into a headband, much like the golden headband the Monkey King Sun Wukong is forced to wear.
"But why--"
"Did you forget who am I? Don't you dare oppose any of my words, I'm your Cakemaster."
Dyffros let out a sigh and reluctantly wear the headband onto his head.
"Now, try taking it out, Dyffros." Dyffros attempts to comply, but he finds himself unable to remove the golden headband. "What!? Is this.. a punishment?! And.. aren't these shackles controlled only by these angels!?"
"I reversed-engineered them. After seeing how the angels keep you under control using these, I've taken away the shackles from your body and modified them."
"What? I thought you said the shackles can't be removed by normal means, but it disappeared because the angels--"
"I have my own reasons for that, Dyffros." Deroc lifts his head and looks at Dyffros. "Let's experiment with this a little..."
Deroc chants some ancient words, and Dyffros collapses, screaming in pain as the headband begins to vibrate violently glowing in green.
"S.. STOOOOOP please!!!"
Deroc stops. Dyffros recovers himself and the headband restored to normal as soon as he stops chanting. "From now on, if you misbehave yourself, I'll do this."
"Please, no!"
"Okay. Just listen to me and you'll be fine."