I know what Mr. Oz is trying to say, but I think everyone at the store is probably guessing that I'm not a normal town girl.

"I was wondering if the customers might have guessed to some extent because there was a lot going on. I mean, the general knows who I am. I've talked straight to my mother."

Mr. Oz solidifies, keeping his smaller eyes fully open. Put it down for a beat, and it started to burst into laughter.

"Well, that damsel is also rigid."

"Yeah, it's got a nice air, and this one's gonna blow."

I had a little laugh with Mark, and Mr. Oz slaps himself on the knee with his thick hands.

"Uh, I see. I see. There's something behind it. Wake up. I see. Let's cooperate."

"Is it true!

"No two words. So, there's a lot of trouble and rough stuff going on with a civilian life officer? What are you going to see?"

"As much as possible, I want to see it as it is. By actually looking at the work of a civilian health officer and the problems that arise in town, you will be able to know exactly what the problem is when you become a municipal well officer, and I think you can handle it appropriately."

"Well, isn't it a special victory? But hey, I just can't do it all. The day you let a noble lady suffer from a fight, her neck will fly in the real sense."

Shun to Mr. Oz's words. But yes......... right?

"I'll stop you when you're serious."

Above my head, Pong and Mark clap. When I looked up, he just gave me a little glance and smiled to reassure me.

"As an escort, it's always me or Selva. I don't think you need to worry about the basics."

"Well, so is Selva. Isn't that a good candidate? That's great."

"When Chris walks through town, one of them is bound to be escorted. You're relieved, right?

"Yeah, well, don't complain. You just have to watch what you want."

"That's right. Good for you, Chris."

Mr. Mark shows his white teeth and breaks his face. Without his backup, I'm sure the range you can show me would have narrowed considerably.

At least I appreciate Mark's willingness to negotiate so that I can experience the raw work of a civilian health officer. And on the other hand, if I don't have that help, I can feel my tininess stained.

And don't worry, I can't believe it. What a selfish story.

"What's wrong, face it"

Apparently, Mark felt my feelings instantly, and he just peered into my face.

Thanks to Mr. Mark, I was supposed to be able to show you the work of a civil servant, so I couldn't laugh even though I wanted to respond with a smile on my face.