That Person. Later on…

I couldn't even get out of town and have been in a safe house for a long time... but I don't have much to do. I don't have anybody to talk to. Marrao, Mr. Barro and the rest of the Beasts are very busy for their upcoming actions. Later, Mr. Grave... I admire Mr. Iula and I are having a flirt. It's been four or six hours...... I'm going to sleep now!! I'm going to sleep!! Wow! You don't envy me!! You don't envy me!! That's how I slept with Meal in my arms and killed time until the rescue operation started.

"... Hao... can you really rely on this guy..."

"........................... sorry"

I overslept. I didn't expect you to fall asleep for real. Besides, the beginning and end of being woken up by Marrao. I remember when the rescue operation started. I remember properly...... it doesn't make sense if you fall asleep, does it? I'm so sorry. I covered my face with both hands out of embarrassment.

The time now will be close to midnight. Me and Mr. Grave, Mr. Barro were checking the final confirmation on the front porch of the safe house. Well, I don't have anything in particular to take. I'm just standing there. Meal left it in this safe house just in case. I tell her to run away when I have to. That's how I was heard by Mr. Rino, the ox beast man, looking at Mr. Grave and Mr. Barro's demeanor.

"May I have a moment?

"Yes?"

That said, Mr. Lino put some powder down on me from the top of my head. Huh? What is this?

"What is this?

I pampered my body, held my hand and opened it to make sure, but I don't see any particular abnormality.

"It's deodorant. Mr. Barro said yesterday that the beast man is sensitive to smells. I'm turning off the smell so the hardliners won't find me. The effect is about thirty minutes and this is the rest of the deodorant. This is all I have, so please be careful."

"I see, I get it"

I received a bag containing deodorant from Mr. Lino, and when I looked around, Mr. Grave told Mr. Iula that Mr. Barro had been deodorant poured down by his former subordinate Monkey Beast Man Gunki.

"Take care, Grave"

"Oh, I'll be right back."

"Take care."

"... ah"

I don't know...... my chest tightens to those two extreme sights. I'm really glad it was Mr. Lino. That's how we got ready. We got out of the safe house to save the moderates.

The distance from the safe house to the castle was not a great distance. It only took a little while because it was hiding in the shadows of the house to get around just so the hardliners wouldn't find it. Nor, to be honest, was it possible to break through the gates of the castle, and it took even longer to turn around behind. By the time I get around to the back, it will be nearly half an hour, so I'll put another deodorant down on Mr. Barro's instructions. My heart feels puffy because I don't usually act like this. At the same time, I was feeling excited. It's getting a little fun. I wonder what happens when I get inside the castle.

Ordinary castles have walls to prevent intrusion from external enemies. There are usually walls in castles in this country, and there are of course no loopholes, etc. around the back. On top of that, there are guard soldiers patrolling the walls, and we are now hiding in the shadows of the woods just outside the walls. I'd probably be able to break the wall in one shot, but when I do, I'll find out what our presence is, so I'll ask Mr. Barro what the hell he's going to do.

"So what are you going to do now?

"Well, wait. There are few in the castle, but moderates are still there. I followed the crossing in the morning."

A rope ladder was thrown down from above the walls to prove the word. I could see the person who would have thrown it down as I pointed my gaze over the walls to confirm its origin, returning to the roundabout. We immediately climb to the rope ladder. He lowered himself so that when everyone arrived above the walls, he could not be found, and moved to the source of Mr. Barro's guidance. Mr. Barro should say that he was just a former Kingsguard marshal, giving precise instructions and proceeding through the castle. I ran into several soldiers on the way, but I was able to hide and spend time without finding a deodorant. Proceed one by one to the stairs leading to the dungeon. It's kind of lame. Should I say it's not handy? Did you need us for this? As much as that thought comes to mind, there's no obstacle to us moving on.

That's how we got to the front of the room where the moderate hostages were captured. Isn't that a dungeon? I thought, was it on your face, Mr. Barro answered?

"The other moderates are dungeons, but Lady Gio, the king, is under house arrest in this room. First rescue Master Grab, the flag of the moderates. We're going into the room at once."

I had a bad feeling about Mr. Barro's words. I also applauded my suspicions that it was easy to get here. Why go into it all at once to show our presence here? Why is there no guard outside the room for the king? I guess Mr. Grave has the same idea. Give me an unpleasant look. But Mr. Barro broke into the room before trying to question his suspicions. Me and Mr. Grave are going to have no choice but to get to that action with a tongue pounding.

I just looked forward and walked into the room and saw nothing there in the dark. I can feel the signs of Mr. Grave, but I can't feel the signs of Mr. Barro. The moment I thought so, I heard a rattling, tall noise from behind. Turning his face toward those who heard the sound, he accidentally brightens up inside the room and snatches away his sight for a moment. Gradually accustomed to brightness, iron bars, as if they were iron plaid, were placed at equal intervals in the sight that became visible, and at the end of the iron bars were Mr. Barro, with a sad expression, and beside him a man of beasts with the same golden cat ears as Marau, who had a strong figure. And when I look around lightly, the iron stick is still an iron lattice thing, and me and Mr. Grave are in it. That means they got caught setting me up in a trap. When I sent my gaze to Mr. Barro, who was outside the iron lattice, who would have set us in a trap, I threw up just one word with a sad face.

"... sorry"