Eat two pieces of bread for breakfast
‘Watch out for the red-class figures…’
Gillian swallowed hard and wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand.
As his nickname suggests, ‘Blind with Ambition’ Razbeth hatched a crazy plan to track down the Red-Class opponents, find their clients, and secretly sell the information.
Gillian was there too, it wasn’t optional.
Among the special managers, the most dangerous ones to deal with are the red-ranked ones, so I wondered why I, a low-ranking person, had to take charge of them…
‘If you want to be rude, you have to be rude.’
I wish you had told me something else…
Gillian licked her lips and confirmed her goal.
Surveillance was one of Gillian’s few specialties. He was so good at it that he never got caught until the woman he was interested in married him.
A huge creature with a scarred face and colorful armor.
‘Why is there no right shoulder blade?’
Gillian tilted her head and took her seat.
The target had been swinging his sword since early in the morning.
But the sound was so brutal that even Gillian could hear it from far away.
– Diligent enough to train before the sun even rises.
Gillian took a piece of paper out of her pocket and scribbled on it.
‘Next to you… the abbot? Why is the abbot here so early in the morning?’
Gillian narrowed her eyes and observed, then stuck out her tongue at the target’s ignorant training methods. Each and every one of his actions was so ignorant that it seemed more like torture than training. It was as if he was being tortured to tear out all his muscles.
The target, who had been moving for a while, fell down. The abbot next to him treated the target, and after a while, the target shook himself off and got up.
The target, who had woken up in perfect health, waved lightly at the abbot.
Considering that the opponent was the abbot, it was an impolite order to be immediately referred to the Holy Tribunal.
The prestige of the religious order rivaled that of the empire, so even if they were nobles, they could not treat the abbot so rudely.
Gillian tensed up and salivated at that.
But contrary to Gillian’s expectations, the abbot smiled and disappeared.
– Using the abbot as a mere training assistant?
Gillian couldn’t believe what she wrote, so she added a question mark at the end.
As the abbot disappeared, a young girl and a man approached him.
The girl handed the target a frosty mug of beer, and the man mumbled something while pointing at the target with both hands.
As the target was drinking beer, water suddenly started spraying out of the target’s body, and the target’s face became fluffy.
‘Cleansing magic?’
Gillian narrowed her eyes as she realized the nature of the magic.
The target stretched as if in relief, and the man recited the spell again.
The dust on his target’s colorful armor sparkled as if it had been washed away, and the man fell forward with a thud.
‘Even if a cleanliness wizard is unpopular… it’s not like a mere security guard would hire one. And a girl is a wizard too?’
Gillian was amazed at the ice shapes the girl playfully floated into the air. There was a delicacy in the ice that she had never seen before.
The target patted the girl’s head, and the girl smiled brightly. The girl was so cute that even Gillian, who hated children, couldn’t help but smile.
‘You have the abbot as your training assistant, a personal cleansing wizard, and a wizard who can even cast ice spells and sculpt?’
The goal was to enjoy luxuries that even the nobles of the frontier could not afford.
‘The guards’ disguised identities are definitely confirmed.’
There was no way a mere guard captain could treat the abbot and two magicians like his subordinates.
It was clear that something was definitely up.
‘It wasn’t called red for nothing.’
Gillian felt unnecessarily nervous at the man’s power, which was greater than she had expected, and wiped her sweaty palms on her thighs.
The target left the inn, and Gillian followed him, trying to keep her distance and relax.
The target entered a building that appeared to be the headquarters of the Foreign Mission Guard and came out with other men.
‘What is that…?’
Gillian was amazed at the other men’s armor.
Orange, green, blue, yellow, purple, red.
The men’s armor boasted a variety of colors, as if it contained all the colors of the world.
‘Is it useful for a group of individuals?’
There was no way a mere guard of the outskirts could wear a breastplate made of iron. Seeing the unique color that everyone else would hate added to it, it was clear that there was something secretive and sticky between them and their target.
Gillian added weight to the possibility that the target was the head of a secret society, which Gillian had temporarily named Rainbow.
– The target is likely to be a powerful force (nickname: Rainbow)
“Safety is good! Good! Good!”
The target shouted an incomprehensible slogan, and the other men followed suit. Unlike the confident target, they lowered their heads and awkwardly stretched out their arms to loosen up their bodies.
As they relaxed and dispersed in pairs, I felt like some color was being added to the gloomy castle.
After that, the target was a man in purple armor who was wandering around the castle.
“Yesterday Rosa welcomed another guest and made a meat pie…”
Gillian kept her distance and wrote down her target’s movements on a piece of paper.
Objective: Aaron, leader of the 4th company of the Cassidy Outer Wall Guard (camouflage).
– The goal is to leave headquarters and head to a bar to have a beer.
– The target encounters a huge man in a back alley.
– The target grabs the man by the collar and pins him to the ground.
– I hear the word “carpenter’s shop…” It seems like a slang term for someone to bring me their neck.
– The huge man and the men in the bonnets standing behind him offer no resistance at all. Their goal seems to be complete control of the underworld of Castle Cassadic.
– While circling the castle, you meet a heavily armed woman (Pretty). Judging from the markings engraved on her armor, she is an inquisitor of the cult.
After confirming the woman’s identity, Gillian hurriedly drew a line over the beauty. Her head almost broke.
– The two nodded, and the woman nodded again. It was like a secret code (I wouldn’t have noticed it if I wasn’t so sharp because it was only for a moment. The two seemed very conscious of the eyes around them.)
– The target seems to have some kind of relationship with the Inquisitor, apart from the abbot who acts as a servant. It also seems to have some kind of relationship with the two groups, the Central Council and the Punishment Council of the sect.
– Go into the back alleys of a different area with different objectives.
– As soon as the grim figures see their target, they hand over silver coins and bury their heads in the ground. (Seems like a sign of loyalty.)
– The hidden target behind the easy title of security guard seems to be the real dark side of Castle Cassadic.
– A snake-like man (in green armor) hands the target some green powder (drug?).
– As the target nods, the snake-like man disappears. The two seem to be plotting something grand.
– Ben (Knight of Bolt Castle) approaches the target.
– The two of them are talking and they seem very close.
– As the knight Ben moves away, the target mutters something like ‘human bird…’
– With him finished, the target returns back to headquarters.
Overall: His goal is to completely take control of the underworld of Castle Cassidy, and he seems to be the real mastermind. He also uses the abbot as his personal training assistant. He also has some kind of relationship with the Inquisitor. He even seems to be close with Knight Ben of Castle Bolt…
Gillian swallowed as she looked at the paper with the writing clearly visible.
‘What is this···.’
Even though I followed along for the whole day, rather than figuring out the goal, my head became more confused.
Originally, character research took a long time, but usually, if you follow along for a day, you can get a rough idea of the character.
But this time, rather than having a clear outline, the silhouette that was initially visible inflated in size and appeared large like a fog enveloping the area.
‘What the heck.’
Gillian stared at the paper she had written for a long time.
However, no matter how much I read it, I still didn’t understand it.
Gillian was sure he’d get cursed at if he submitted it to Razbeth like this, so he squatted down on the side of the road and racked his brain to figure out how to package him.
However, since no matter how much he thought about it, things didn’t get better, Gillian sat down on the side of the road for a long time.
***
‘It’s been about two years since he came to Castle Cassidy. His previous activities are unknown. His level of strength is not known for sure, but he was quite strong enough to single-handedly defeat a notorious gang of thugs when he first came to Castle Cassidy. His face is covered in scars that look like someone scratched him. He’s called a scoundrel because he’s so straightforward and quick to act.’
-List of Key Figures of the Cassadic Castle-
Razbeth bit his lip habitually as he turned over the wad of papers.
‘Just a loser?’
Rather than relying solely on guild information, Razbeth went out and gathered information himself.
However, the information I gathered myself was not much different from what was written on paper.
No, rather, there was a lot of strange information.
Some say that their target was a blood-drinking demon, but they were blessed and converted to become honorary monks.
‘What kind of conversion is the devil…’
Others speculated that the goal was to be an artist who could pin people to walls or make a big business out of demolishing buildings.
Another said that the target was originally a death row inmate of the empire, but was released after winning a duel, as the target was friendly with the executioner.
‘It’s all nonsense…’
Razbeth felt a pounding headache and pressed his temples.
I invested a whole day and got no results.
‘I definitely thought you were a fugitive.’
Razbeth thought that the scars on the target’s face, which looked like they were made with fingernails, were a device to hide his presence, but the target’s actions were the exact opposite of a fugitive.
Anyone you asked at Cassidy Castle knew about the guy, and they all had something to say about his past, most of it nonsense.
He was a famous person at the Cassadic Castle.
Maybe a celebrity. Maybe a loser.
‘Then isn’t he a fugitive?’
If you’re a fugitive, you’ll probably try to avoid being noticed by others…
Razbeth habitually bit his lips as his head became complicated.
‘Let’s think about it in a different way. We’re looking for a client.’
Huh… Razbeth took a deep breath and turned his thoughts in a different direction.
‘The places where you can place red-level requests are… the empire, the church, nobles above the rank of marquis. Large mercenary units, magic towers, and the rest of the famous people.’
When she actually looked into it, there were quite a few candidates. It was still relatively small considering that they were selected from the entire empire, but it was difficult for her to identify them.
‘He’s an honorary monk and he’s attached to the abbot, so he can’t be from a religious order. If it were the Empire, he’d have been caught already. The Magic Tower doesn’t take on commissions, but does them themselves… A noble? A large mercenary company? Or someone with a connection to the guild leader?’
She continued her thoughts, tapping her thigh with her finger, but there was so little information.
‘···Should I borrow his strength?’
After thinking for a moment, Razbeth made up his mind and stood up.
If we only asked for information on the wanted poster for Aaron, the target, there was a risk that our purpose would be revealed.
Then she took out four more wanted posters for unknown red-level figures from her bag and mixed them with her target’s wanted posters.
Then he took out a piece of paper and wrote a very short phrase.
‘Request for information.’
I wrote more than four letters so there was a chance he would see through it, so I reduced it as much as possible.
He put him in a thin container with the montage papers and took out the birdcage hidden inside.
In the cage sat a very white dove, silently. Even when the door was opened, the dove closed its eyes and remained still.
Razbeth carefully tied a thin tube containing paper to the pigeon’s leg.
Then he took out a few small containers of different colors from his bosom and thought about it for a moment.
‘It’s dangerous and a shame, but I can’t do it alone anyway.’
Razbeth bit his lips again and brought the red and black barrels in front of the pigeons.
The pigeon that smelled the scent opened its closed eyes, but where its eyes should be, there was nothing.
Only then did the pigeon start fluttering its wings repeatedly, as if asking to be let out immediately.
Then Razbeth opened the door and a dove flew out, flapping its wings like crazy.
Meanwhile, a pigeon landed on the top of the door, but it flew up into the sky as if nothing had happened.
Perhaps because he was so nervous, Razbeth’s head started to throbbed.
‘Something sweet.’
Razbeth muttered softly and left the house.
As I closed the shabby door, small, opaque letters appeared and disappeared.
Razbeth pushed open the closed door and turned around.
‘I wonder if there’s a delicious cake in such a remote place.’
Razbeth walked, frowning at the accident that continued to roll on regardless of his will.
***
‘There’s a restaurant like this in the outskirts! Was it called Haesun?’
Rasbet, who was delighted with the delicious cake that was hard to find even in the city, bought two more loaves of bread to eat tomorrow morning.
I would have just bought one for myself, but I had a feeling that the fierce-looking guy would eat it without even noticing, so I bought another one.
Savoring the sweetness of the cake lingering on his tongue, Razbeth recalled his conversation with the baker.
– Oh, you mean Aaron? He’s a rare good guy. He may be a bit grumpy, but he cares a lot about the people around him, right? That nickname of scoundrel was given to him by bad guys. Aaron can’t stand bad guys! Tsk… Those losers.
‘He was a scoundrel, then a good guy… Who’s right?’
The more I investigated, the more confused I became. At first glance, he was just a guy who enjoyed wielding his power, but he was a strange scoundrel who took advantage of the weak…
‘A red-class figure.’
I had no idea what that gap was.
On the way home.
The street was dark after the sun had set.
Razbeth grabbed the doorknob and poked him twice to the left and five times to the right with his thumb.
Then the door opened slowly.
The house was dark, as if that fool hadn’t come yet. Not even the moonlight could reach it, so the house was pitch black, and it felt like the mouth of the devil.
‘It’s sentimental.’
Razbeth entered, one corner of his mouth raised.
The moment when you put the bread on the table in the dark and reach out to find the candle.
I felt a subtle difference from when I left the house.
‘It’s cold.’
Anyone else might have chalked it up to a feeling, but Razbet trusted his instincts.
‘But the spell on the door was fine?’
Thinking about the family in his head and erasing them, Razbeth pretended to be indifferent and put his hands in his bosom as if shaking off the sweat on his chest.
There were two weapons in hidden pockets on either side of his chest.
It’s okay to use, but the effect is mediocre, and it’s a weapon that shouldn’t be taken out, but the effect is certain.
In the meantime, Razbet paused for a moment.
“It’s a coincidence that we meet again.”
A thick voice I had heard somewhere filled the house.
A voice like the growling of a beast that is still half-asleep.
‘It’s my house, what a coincidence…’
Razbeth’s hand, which had been pondering, moved to his left chest.
It was a weapon that was definitely effective, but it shouldn’t be taken out.
My hands were slippery, either because I was already sweating or because I was extremely nervous and sweaty.
“It looks nice, but I recommend not taking it out.”
It was a languid voice, but it was clearly a threat.
Razbeth bit his lip and wiggled his fingers around his weapon.
‘Showing your embarrassment is like showing the back of your neck. Calm down, Razbeth.’
Razbeth whispered to himself and forced the corners of his lips to lift up, giving off a relaxed look.
And then I slowly turned my head towards where the voice came from.
A man was seen sitting in the moonlight streaming in from somewhere.
It was where Razbet had been sitting until just now.
In front of the man, the paper was scattered in a different way than before.
The scars on her face were cool and shadowed by the moonlight. The figure pointed to by the numerous scattered pieces of paper was sitting there, looking at her.
The shadows around his eyes made them look like a bottomless pit, exquisitely hidden in the darkness.
‘···That’s a mistake.’
It was an obvious mistake. I trusted the anti-theft spell on the doorknob too much. If the opponent was a red-level player, I should have expected that there would be a way to destroy him.
‘No, I didn’t expect them to make the first move.’
It was clear that he had let his guard down, swept away by the comfort of the outskirts and by some sloppy guy.
“No matter how handsome I am, you’re tailing me and even investigating me like this… I can’t believe I’m already this into you. I’m really embarrassed.”
A man holding a wad of paper in one hand waved it gently like a fan and growled.
The paper that had slipped out of the man’s hand floated into the air and slowly sank. The man’s eyes, visible through the gap, were still looking at her, and she swallowed.
The fallen paper was covered in her writing.
Because I wrote in a hurry, papers with unencrypted text were scattered on the floor.
‘That little punk got caught following me?’
“I’m the type that falls in love at first sight.”
Razbeth desperately raised the corners of his lips to hide his embarrassment and moved the hand he had placed on his left chest slightly.
His clothes were disheveled and his bare skin was exposed, but he had no mind to worry about such trivial things.
“You’re proactive.”
“Do you like it?”
The man muttered jokingly, and Razbeth responded by pulling down his clothes.
The clothes fell to the side, making it easier to draw the weapon. Razbeth put his finger on the weapon, pretending to grab the clothes.
The man raised the corners of his mouth, but the smile seemed closer to mockery than lust.
Razbeth was confused as to whether the laughter was directed at her chest or at the weapon she was about to pull out. She hoped it was the former, since it had a higher chance of survival.
“I have a prior engagement, so I’ll keep it brief.”
The man took out one of the wads of paper and held it up for Razbeth to see.
It said, ‘Red Rank Request. Who?’
“I’ll tell you who the client is. Use my wanted poster as bait to bring the client to Karzan City. Then I’ll give you half the amount of the commission.”
It was an unexpected suggestion. At that, Razbeth opened his eyes wide, forgetting to control his expression.
“Are you serious?”
“I think you can tell I’m sincere enough by the fact that I haven’t cut off your neck yet.”
Razbeth couldn’t tell whether the man was joking or serious. One corner of the man’s mouth was up, but it also looked like it was down because of the wound at the corner.
With those words, the man stood up as if his business was over.
“Oh, and this is a reward for the heart.”
The man threw a piece of paper into the air.
Razbeth held out his hand and took the paper.
The paper had the list of ‘People who can make red-level requests’ written on it that Razbeth had written down earlier.
All of those targets had small red circles drawn around them, as if they were all correct.
And there was one particularly large, thick circle, with the words ‘Nobles of Marquis and above, Large Mercenary Unit,’ written on it.
‘Why two at the same time?’
Razbeth, who had been pondering for a moment, soon began to tremble as if he had been struck by lightning.
There was only one person on the continent who had both of those things in common.
A startled Razbeth went to where he had disappeared, only to find a very large hole there.
There was a hole just the right size for a man to pass through.
‘···?’
Razbeth stood in front of the paper, staring blankly into the hole.
It was only after making eye contact with a woman passing by that he came to his senses.
‘At this point, they could have just torn down the door, but why bother with the wall? Is this a warning? They could come at any time?’
Even if there was an anti-theft spell on the door, it couldn’t be stronger than that thick wall.
Razbeth collected his thoughts as the night breeze came in through the hole for an unknown reason.
‘I can’t just sit still like this.’
Razbeth reconsidered his plans in the cool night air.
Anyway, the giant ball started rolling and I had to keep kicking my feet to avoid getting crushed by it.
***
Of all the people looking for me, he was the only one who would put in a request to the White Leaf Guild.
‘···I made a promise for nothing.’
He scratched his head and stared straight ahead.
‘By the way, the knight is the first to apply for sparring.’
In front, Ben was staring at me in the moonlight.
Ben, whom I met while on patrol, asked me to spar with him, saying that he would be returning to Vault Castle soon and that he wanted to mix swords before he went.
Since I was curious about his skills, I quickly accepted.
I wondered how many times I would see a baby that wasn’t human and would just fall over.
“Then please take care of it.”
Ben said, bowing his head slightly.
‘Un-knightly… No, who is more knightly than anyone else?’
He drew his sword, thinking that he was an odd fellow, not suited for the Middle Ages.
“I won’t use Auror.”
Ben said with a confident voice as he aimed the pointed tip of his sword at me.
‘This kind of arrogance is truly knightly.’
At that, I smiled slightly and readjusted my grip on my sword.
Ben crouched down, stepping out with his right foot and grabbing his waist with his left hand.
There, the right arm was not fully extended, but was slightly extended at an angle, blurring the sense of distance.
It was a textbook example of a great attitude.
However, it was meaningless because I had figured out the guy’s distance the moment I first met him.
The guy’s distance was about a fist’s length longer than mine.
The tip of his sword was aimed at me.
But I focused on his left foot, not the tip of his sword.
“You come first.”
He did not refuse Ben’s knightly consideration.
I rolled my feet slightly and kicked the ground with my right foot.
Since he said he didn’t use auras, the only places he could hurt me with a sharp sword were my neck or the seam of my breastplate.
I forced the guy to aim by raising my sword diagonally upward and covering his neck with my left shoulder blade.
The moment I entered the guy’s street.
Ben’s left foot rubbed the ground, crumpling the mud.
It was a signal that the men with sharp swords showed before they stabbed.
Ben leaned forward, planting his left foot, and stretched out his right arm. For a moment, the thrust was so fast that it felt like the skewer sword had grown longer.
Unfortunately, the target he was aiming for was the place I had chosen.
‘The seam of the breastplate.’
Since it was so painful that I got stabbed there, I took a step closer and swung my sword diagonally.
The guy must have been taken aback by my counterattack that ignored his defense, because he twisted his right hand that had been poking at my seam and tried to block my sword with the hilt on his hilt.
The tip of the skewered sword of the guy who was wronged scraped against my breastplate, sending sparks flying and making a metallic scraping sound.
‘It must have stung a lot if you got stabbed.’
Soon, the guy’s hilt and my sword clashed.
Teeing-. With a cheerful clanking sound, the guy’s sword rolled around on the floor, while my sword was aimed at the guy’s neck.
It was a miserable match that ended in just one move.
‘How complacent.’
The reason for the defeat of this guy who had excellent posture and fundamentals was obvious: complacency, thinking it was a duel.
There was no way that a guy with such complacency, who filled his head with thoughts of killing his opponent once he picked up a sword, could become my opponent.
The question was whether the knight would accept such a pointless defeat. If he didn’t, then we just had to deal with him until he did.
I just realized it with one move.
‘If the knight doesn’t come, I will win.’
Those knights, who had grown lazy and were armed with sharp weapons that could pierce through anything called Aura, were no match for me.
A knight who was drunk, a knight who died with his neck broken, and even Ben, who was better, if it was like this…
‘The Imperial Knights are more rotten than I thought.’
Of course, there was an assumption that there were no auras.
“Wow – you’re really amazing.”
Ben raised both hands in small admiration.
“I lost.”
This time, I was taken aback by the sight of him surrendering so cleanly.
‘No matter what, he’s a knight.’
I thought you’d at least throw a tantrum.
“I thought you would step back when I stabbed you with my sword. But you took a step closer and swung your sword. As if you didn’t care if you got stabbed…”
The guy picked up the fallen sword, muttering to himself as if he was reminiscing. His right wrist was swollen.
“I was too complacent because of the duels between knights. In duels with knights, the match was always decided when I stabbed and the opponent retreated. If I used Aura, the match was decided by lightly crossing our swords.”
The man who had put his sword back in its scabbard extended his left hand and asked for a handshake.
“Thanks to you, I realized something I had forgotten due to complacency.”
The guy’s face was filled with a relieved smile that didn’t suit a loser.
‘He’s a strange guy.’
I looked down at that hand for a moment and then grabbed it.
By splitting the sword, you can get to know your opponent’s disposition to some extent.
Sometimes, the sword fight that risked one’s life was more truthful than a hundred words.
Ben’s sword belonged to a very honest knight.
It was a swordsmanship that suited the guy’s upright personality, but because of that, it was not threatening.
That honesty was a very tasty prey to me, who fought by throwing sand and spitting from my mouth when I was wrong.
“But next time it will be different.”
The guy’s next words were so clichéd that I couldn’t help but laugh.
“···I am serious.”
Ben coughed in embarrassment at that.
“Yeah, I’m looking forward to it.”
If the guy had used Aura, the outcome might have been different, but that assumption was meaningless.
The guy’s sparkling eyes made me anticipate what would happen next. Usually, guys with sparkling eyes either die young or become great killers.
“But are you from the battlefield? The knight from the Western Front of the Empire I met in the capital before had a sword as venomous as yours…”
The corners of my mouth hardened at Ben’s next words.
***
“Good morning, Captain.”
A Berman guy who looked a bit cheerful greeted me.
“What, that makes me feel bad.”
“Huh? Oh, Captain. It’s nothing.”
“What is it?”
“I just had a woman talk to me this morning, and we had a few words and I felt good because we got along so well.”
I felt sorry for him for liking the simple fact that he was talking to a girl.
“Why are you looking at me like that? It makes me feel bad.”
“No, so a girl? Pretty?”
“Yes. She was a great beauty. Like Hannah or Nova.”
I don’t know why their names are mentioned there, but Berman looked at me with serious eyes and declared.
“Then be careful. He might be a scammer.”
I said, dusting off the dirt from my leather boots.
“···yes?”
Berman asked with wide eyes.
“You’re pretty, but you’re ugly. If such a pretty girl approached you, there must be a reason.”
Hardened mud fell from his leather boots.
“···That’s not something you should hear from the leader.”
“Are you upset?”
“I didn’t get upset. And we just chatted for a bit. It wasn’t anything special.”
“So how many children do you plan on having?”
“About five would be appropriate… Ah! That’s not it!”
“You’re already planning to have children. You’re done.”
“That’s not it! No, why are you laughing!”
I chuckled at Berman’s shouting.
“···And the leader is ugly too.”
“what?!”
As the guy continued to speak unacceptably, I grabbed Berman’s head and spun it around for the first time in a long while.
“Ahhhhh! Captain! Aahhhh! Head!!”
Berman grabbed my head and screamed.
After a while, I let him go and secretly brushed away the hair that was all over my hands.
***
Gillian woke up a little earlier than usual.
There were two large loaves of bread on the table. It seemed that Razbet had prepared them.
‘You’re not cheap, but you’re also kind. Are you interested in me?’
Gillian sat at the table, holding a piece of bread in each hand and taking a bite of each, alternating between the two.
‘As they say, bread tastes best when you eat two pieces at the same time.’
Gillian, who ‘ate two pieces of bread for breakfast’, soon left the house feeling satisfied, patting her stomach with a sense of fullness.
“Let’s do our best today too! Let’s uncover the truth behind the mastermind!”
Gillian nodded, shouting vigorously.
With his mind in a state of confusion, Razbeth woke up a little later than usual.
Even though it was before sunrise, time was a bit tight to put the plan into action.
‘Sweet. You have to eat sweet things.’
Razbeth went to the table to clear his heavy head. But there was no bread on the table, only bread crumbs.
Then, Razbet’s accident, which had been going on since yesterday, stopped for a moment.
Soon Gillian, who ‘eats two loaves of bread in the morning’, realized that she had eaten both loaves of bread.
“Are you really crazy?”
Razbeth slammed his fist on the table and chewed his lip nervously.
Then suddenly I remembered the reason for Gillian’s demotion.
– Oh, that guy? He worked on a mission with the branch manager’s daughter, but he got demoted because he had such a bad reputation for doing something?
