The Bloodline girl Agnes shook her head and said,
The middle-aged Knight couldn't help but mutter,
"But I don't see Count Castel as particularly tall either..."
Agnes gave him a blank look,
"It's a metaphor! That was a metaphor!"
The middle-aged Knight hesitated,
"So we..."
"We continue muddying the waters. If we can figure out what they're up to, great; if not, we'll look for a way to profit off this. Even if we're suspected, it doesn't matter; we can always run away!"
Agnes explained.
As she spoke, she poked the middle-aged Knight's elbow,
"Come on, stop frowning. We're finally here in North Port; let's enjoy ourselves. Besides, we have to go to the Mercenary Association tonight to handle the paperwork and incidentally post our commission."
The middle-aged Knight's eyes twitched,
"Are you really planning to sell the castle? If I may speak frankly, considering we might already be under suspicion, wouldn't posting a request in the black market draw their attention?"
