The three cavalrymen did not pursue them very far. They soon realized that this might be a diversion, and when they immediately turned back, their suspicion was confirmed.
"Damn it! They can't have gotten far. Split up and chase them. Keep in contact with whistles!"
The cavalrymen quickly mounted their horses and rode murderously off in two directions.
After the cavalrymen left, two figures slowly crawled out from beneath the carriage.
"Mr. Assath, that was a dangerously close call! If those cavalrymen had taken a careful look, we wouldn't have gotten away."
Bertrand slowly let out a breath, calming his tense nerves.
Mr. Assath also dropped heavily to the ground, wiped away his cold sweat, and said, "As it turns out, we were lucky... And these cavalrymen's intelligence simply isn't fully developed."
"Fully developed?" Bertrand froze. "What an unusual way to put it."
...I only just learned that one myself, from a certain very dignified lady.
"Let's not talk about that." Mr. Assath shook his head. "What are you planning to do now?"
Bertrand pretended not to understand. "Planning to do what?"
Mr. Assath rose and dusted the dirt from his clothes. "During the day, an energetic young man from the village said he would take me to find Sweet Flower. I was quite happy at first, but guess what happened?"
"What happened?" Bertrand asked.
"That fellow actually tried to kill me." Mr. Assath put on a stern expression. "You should understand that, under those circumstances, I could only defend myself... What a pity, though. He was so young."
"You... You killed him?" Bertrand's expression changed. He rushed forward and grabbed Mr. Assath by the collar. "How could you kill him!"
"Was I supposed to stand there and let him kill me?" Mr. Assath said expressionlessly.
"Impossible!" Bertrand roared. "You're