Miss Taina Morne had to admit that she was completely convinced. Still, she said helplessly, "I just have a feeling you're going to get into serious trouble. This is Nephi. Even the directors of Furnace Fort Industrial have to sit in the second tier when they meet here. Those mercenaries and security guards who kill without batting an eye become more gentle and courteous than Red Terra's Bugman farmers the moment they arrive in Nephi."
"Uncle Guimo isn't some hotheaded rookie who's never seen a battle, so of course he can keep smiling. Besides, we're going on strike, not carrying out a terrorist attack. If things go south, it'll be easy enough to pull out."
Yaxiu Stein also offered a suggestion. "What if the countess is over there with the Skeleton Squadron? Uncle, if we really want to make a big scene, why not have him help us kidnap the Grand Marshal? We can tell him exactly what we think to his face."
"How did you ever get your adventurer's license?" the reporter asked with exasperation. "And didn't we just say the Grand Marshal isn't an emperor? What good would kidnapping him do?"
"Because I passed the adventurer training camp on my own merits. I'm still a law-abiding citizen, after all. I have no criminal record—at least, not in this country."
Mr. Guimo gave the young, eccentric adventurer a meaningful look. "If I didn't know you had no ill intentions, kid, and that you're just a bit too streetwise, I'd think you were trying to get us all killed. But I understand what you mean. You're advising me not to put my hopes in the hands of powerful people, right?"
Yaxiu considered this for a moment. "...Uncle, it's clear you already know me pretty well. People like me, who grew