The Polish Restoration Army's March

Franz could tell that the little girl in front of him was letting her imagination run wild, but there was one thing he was still curious about.

"You heard crying?"

It wasn't unusual for a noble's manor to have a dungeon, especially for powerful families who were practically kings in their own domains.

But although Franz had dealt with quite a few nobles along the way, he hadn't come across anything like a dungeon.

If they found some medieval remnant like a dungeon at Wichli Jasiński's manor and rescued a few people from it,

the propaganda value would be tremendous. Polish nobles, especially those connected to Jasiński, would never be able to hold their heads high again. They could always stage something themselves, but that would be a poor substitute.

"It was very faint... like sobbing, coming and going, and there was a lot of it. Every so often, there was chewing, too."

"You're making it sound really creepy. It's like a bunch of ghouls live there."

Franz remarked, and his words instantly made Lakshmi Bai shrink her neck. She asked timidly,

"Are there really werewolves in this world?"

The little girl had clearly been reminded of the scenes in the scary stories she'd heard.

"If you're that scared, you shouldn't keep demanding scary stories all the time. What if you wet the bed tonight?"

Lakshmi Bai was obviously terrified. She didn't notice Franz teasing her and stubbornly asked, her voice on the verge of tears,

"Are there werewolves or not!?"

Her train of thought had gone a little far afield for Franz, so he simply answered,

"No. They're just a trick to fool children."

Franz came from an atheist country in the East of the future, so stories about werewolves left him completely unmoved. In the West, though, the