That night, Falan and the newly acquainted Mikael stayed awake, keeping watch over the Imperial Arms.
Of course, they did get some rest, but in order to protect the Imperial Arms, they both remained on high alert.
It was like light sleep—at the slightest disturbance, they could react immediately.
That was how it appeared on the surface, but secretly, Falan was working harder to immerse himself in every aspect of his role.
After all, although he had performed quite successfully using Isaac's diary,
he ultimately was not the real person. A day or two would be fine, but over time, he might truly reveal some flaws.
What Falan was most grateful for was that he had encountered the incident involving Champ as soon as he arrived in this world.
If he returned and someone noticed something unusual, he could blame it on the incident affecting his state of mind and causing him to change.
Chirp, chirp, chirp—the birds of morning had already risen to look for worms.
Awakened by that quiet yet especially noticeable sound in this place,
Falan quickly rose from a corner of the room.
"Mikael, get up. You didn't actually fall asleep, did you?"
"Mm, of course not. Are we escorting the Imperial Arms back now?"
"More or less. First, we'll find the city lord and arrange for troops to escort it."
"Wasn't that already settled yesterday?"
"The city defense forces belong to the Security Department, while we belong to the Justice Department. They're different departments."
Falan could not help sighing. This partner of his did not seem very reliable. Isaac had mentioned that in his diary.
In theory, this should have been common knowledge for someone in the Justice Department. No, perhaps it could even be considered common knowledge for anyone in the Empire.
"Hehe, I