"How are we supposed to clean this place?"
The three-person squad hurried over at the sound. The scene had long since been sealed off by the Royal Guards, surrounded so tightly inside and out that not even water could pass through.
They stopped in the shadows at the perimeter. Only the gleam in their eyes proved they were there, like three overlapping specters. Red was the shortest—and the leader.
"We can get in. These guards are effectively nonexistent to any one of us."
Forest Watchers assessed the situation rationally.
Indeed, whether it was a guerrilla from the forests of Kazimierz, an assassin known as a wolf hunter, or a mercenary who had worked since childhood, any of them could infiltrate without making a sound.
But there was no point.
"So, did we succeed or fail this time?"
It was hard to call it a success.
After all, Doctor Kal'tsit's orders had been to follow behind the shrine maiden and help clean up the traces she left behind. Every corpse had to be disposed of, and shattered wine bottles and broken glass had to be restored exactly as they were before.
Red did not quite understand, but she felt that she ought to be anxious right now.
So Red was anxious.
How should she apologize to Doctor Kal'tsit?
"The shrine maiden left on her own without waiting for us. Of course, that was her freedom, but..." Forest Watchers complained calmly.
Schwarz replied coolly, "Rhodes Island sent an aircraft to pick us up. Taking the mobile fortress would have drawn too much attention."
Only Red remained silent.
She was thinking that she had "most likely" failed to fulfill Doctor Kal'tsit's wishes. Before she could think any further, sweat slid down from the brim of her hood. She was terribly anxious. Failing a