"Yes, sir."
Sifa took off his inexpensive top hat, made from cheap materials with poor workmanship, held it against his chest, and bowed slightly.
His expression, his movements, and his clothes all suited his role as the bodyguard of the mayor's secretary.
As a result, the soldiers nearby merely glanced at him before turning their attention away and whispering among themselves.
Sifa took the opportunity to survey his surroundings. They were now at the entrance to the base. Although Linsk, the mayor's secretary, provided cover for his identity and had told him he could walk around freely, he clearly could not venture too far into the base.
The mayor's secretary did not wield that much influence.
As for the surroundings...
Sifa saw a row of stables, with a small grove beside them and an open area stacked with timber farther away.
After waiting for five minutes, he put on a smile and approached the soldiers. "Sorry, sir. I've been in the carriage ever since leaving town this morning. What I mean is, is there a washroom nearby?"
The soldiers smiled and kindly gave Sifa directions to the nearby washroom.
A short while later, Sifa arrived at a communal washroom.
He occupied one of the stalls, gently patted his clothes, and said, "You can get started. Just follow what we agreed on earlier. Once you've found a suitable target, we'll meet in the grove behind the stables."
The coat on Sifa's body began to "writhe." Like a mass of thick, black liquid, it "flowed" down his body to the ground, turned into a black carpet, and slipped out through a gap in the washroom wall.
It was Kardashian, who had disguised herself as clothing and entered the base with him. Just as she had said, Flesh Magic allowed her to transform