On Commercial Street at the Artisan Academy.
Stubble Captain led his crew along the edge of the street, asking in a low voice:
"They weren't paying attention to us, were they?"
"Let me check..." The man with the mohawk turned his head to look around.
"Idiot, use your peripheral vision! Don't draw attention!"
The mohawked man ducked his head and said sheepishly:
"S-sorry, Captain, I forgot again... I keep feeling like my brain hasn't been working right since we met that lord..."
"Shut up, idiot! How dare you bring that up in public!"
Stubble Captain almost snarled under his breath.
"Captain, no one's paying attention to us. Those people only have eyes for the Gacha Tower," a woman in the group interjected calmly.
"Good." Stubble Captain breathed a sigh of relief, then glared at the mohawked man.
"It's all because you couldn't keep your lust in check. We took a huge loss this morning. You'd better watch yourself now and stop causing trouble for me!"
"Y-yes... But that girl, Captain, didn't you find her strange? Could she belong to some organization, have discovered something, and come to probe us?" the mohawked man asked cautiously.
"That's why I let you go provoke her. I just didn't expect her to be so strong!" Stubble Captain said quietly.
"We have to report this as soon as possible!"
"If only we weren't forbidden from killing..." The mohawked man was still muttering, and the woman beside him could stand it no longer.
"Idiot, the ritual has already begun. Wouldn't killing someone now just expose our identities for nothing? Your brain really is broken!"
"Enough, stop arguing. Watch your surroundings. We're getting ready to 'enter'!"
After speaking, Stubble Captain muttered, "Why is it foggy today?" Then he took a small cross from his pocket and led