At the Northern Fort

On the outskirts of town, there seemed to be a lot of small houses with orange and red-tiled roofs and white walls, but I could also see elegant mansions in the centre of it.

Overall, the town gave a gorgeous and refined feel to it.

Soon after entering the town, the black-cloaked men split into two groups.

"Do it as planned."

"Alright."

After the serious-looking person spoke, the large-nosed person and the person with bags under their eyes remained seated on their horses and galloped towards a larger street where carriages could pass through.

On the other hand, the remaining three people dismounted and led their horses to a narrower side road.

Here, there were old brick apartment-like buildings lined up, blocking off the sunlight and leaving the road dimly lit.

It had a back alley feel to it, and the ambience wasn\'t great either. It was the sort of place where you wouldn\'t want to be alone at night.

The black-cloaked men did not show any timidness at such an atmosphere, and quickly advanced deeper and deeper, eventually stopping in front of a vacant house that looked like it had once been some kind of store.

Leaving their horses outside, they opened the broken door and the serious-looking person went inside.

Kugalg and I, who had been riding on the horse\'s back, were placed onto the ground by the hooded person.

"Follow me. There\'s something good inside."

The simple-minded me followed after the hooded person, excited as I wondered what the \'good thing\' was.

Kugalg wasn\'t particularly interested in what the \'good thing\' was, but since I was going he came together with me.

The serious-looking person seemed to have lit a lamp—while it was still daytime, the inside of the building was dim—illuminating the trash scattered over the ground with the light from the candle.

There were dust balls, dead leaves that appeared to have gotten inside from the broken window, small glass shards……

When I frowned, imagining how it would feel if glass stabbed into my paw pads, the three black-cloaked people also looked at the floor and spoke.

"It\'ll be dangerous like this."

"I think there was a broom somewhere inside……"

As Kugalg and I stood at the entrance, the three people started to diligently clean the floor.

It was novel seeing bad guys doing their best to clean.

Perhaps because they were accustomed to cleaning on a regular basis, the three quickly gathered all the trash that was on the floor and cleaned it up.

"Once you start cleaning, it makes you want to clean everything up."

"I feel the same, but let\'s stop at just the floor."

The meek-looking person said to the serious-looking person.

I wonder if they all have a love of cleanliness?

Incidentally, where is the \'good thing\'?

When I looked up at the hooded person with a pressing gaze, he said, "Wait a moment" and then entered a room further in the building.

I gave the inside of the room another look over while waiting for him to return.

While there was a fireplace that was covered in soot, there wasn\'t any furniture like tables or chairs, and it was otherwise empty.

I looked up at a portion of the ceiling where one of the wooden planks had come off and scratched my head with my hind leg.

Perhaps because it had gotten stuffy from being covered by a hood this whole time, the base of my ears were itchy.

But because of the hood, I couldn\'t scratch it very well.

Scratch scratch, scratch scratch. After I continued to scratch it for a while, the serious-looking person noticed and helped me take off the hood.

While he was at it, he asked, "Is it itchy?" and helped me scratch my head, but his positioning was slightly off, which made it even itchier somehow.

Escaping from his hand, I started to rub my head against the floor to make the itching go away, but I was stopped with a, "You\'ll get dirty".

Then, he took a handkerchief out of his bag and wiped my fur for me. His handkerchief didn\'t have a single wrinkle, so he seemed to be a clean freak as expected.

In comparison, the guys at the Northern Fort – with the exception of Branch Captain-san and Tina-san – didn\'t even have a single handkerchief between them, so they usually just used the sleeves of their uniforms to wipe dirt away……

Everyone seemed to think that the sleeves of their uniforms were some kind of universal cleaning cloth.

As I had such thoughts, the hooded person returned from the depths of the building with a small paper bundle in his hands.

Noticing the scent arising from that bundle, my tail quickly started to wag back and forth.

That\'s food!

"I heard rumours that the child of the spirit of snow likes sweet things."

It was probably because I was always happily eating the sweets that the King and his family gave me that such rumours started to circulate.

Apparently they prepared some sweets beforehand to make sure that we would stay here obediently.

Inside the paper bundle were several round biscuits.

I bit onto the biscuit that was presented to me with a crunch, but it was fairly large, so I couldn\'t fit it all in my mouth with a single bite.

As a result, bits and pieces of the biscuit fell onto the ground in large chunks. Every time I ate another piece, the floor that they had taken great pains to clean got dirtier and dirtier from the crumbs that were scattering about.

When I slowly looked up at the three clean freaks with upturned eyes-

"Why did you choose such large biscuits? Biscuits and cookies that you can\'t eat with a single bite are our enemies."

"My bad."

-such an exchange was made.

Kugalg didn\'t eat any biscuits, so in the end all the biscuits ended up in my stomach as I continued to leave crumbs all over the floor.

Meanwhile, the three black-cloaked men disappeared into one of the inner rooms after confirming that I was preoccupied with the biscuits. It was around the time that I had finished eating that they returned.

However, when they returned, their outfits had changed.

It seems that they had changed in the inner rooms, as they transformed from suspicious black-cloaked men to splendid knights.

Although their knight\'s uniform had the same design as the One-Eyed Knight\'s and everyone else\'s, the colour was different. It was white instead of a deep navy blue. Now that I think of it, Commander-san\'s uniform was also white.

The three of them had an atmosphere that greatly resembled that of the Royal Guards that were in the castle.

They weren\'t nearly as sparkly, but they had a sort of clean feel to them. Maybe it was because their uniforms were worn properly.

I\'ve also been thinking this since they were wearing those black cloaks, but compared to everyone at the Northern Fort, these three were definitely on the slender side.

They also weren\'t very tall, and the meek-looking man actually had a pretty small build.

"He\'s arrived."

The serious-looking person brushed off my chest fur that was sticking out from the sheep costume and said.

It was because there was a mountain of biscuit crumbs stuck on it.

"Any time now."

"Yeah."

The meek-looking person and the hooded person exchanged such words as they looked at the door.

It when I was also lured in by their gazes and turned around that-

"Here it is!"

I heard a voice from outside, together with the noisy sound of footsteps approaching.

Eventually the door of this building was opened vigorously, and three men wearing white knight\'s uniforms entered while gasping for breath.

Two of them appeared to be the black-cloaked men who had separated from us upon entering the Capital. Though they currently didn\'t have a single suspicious bit about them and were dressed as virtuous knights, one of them had bags underneath his eyes while the other had a big nose.

And the last one to enter was a scrawny-looking man wearing round glasses with black hair that was combed down into a 7:3 hair parting ratio, with 7 on the right and 3 on the left.

He was probably in his late 30s. His glowing eyes underneath his glasses were single-lidded, and his constantly furrowed brow gave off an ill-natured atmosphere.

(So this person is Captain Sarrell-san……)