"In the first place, even if you're an assassin, there's no way you can be one of us. On the contrary, why not just be targeted for your life?
"You can plant explosives in the collar. If you're busy, you can leave it to the slave traders."
"... anyway, you mean you caught the weird chaser"
Rise, who has no idea how he's lying to Pete, has no choice but to move on with the story.
Even if we follow parallel lines all the time, we're just wasting our time.
If you're going to do that, it's actually quicker to look at it with this eye.
"Oh. All of a sudden, I'm asking if you've seen a suspicious man. It was pretty easy to catch, but if it's just the atmosphere, it's the best I've ever had."
"What the fuck...? You must be in proper custody, right?
"You bet. I didn't have a weapon, and I can't get that rope out. If you care so much, you just have to look at it with your own eyes."
"... chip. I'm busy with the queen."
The moment Rise gently tongued him and put his foot on the stairs that lead him to the basement.
The sound of something being destroyed echoed across the basement.
Rise and Pete here are not moving at all.
In other words, it is natural to consider it a work by a third person.
When they glanced at each other, they simultaneously shed an unpleasant sweat.