The number of beasties I've killed. I remember their names. I looked up the way they lived later.
Because I know that if someone comes to kill me for revenge, I will face them.
My hands are already dirty.
--Instead, what I got was a position in the kingdom of Migga.
I've been ordered to work to conquer the rebels with the drunken idea that it would be fun to let the same beastmen do something about the rebels.
--I try not to kill as many people as possible, but if I don't get results, I'm out. But if I don't produce results, I will be removed.
Rather than leave the defeat of the rebels to those who don't think of beastmen as people, I must act to change the situation so that it will be easier for beastmen to live with my own hands.
But I cannot meet or contact the prince directly. There are really only a few things I can do through the dragon tribe.
If I can successfully create a diversion - then my wishes will surely be fulfilled.
If I don't believe that, I can't move. If I stop, my heart will break.
I haven't seen my family. Maybe they are dead somewhere. I might be in a bad situation somewhere. My heart aches when I think of that. The thought of it makes me try to act as if I am in a hurry to live. Impatience leads to failure. --I know this deep down, but I still want to make my wish come true as soon as possible.
I don't know when my plan will be revealed to the other party. If the Migga Kingdom finds out, I will die and the beastmen will suffer greatly.
That's why I'm doing what I'm doing.
I haven't told anyone how I feel. There are no beastmen like me. I am the only one who is in it. I just happened to be liked by that young lady, and I got this opportunity.
The only people who are my friends, or rather like-minded people, are that prince and the others.
There is no one nearby that I can trust.
This situation is discouraging. It makes me want to stop.
No matter how many enemies are around us, no matter how many people we can trust, there is still something we want to accomplish.
I don't know what will happen to me after the current situation in which I'm living with so much care ends. I may lose motivation, as if I had run out of steam. I'll put that aside for the time being. I can think of many bad things. Instead of thinking about them, it is better to act to get what we want.
--I was working to gather information on the rebels on my own.
Gathering information alone. This kind of information gathering is only possible because I am listening to the orders of the Migga Kingdom and suppressing the rebel army.
However, I would not really be able to act alone. I have the sense that someone is following me from behind. No matter how much I act for my country, it is only natural that I should be vigilant because I am a beastman. And even if I were to be alone to gather information, it would be to a limited extent.
I may have earned their trust, but I am still only a beastman to them.
Still, because I am a beast, there is no small amount of information I can gather.
I sharpen my five senses and listen to what is being said around me.
Any information, no matter how trivial, could lead to the movement of the rebel army.
Among them is the fact that royalty is dying one after another, or that the rebels are rumored to have a terrifying demonic presence, or the next rebel movement.
There is a lot of information, false or true, coming in.
From this information, we think about how the rebels will move.
--I think about it, and then I try to confuse the insurgents so that they can move more easily.
That's what I'm trying to do.
I don't have that much freedom. If I had more freedom, it would be easier to gather information, but that is not an option.
From the information I gathered, I could somewhat guess what the rebels were doing.
That prince would move without giving up, trying to fulfill his objective at any cost. What would such a prince do?
When I think about it, I know.
In the Kingdom of Migga, that prince has a low reputation. When he goes missing, people assume he is dead. They don't expect much from him at all, and they don't care whether he is there or not.
They probably have no idea that such a prince is in rebellion.
That is why they will take advantage of the situation. They have no idea that the rebels will win the Migga Kingdom. I have to do it while they are that careless.
That's why I told the country false information in order to throw the Migga Kingdom into chaos.
The kingdom nodded at first to the reasonable argument that I, a beastman, told them.
--I don't know if they really believed it. But perhaps I was able to induce the rebels to move more easily.
Some time later, an operation was carried out based on my information.
But the operation was largely unsuccessful. The insurgents were not dealt a blow. I was blamed a lot for that, but I apologized in a sincere manner. I was still glad that we did not defeat the insurgents, even though they sometimes turned violent when the young lady was not around.
Then again, I gave the insurgents information that would make it easier for them to move, information that would make them less suspicious, information that would make them say, "That's the way it's supposed to be.
There were not a lot of operations built on my information. But I am sure that the insurgency grew in strength in those operations.
And ......, in the process, the royalty became dead or alive.
--cats create confusion.
(The cat told plausible stories based on the information it learned, and little by little, the royal army stopped in its tracks. And so the little lies piled up, and in the process the royalty of the kingdom dwindled in number.)