When the pavilion owner replied in a rather hurry, Chester took over the words without getting her hair in between.
"Really? In fact, when I count, there are seven tables. And each table has four chairs. That means up to twenty-eight people are calculated to get into this store. It's not exactly a number you can cut up on your own."
Then the pavilion master began to sweat on his face.
"... oh, no... not so many customers come to such a despicable village..."
"Then you don't need all these tables and chairs? So why are you putting it down?
The pavilion owner began to sloppily sweat more than earlier in Shester's further pursuit.
And at the same time, Balts' hips slowly began to float as they watched with a surprising look until then.
"... no, that's... what do you say..."
The pavilion lord turned aside and behaved in a palatable manner.
Then Shester woke up to peel off the body he had previously kept on the wall, and he raised his mouth angle and said away.
"So this is my last question… who the hell are these people in this kitchen?
Shester says, no, men dressed in black jumped out of the kitchen.
But even though the men arrived one after the other at the exit from one kitchen, they were blocked by Chester and Asio, who instantly drained both of them.
Then the others, led by Baltic, immediately pulled out their swords, and slaughtered them into Shester's support and Elba's protection.