My Glasses Will Be Able to Conquer the Whole World, I Suppose.

- Can't you?

Though low, the Hentai thief, who dropped me off the roof of the building and ran away in his place, has already disappeared.

Can't you track him down?

"Hey, surround! But don't touch me!

It seems impossible to chase me from now on, even without the men that surround me sloppily.

Then there are two choices you can take from here.

I. Run away.

II. Gather the information and then escape.

Running is no different, but I want to choose carefully at which time.

I just broke through this situation, and that way, for sure, I'll be recognized as the killer.

I don't care if you haven't found out who you are.

- It's just that, right? Don't let that hentai get you.

I want to continue my investigation at night.

Because I haven't been able to grasp this country yet.

It's not like you won't run into that hentai again later.

Or if you have prepared all that carefully hentai clothing, you should use it more than once for work. Or I should have.

If you're moving at the same time as me, I'm sure you'll see it again.

Besides, I taught that hentai something important.

I want to thank you for that.

It's a wooden knife.

Shoes, belts, trousers.

It's a wooden jock. It's a liquor bottle.

Anyway, the things I take are bodies, like for now, men who bring something that seems to be usable for weapons.

The feeling I saw is interesting, but the hostile emotions and swordswallowing air are real.

It was filled with a dangerous atmosphere to slap me.

I... put my hands up.

"Me... I'm not the killer. I don't mind if you take me there and find out what it is."

If I think about the future, this would still be the best.

Obey for a while and gather information.

See what Hentai stole.

- The next time I see you, I need to thank you.

- Stay.

He tied his arms and legs with his belt, put a bag on his head and carried him somewhere - if he wanted to take the bag, he'd just been dropped.

Gachan, and I heard a slightly heavy metal noise.

"Stay there!

When the man who could have taken charge of me told him to throw up, he left.

........................ hmm.

You were more unquestionable than I thought.

I'm still tied behind my back, and my legs are tied, but I can't take action.

I'll manage to turn around and see what's going on around me.

This is probably a dungeon.

Though I didn't see anything, I really felt like I was going down the stairs, so I guess.

In a sturdy cage of stone piles, the moonlight is plugged in through a small window near the ceiling in one corner.

That's about the light.

Well, I still see it because I have "glasses."

Still, a window in that position?

It's a fairly small creation so that whoever gets inside can't escape. That's a size I can't even get through.

Is it like 80% of it is buried on the ground? Wouldn't it accumulate rain or something?

If you look at the metal noise just now, it is an indicative iron lattice.

Is this the cage of rumors?

You're prettier than I thought.

It's not surprisingly dusty, it's not like something I'm not sure about is dropping, and it doesn't smell particularly bad.

It just seems a little cold yesterday after the summer, which is surprisingly well cleaned.

…………

You were snug and really unquestioned.

I was wondering if you would listen a little if you insisted on being irresistible, which was totally true.

You didn't give me more information than I thought.

I just tied him up and pushed him into the dungeon, with no slapping him first, no bareback to explore my body and look for something. I didn't even try to remove the "mask-shaped glasses".

This is probably...

"... are you here"

Fast-paced, approaching footsteps, multiple.

I crawl and move all the way to the wall, under the moonlight - of, sort of standby beside. It's an uninspiring position.

Well, who's coming?

"- It's you! The scum that snuck into my store!

A man dressed like a nobleman, dressed in quite fine clothes, yelled at me when he saw me.

The two armed men who refrain behind a noble man, I guess, are escorts.... Oh, you're strong. That one. If it's just one thing, can't you beat me if it's both?

I don't know for sure, but is it still what I expected?

The men who caught me thought it was the "victim's intentions" that didn't do my investigation.

And the fact that you can give such an order would mean that you have a lot of power in this country.

... so it is this man who has come.

He's dressed like a nobleman in fine clothes, but the common sense is amazing. I don't know how to judge you.

"I don't know what they stole, but it's not me. I don't have anything right now."

"Dress like an idiot on that asshole's mask! The sightings are correct!

Mask.

"Mask-shaped glasses" covering the entire head and a white mask with open eyes and mouth.

Dressed.

A pitch-black dress full of frills and a white cape on the perfect leather snail.

... Yeah, no... sure, if you just say that kind of trait, it'll be common with that hentai.

"You have different colors. The color."

When I pointed out the decisive difference, a sharp return blade flew in.

"It's night! Can you tell the color properly!

Ah, surprisingly correct.

It just sounds like the wind I'm excusing.

"Mostly, how many dangerous guys are going to freak out late at night in such a silly round outfit! You're not decent! Don't make an excuse for an insane asshole to even sound decent! You scumbag!"

…………

Oh, hey... I don't even make a guru noise...

There's a situation here, too.

"Shut up! Get out what you stole! Now, just sell it to the whorehouse after half a kill, and I'll forgive you, so get it out!

Oh, you're already willing to kill half of it.

That's a lawless country, talking fast or something.

"Okay. I'm not going to ask you who you are, and I'm not going to see who's behind it.

But we're in a lot of trouble without that.

I'm dying here too. I won't kill you until I take it back, and I won't forgive you for trying to die. I'll give you a taste of hell. "

Wow, I'm scared. Are you going to torture me too?

"Did they steal something that important?

"I guess I stole it because I knew it was important! Otherwise, I'll just steal it!

That's all, huh?

"What are you talking about?

"Shut up! Hey, peel his clothes off and find out!

An aristocratic man gave such instructions to the escort.

- Apparently, that's all we can gather information on.

- I'm gonna say it again.

I pull my hands and legs out of the belt I'm tying and get up normally.

"Hey, what... hey! The key! Hurry!

I'm supposed to be restraining you, but the belt you're restraining is already just rolling powerless on the cobblestone.

I guess you thought you could get away.

Reasonably speaking, there is no escape.

I'd rather open the cage than open the exit.

But that decision is correct.

What's more, it's already too late.

The aristocratic man rushes the guard with the key and tries to open the iron lattice.

"I'm not the killer. I didn't steal anything. So I'm going home."

Gachan

The moment the key opened and the guard opened the iron lattice, I emitted "masked glasses" hard.

"My glasses" shine.

It is optional to make it glow, and it has been confirmed that there will be a light that is quite strong.

The aristocratic man and the two escorts, whose eyes were used to the darkness, seemed dazzled, looking directly at the light, of course.

I needed this moment.

In this gap that no one has seen, I set up "fogging" and jumped into the windows plugging in the moonlight - turning my body into "fog" and escaping out.

"- I'm home, all right?"

And like nothing happened, I came back to the mansion in Whorehouse Street.

"You were late."

Oh, Dinawood was ambushing me.

"Really? It's still dark though."

The morning hasn't come yet. Pretty soon, I think.

"Hung... get back to your room quickly - wait. The clothes are unusually dirty. What happened?"

Yeah, because you fell to the ground or were thrown into a cage.

"I fell off the roof"

They dropped it, to be exact.

"You...... okay. Take it off. I'll wash it."

Oh, I'm sorry. I'll take care of you.

- It's tomorrow to think about that hentai.