... live free!

"Does Mr. Helga know about this ring?

"Oh, that's..."

Mr. Helga was saying what lay ahead, saying so. Look at that. I know something. and I was looking at Mr. Helga with that in mind.

Then he looked troubled for a while, so I guess he won't tell me... and decided to ask again with that in mind.

"After all, can't you tell me?

"That's a rather dangerous story..."

That's what Mr Helga said. Is that like knowing that's dangerous? But it was the organization that tried to do something to them, and I wanted to know what they were doing at once and about the name of the organization.

"Still, can't you tell me?

"... are you sure you want to hear it?

"Yes."

"If you suck, you could be in danger to yourself, right?

"Still, I want to know"

When I said that, Mr. Helga slowly approached me with some determined look on his troubled face and began to whisper.

"... I'm talking about this ring, but it's a ring worn by something belonging to an organization. Perhaps, but I don't know for sure yet what it seems to be part of that organization."

"What organization do you say it is because of?

"... called the Rex Bandits. We don't even know how big it is, but it's called the biggest dark organization or bandit group in the Kingdom of Roland."

I wonder if I could be a really bad organization because Mr. Helga approached me and started talking with a small voice...... and I was surprised to find it was too big an organization to listen to as I thought about it. I thought it was hard to say because it's a pretty big organization. Looks like a bigger organization than I expected. But I checked again wondering if it really was.

"... is it really that big an organization?

"Oh, so much so that when I talk all over the city they say it might be erased...... So it's not a good idea to say that word in peace."

"I see..."

I thought that was why I was surprised to see the ring in reason. But I did something wrong by talking to Mr. Helga because I wanted to know without knowing that was the case... And I thought so too.

"Well, policing is our job, lady, and you don't have to worry about it."

That's what Mr. Helga has been saying to stroke my head. I came to apologize in a panic when Mr. Helga noticed that I was suddenly hardened by surprises.

"Sorry, lady, didn't you like being stroked by me?

"Yes, no, that's not... I don't think so."

I answered that hastily when Mr Helga asked me that, but I felt my face getting hot about the effects of being unfamiliar. Why do you feel so ashamed? And I thought of that, but I remembered that there wasn't anybody nearby that would do that to me in this world.

(Wasn't there anyone in this world who treated me kindly after my mother's death... But maybe you've had a normal time since you came to this city?

And that's what I thought.