When everyone was asleep in the box yard, I got up alone.　

　Now I have to go rescue Liran's sister.



　When I get out of the box yard, the stars are shining in the sky, but the moon is luckily hidden.

"It's been a while since I've been on my own.

　It feels like a long time. I haven't been on my own since I was left behind in that dungeon, so it's quite refreshing.



　Just as I was about to go to Chad's house, Patra comes out from the box yard.

"Papa, I'm coming with you!

"Patra, I'm not playing with you, I'm coming with you!



"I know, but you're going to help Liran's sister, aren't you?　I know, but you're going to help Liran's sister, and I'm not good with kids, so I'll help you.



"So you came out here because you're worried about me?　But it's going to be okay."

　Patra sticks one index finger in my mouth.



"You're working too hard on your own. Shannon said you should rely on others more.



　I didn't mean to work too hard on my own, but it seemed I was worrying my friends.

"I understand. Well, Patra is small and not so conspicuous, so it won't be a problem if I take her with me. But be careful on the way.

"Okay."

　Patra's reply is rather indifferent, but she is quite firm.



"Let's go, then."

　Patra climbs up on my body and carries me on her shoulders as if it were a matter of course.

　We headed straight for Chad's house under the cover of darkness.



　There were several soldiers patrolling around Chad's house. The security had not changed since we saw them during the day.



"I'll take care of it, Papa!"

　Patra says, and then, in the cover of darkness, she approaches the house and, in an instant, wraps one of the soldiers in a string and hangs him on the high wall.



　Yes, there is a possibility of being discovered in the daytime, but at night, at that height, it is unlikely to be found. And then he hangs the five soldiers around him in a flash.



"Let's go, papa!"

　And then he rode in through the front door. On the way, a ferocious white coyote, perhaps kept as a guard dog, approached with a growl. We had to put him to sleep before he made too much noise.

"Sit!"



　Patra says quietly, and the pack of white coyotes sits down, covering their tails. They are not the same creatures as the rest of us.

"Bye bye, doggies!"



　Patra said and disappeared into the yard.

　It was certainly much easier than coming alone.

"Daddy, where do we go in?"

"I'll go in the front door."



I went to the front door and tried to force it open with my sword, but Patra said, "Papa, wait a minute," and climbed on top of my head, jumped on the second floor door, and entered through the unlocked window.



　He can do anything. They say kids grow up so fast.

　I'm getting worried about him breaking in alone first. Should I wait and trust him or should I open this door first?　As soon as I thought about that, Patra unlocked the door from the inside.

"Come in!"



　Patra bowed her head and led me into the room.

Since the outside of the building was well secured, they didn't expect anyone to sneak in from the front, and the security inside seemed to be quite lax.



"Patra, that's amazing."

"Kids are so light!"

　During the day, I checked around the house and found that most of the rooms had windows.

　It is hard to believe that an illegal slave would be kept in a room with a window.



　If there were illegal slaves, they would be in the basement or hidden rooms.

　I hope they haven't already been brought out.

　When we open the front door and enter the room, it is nighttime, but there is a faint light on.



　It's completely quiet, but you proceed cautiously, because there might be people patrolling the house.

You hear the sound of your own breathing becoming louder and louder.



　I try to use my demon detection skill to see where people are, but it seems that there is a special magic on the walls.

　It seems that the walls are enchanted with a special spell to prevent people from looking in from the outside.



　From this point on, since we do not know the plans of the inside, we have no choice but to open the doors one by one and check them.

　I was about to open the door when Patra stopped my hand.



　Patra stands in front of the door and meditates. The antenna-like thing on Patra's head moves and seems to sense something.



　She shakes her head and goes to the next door, and shakes her head again.

　After repeating this several times, Patra reaches for the door. It is the entrance to the basement. Patra is too good. I'd like to know what it's called.

"I have a bad feeling about this place!"

"Patra, you don't have to come here. You don't have to come here, Patra. You can stay back in the box yard.

"No, I'll go with you. No, I'll go with you.



　She squeezes my hand tightly. It's time to go.