"Brother Zeig, we know you sold off the station master… but rest assured! Us brothers will never breathe a word!"
"Mainly because even if we did say something, it wouldn't do any good—no one on this space station could come and sanction you anyway."
"Please have mercy and spare us, alright? If that's not possible, how about we sacrifice Little Fatty to you?"
A male staff member with a rather curvaceous posture was pushed to the very front.
He locked eyes with a certain someone.
The more Zeig stared at him, the redder his face became. After a while, he couldn't help twisting his hips and heating up:
"Z-Zeig bro! Even if you sold me, you wouldn't get much money, but if you could keep me… I'll agree to anything~ you want…!"
…
Belobog.
Sunlight shone across the Administrative District plaza, making the place sparkle brilliantly.
Not far away, inside a toilet stall, a certain someone was furiously kicking at the light screen, sending a plump body flying back!
"Brother Zeig, don't… don't abandon me, mmph~"
"***(I love you)! Come any closer and I'll marry you off to Svarog! Damn it!"
After kicking the guy back with one foot, a certain someone hurriedly closed the teleport portal.
Inside the Belobog toilet stall, he finally let out a sigh of relief.
"What the hell—why would they think I sold Asta off?!"
All he did was stuff her into a burlap sack and carry her away!
At the time, Arlan was chasing behind them.
Then… then neither of them came back, and he returned to the main control cabin section alone.
Was that kind of sequence enough to brand an innocent, shy person as a bad guy?!
"Yamerō—!!"
"?"
Suddenly, a bizarre cry came from the adjacent stall.
A certain someone widened his eyes, pricked up his ears, and listened carefully.
From the next stall came heavy panting!
"No~ don't!" a man whined coquettishly.
A certain someone: "o.O?"
Zeig glanced around—yep, this was definitely the men's restroom.
Another rough, excited voice came from inside the stall:
"Heh heh heh~ Finally caught you, huh? Little beauty, you're up to no good again, aren't you~"
"No… Silvermane brother, do I look like that kind of person?"
"Oh ho~ We're that familiar already, and you're still calling me brother? Call me~ big brother!"
A certain someone: "Silvermane O.o?"
Suddenly, the other man finally exploded:
"Damn it, I can't take this anymore…! Are you sick in the head? If I've committed some sin in my life, just let the big shots come punish me! Why send over a psycho?!"
A certain someone: "S-Sampo? o.O?"
The Silvermane Guard exhaled hot breaths through his nose, his tone growing more and more agitated and excited:
"Hehe~ Little beauty! You still thinking about the Executor? He's already gone~ gone to a place you'll never find again, and no one's gonna protect you anymore!"
A certain someone tiptoed over to the front of that stall, gently tugged the door—but obviously, it was locked from the inside.
"Holy crap, is this something I should be hearing?" a certain someone muttered quietly, careful not to startle them.
"I'm warning you! Get lost right now if you know what's good for you. If I didn't still want to hang around in the city and avoid clashing with the Silvermane Guards, I'd have killed you already!" Sampo squatted and snarled.
"Oh ho~ I'm so scared~!"
The Silvermane Guard seemed even more excited. Standing outside, a certain someone could clearly see the entire stall shaking.
A certain someone: "o.O?"
"Little beauty~ If I can't have Captain Gepard, does that mean I can't have you either~?"
"Damn, you're even lusting after your own superior!" Sampo said in shock.
"Heh heh, that was before. Now~ in my heart, you're the most beautiful one, mmph~!"
"Damn it, hands off! Move them again and I swear I'll stand up even if it rips and beat the crap out of you!"
…
A certain someone silently left the area.
He stood on the Administrative District plaza with lingering fear, gaze blank.
Sampo and that mysterious Silvermane Guard's words lingered in his mind like a curse, refusing to fade.
"Are there really that many gay guys now? The world is so dangerous!" a certain someone sighed.
At that moment, a man in armor approached from the front. Spotting Zeig, he smiled and greeted:
"Executor, you're back? How have you been lately? Everyone's been missing you all!"
The newcomer was naturally Gepard.
Ever since the threats around Belobog were resolved, Gepard's burdens had lightened considerably.
Though he still organized Silvermane Guard patrols every day, it was worlds apart from the hopeless days before.
Gepard's smiles had become much brighter too.
"Gepard, you came to… uh, use the restroom?"
Zeig dazedly glanced back at the men's restroom behind him, still a bit shaken.
That was explosive!
"Oh, not really. I just wanted to wash my hands at the sink over there, haha."
Gepard walked past Zeig straight toward it, saying as he went:
"Was it Pela who invited the Executor back? I didn't expect you to come so quickly."
"Wait—!!"
A certain someone hurriedly turned around and reached out, trying to stop Gepard.
"What's wrong?"
Gepard stopped and turned back in confusion.
A certain someone widened his eyes:
"Are you seriously washing your hands today no matter what?"
"Uh, I guess so."
He raised his hands—they were pitch black:
"Look, I just came back from checking soil quality outside the city. Some places around Belobog are already starting to sprout green buds."
"Really? But I feel like you could wait a bit longer to wash."
"Why…?"
"Because your brain might suffer an unprecedented shock!"
"What? Is there some rift creature here that attacks the mind?!"
Gepard immediately furrowed his brows and hurriedly looked back toward the restroom entrance.
"No, that's not what I mean…"
"Executor, is this monster that powerful? Even your mental strength can't resist it? Then… wouldn't that be way too troublesome?!"
"No, it's not some rift creature, but it's more explosive than any rift creature—I still haven't recovered!"
"What? Where is it? In the men's restroom?"
"…You're quite the sharp one."
"Executor, what's really inside?"
"Uh, if I have to say it… it's a wanted criminal, plus a Silvermane Guard."
"Silvermane Guard?"
"Yeah, that's what the wanted criminal called him."
"What are they doing?"
"They're doing it."
"?"
"Oh, I mean—we should stay far away from them, or they might actually succeed."
"Though I don't quite get what you mean, there's a wanted criminal and a Silvermane Guard inside, right?"
Gepard took a deep breath, his gaze sharpening: "In that case, I understand! No matter what happens, I can't just stand by and do nothing!"
He gritted his teeth, launched forward with a burst, and whooshed straight inside!
A certain someone: "o.O?"
…
20 seconds later.
Gepard: "O.o?"
…