"Don't do that. The organization isn't naive."
Lancel frowned. What the hell was she even saying? If anything went wrong now, everything he had been planning for would fall apart.
"Hehe~ You're really scared, Mister Lancel. Want me to set you free?"
"…Yes."
"Then be a good boy."
While Leticia had kept him detained, truthfully, she had treated him quite well.
Never before had Lancel eaten more than two proper meals a day. Never before had he been given a warm bath without being rushed, or a bed that didn't feel like a temporary place to sleep in.
Here, he had all of that. Food, rest, and space.
She even kept him company. Talked to him as if he wasn't a prisoner, as if he was just someone passing time with her. At times, she would bring out simple games, forcing him to play along, watching his reactions more than the game itself.
It was strange.
And that made it harder to understand what she actually wanted from him.
"Bark, Lancel! Bark!"
"...Just kill me."
