Unless they’re a knight or an adventurer, no ordinary person could detect me when I’m hidden.
Especially not someone too on edge from the sudden chaos caused by the adventurers.
While the guy kept glancing nervously toward the front entrance, I slipped through the back door.
“Huh?”
He noticed the door shift and looked puzzled for a second—but then quickly turned back.
“Must be the wind. It’s strong today.”
Because he hadn’t seen a thing.
This wasn’t my first time sneaking into inns, and I knew the layout well.
I headed to the laundry area and stole a drying staff uniform.
I planned to stay hidden, but I changed clothes just in case.
Hmm. I picked one that looked about my size, but it’s a little tight.
It reminded me—Bati is definitely not cut out for this kind of stealth.
There’s no way a uniform big enough for his frame would be hanging on a clothesline.
He’d stand out way too much anywhere he went.
So yeah, this kind of job? It’s all on me.
There’s something kind of satisfying about being able to do what your lover can’t.
I used to handle things like this all the time before I turned back time, but today it feels like a different kind of achievement.
‘Nice. No one’s around.’
Seems like the ruckus has everyone distracted.
I could still hear the loud commotion outside the window.
Thud—a heavy sound struck the dirt ground.
Who was that? Vincente?
That dull impact had his signature all over it.
He did say, “When else will I get to act up in a fancy inn?”
Looks like he’s really going all out.
Well, if he’s having fun too, then all the better.
Good luck, buddy.
I scanned the area and moved quickly.
Picking up a stray cleaning tool, I made my way to the third floor where Dieter was staying.
The path up was quiet, but it wasn’t like they’d leave the suite of a VIP unguarded.
Sure enough, two armored guards stood outside one of the third-floor rooms.
They weren’t openly wearing the insignia of the Holy Knights, but I bet they were assigned to Dieter by the temple.
If they were just inn staff, they would’ve reacted more to the uproar—but these two stayed in perfect formation, focused solely on guarding the door.
It meant only one thing: protecting Dieter was their top priority.
‘Luring them away with words probably won’t work.’
So much for the plan to call for reinforcements at the entrance.
Still, that didn’t mean I was out of options.
Staying hidden, I pulled a dagger from my coat and threw it with lightning speed.
The blade, carrying a sharp edge of aura, tore through the air menacingly.
The guards were instantly on high alert.
“Who’s there?!”
As if I’d answer.
Instead of replying, I threw another dagger.
One of the guards noticed where it came from and started toward me—but just then, I gave a mental command for the first dagger to return to me.
To me, it was just retrieving my weapon.
But from the guard’s perspective, it looked like a second dagger had been thrown from another direction.
“Damn, they’re fast!”
Thinking I had moved and attacked again, the guard cursed under his breath.
He dodged the blade like a seasoned knight but turned his attention to where the returning dagger had flown.
But I was still right here.
“You stay with the young master!”
One guard barked at the other before sprinting off.
The one who remained nodded sharply and rushed to open Dieter’s door.
“Young Master!”
With the chaos outside and now a surprise attack, he probably feared something had happened inside, too.
But I wasn’t planning to hurt Dieter—he could relax.
I only had one goal from the beginning.
Before the door could close, I flicked a bundle of papers inside.
With a swift motion, the report on Count Covington’s corruption landed safely on the floor—right alongside the knight.
Got it!
Now I just had to retrieve my daggers and leave.
I ducked back into the shadows and checked on the other guard.
As expected, he was stomping around and cursing while he searched the empty corridor.
Good. I mentally commanded the dagger to return quietly.
He was too busy looking for a phantom intruder to notice its absence.
The blade slipped silently into my hand.
‘Alright, time to go.’
Bati’s probably waiting for me!
I should get praised for a job well done!
Maybe he’ll pat my head.
It feels so good when Bati runs those big, calloused hands carefully through my hair.
Even though I’m a grown adventurer, his touch is always so soft—so careful.
It makes me feel cherished.
It makes my heart flutter.
The door slammed open.
‘…Already?’
I flinched. I thought I’d have more time.
After all, the knight would want to check for threats and read the papers first, right?
But even if Dieter came out, it wasn’t a huge problem.
Not with my stealth.
Even a Hero wouldn’t be able to find me unless I wanted them to.
There’s no way I’d get caught now.
It was just… a little annoying.
I’d have to be more careful heading back.
I slipped the dagger into my coat and crouched low, suppressing all presence.
“Please come out!”
…Huh?
The gentle tone of his voice completely caught me off guard.
I could see the hem of Dieter’s long priest robes fluttering as he searched around, turning his head this way and that.
He must’ve heard from the knight that someone had attacked with daggers—that there was an intruder.
But he didn’t look scared at all.
“Please don’t hide. Let’s talk. I promise I won’t be angry!”
If anyone else had said that—any other noble—I never would’ve believed them.
I would’ve assumed they were faking it and slipped away without a sound.
But… that’s Dieter.
Dieter Zeppelin.
The noble I know better than anyone else in the world.
A kind priest who may lie to himself, but never to others.
“Lord Dieter, it’s dangerous!”
“There might be another motive. Please, go back to your room!”
It would make sense to think like those knights over there!
“Danger? No, if anything, I’m grateful. Do you know how long I’ve wanted this? After receiving such a precious gift, the least I can do is offer my thanks.”
“But we don’t even know who sent it…!”
“I do. Whoever it was must’ve been desperate enough to take a risk like this. That’s why I have to meet them. If I can help, I want to. And if not, I at least want to hear what they have to say.”
…
Dieter, you… ridiculously kind guy.
We haven’t even met face-to-face since the regression, so don’t go moving me like this!
I might actually burst into tears the moment I see you!
Seriously, what is it with every single person in the Hero’s party being so noble and good-hearted?
It makes a normal guy like me feel embarrassed.
It’s enough to make me question all over again whether I even deserve to be part of the Hero’s party.
I told myself I’d stop thinking like that and just live my best life, but still…
“I’ll help you. Let’s talk.”
Dieter said again.
Should I go out there?
I was planning to meet him anyway, right?
The only difference is that I’d thought it better to wait until he confirmed the documents I sent were real and believed in me first.
That way we could have a proper conversation.
But if Dieter already doesn’t see me as some dangerous lunatic and is willing to listen, then there’s no point in wasting time.
The only thing that worries me is the knights possibly getting in the way.
Well, Dieter can handle that.
