"There must be a reason why a noble knight, who can reason with words, wielded a sword for question and answer. I think that's because the guy you were determined to cut is one of those very wicked people who don’t require a prior warning."

Now, I have to pull myself out of the ‘wicked people’ group.

"Oh, of course, I'm just a little lowly thief, so I think I'd have to run away immediately if I met such wicked guys."

"So?"

Good. You're still listening to my bullsh*t.

"But considering you mistook a petty thief like me for one of those wicked guys, I can infer that there was information today that the wicked people would come to the magic school."

Wait, something's wrong! How did Uncle Bloody know that those "wicked bastards" were gonna show up here?

"Keep going."

When I stopped talking for a moment and fell deep into thought, Uncle Bloody urged me to continue with a look of interest. Something felt off, but the top priority now was to run away from Uncle's grasp.

"If my reasoning is correct, the wicked ones are coming here today. But I'm...