As I walked quickly, I took out a map of the capital from my coat and drew Director Pelgrant’s movements from today on top of it.

"What’s that scribble?" The vice-captain asked. My will to ignore the noisy burden following me was reaching its limit.

"It's a map of the capital."

I looked at the burden as if saying, ‘you didn’t even know that?’ Yet, the burden laughed at me with a "poot" sound.

"That's a map? Even a child can draw better than that."

How dare you spit out such ludicrous words? This map was meticulously copied from the one bought at the Big Mama Information Agency. What, could it be that you had two lives?

Despite the map’s appearance, I proudly thought that I was better than my Uncle Bloody, the man known as the village’s best artist. How dare you injure my pride? This was especially valid when considering that you're only a burden.

"Poot, are you mad? Still, that’s too far. A map should at least look like this." After saying this, the burden took out a piece of paper from his bosom.

Although I was angry, just one glance told me that it was a much more sophisticated map than the one I drew. It was still lacking compared to the map I bought at the Granwell branch of the Big Mama Information Agency, but with its detailed side roads, it was a map for military use.

I snatched the map from the burden’s hand with a quick...