While we were on our way to find the second suspect, the burden reached his hand towards me and said, "Hand it over!"

"Hand what over?"

His demeanor, along with his face, gave the impression of a gangster trying to mug someone. "The badge! Hey, you ass! You were impersonating a knight! That's a felony! Do you want to eat oatmeal for the rest of your life?"

When the burden asked if I wanted to eat oatmeal, it was like asking if I wanted to eat rice with beans in my past life. It was an idiom that arose from the fact that oatmeal wasn’t eaten even in the slums but was served as the main diet in imperial prisons.

I clicked my tongue. "Tsk. Here."

The burden growled as he took the badge, "You'll pay for this when we get back."

I just snorted, "Try it. I'm going to say that you were an accomplice."

"...What?"

Looking at the bewildered burden, I gave a victorious smile. "Think about it. The captain is definitely going to believe that a weak civil servant trainee like me stole a badge from the vice-captain."

"Well, that's-"

"Even if he were to believe you, you'd be in trouble...