“Fascinating,” Mazdari said as he looked at the gunports in the rampart of the Moving Castle. “Even though it’s moving, I can’t feel any shaking up here. The legs attached to this castle are much more cleverly crafted than we think.”

Vasen Lak Orazen asked, “Clever? Isn’t it just magic?”

“Hm, I’m not sure…”

The concept that Mazdari was talking about was the gyroscope, which could sense tilting in all directions, but he didn’t have the vocabulary to explain that yet, so he just decided to move on.

The two of them avoided the Rakshasas and hid in the shadows of the castle wall or crouched among the trees and bushes in the courtyard of the Moving Castle. Because both of them were relatively large in size, they weren’t exactly doing a good job at hiding, but fortunately enough, the Rakshasas were charging toward the second and third squad, who were making commotion as Vasen ordered, so the Rakshasas never properly looked in the direction of where Vasen and Mazdari hid.

“But it seems that our luck stops here.”

Once they got close to the tower where the control room was, the security set up by the Rakshasas...