"I'm not… a pervert…"
"No one's believing this crap!"
"I was just changing my clothes!"
"Oh, so you suddenly got the urge to change your clothes in the carriage instead of your home?"
In the large, luxury carriage, Dante sat silently while scanning his companions.
The perverted woman whom he had kicked earlier. Her face was now redder than blood, struggling to find a response.
And the second one was a man with brown hair and eyeglasses. He was looking at the perverted woman with disdain and anger.
'Since when did this world even have eyeglasses? Oh, never mind. If there are guns then eyeglasses are nothing.'
The last one was a blonde man drinking an alcoholic drink, staring at the ceiling while smiling like a fool.
Dante recognised him as the drunk man that he met in the Mercenary Guild, the one who wanted to win the upcoming competition.
