Since she hadn't taken off all her clothes, Perfikot quickly put them back on. After slipping into her boots, she headed to the street to see what was happening.
The knights responsible for secretly protecting her gathered around her as well. The loyal old butler even carried his sword, his face grim as if ready for battle at any moment.
The knights couldn't help but be tense. Perfikot's disguised identity to observe the people's conditions was a secret. Even though they were sure the information hadn't been leaked, no one could guarantee that someone wouldn't take this opportunity to assassinate her.
As for the reasons for assassination? There were simply too many, so many that Perfikot herself was too lazy to count how many people wanted to kill her.
Now, having left the well-protected Lord's manor and limited in restrictions of the underground city, she had no Steam Knights with her, only a few knights in plain clothes for protection.
