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The dungeon’s entrance was a double door that had nothing else of note aside from the fact that it was white. When it was opened, a darkness prevented us from seeing what was beyond. Not seeing our destination was bad enough, but apparently, the destination itself changes to random places inside the dungeon after some time.

In other words, one must enter the dungeon within 10 seconds of the previous person going or be sent somewhere else and go through the effort of reuniting with that other person.

I had deployed my magical attire already. I also attached a camera to the right side of my helm and a flash light on the left using a silvery duct tape.

We were part of the morning batch. My friends were currently speaking with their examiner some distance away. Must be nice over there, I thought.

And then, there was my partner for this activity, Tadakoro-san, I believe her name was. At the moment, she looked like a witch from a late-night anime. She looked sexy, to be sure, but her glare was downright terrifying. Gyarus were scary.

Layla…I wish I was with Layla…

However, since this was only a low-threat dungeon, I thought it would be better to not reveal her existence to would-be business rivals. Just to be sure, I consulted Layla with this and she agreed.

Our examiner was a 30-something man with a large build. And in his magical attire, he definitely looked the part of a warrior. His facial features were somewhat fair-looking.

“Well then, if your preparations are done, we’re heading in now. Are you ready?”

“Y-yes, sir.”

“…sure”

Tadokoro-san replied with unabashed disinterest. That made our examiner’s face twitch.

“Err…cullings are regularly done for this dungeon, and the only monsters that appear inside are Skeletons. Plus, as long as I’m with you, you aren’t in danger of dying here, but that’s no reason to let your guard down, you hear?”

“Yes, sir!”

“Tch…yeah.”

Did you really just click your tongue!?

The examiner and I both did a double take at her. We then glanced at each other, a dicey atmosphere between us.

Is this person alright? We should cancel the test, right? I mean, won’t it be dangerous with a person like this?

I thought so but the examiner looked like he was going to let it continue.

Seriously? Is an E rank dungeon really that easy?

“Morning batch, depart now please.”

The instructor said so and we entered the dungeon in turns, with 20 seconds between groups just to be sure. My group went in a little after my friends’ group.

The moment I passed through the dungeon entrance, I felt an intense feeling of discomfort. Thankfully, that lasted only for a moment, and before I knew it, my surroundings have changed. From a place like your common conference room, we were transported to a cave with an exposed bedrock.

The only light source we had were the flashlights we had on our persons. There was no wind, yet it still felt chilly here. It was a place that instinctively incited fear.

…I took a deep breath through my nose, held it in, and exhaled it through my mouth.

Alright, I feel a bit calmer now.

This was supposed to be an exam and our safety was at the very least guaranteed. If I were to waver now, I would never make it as an adventurer later.

“Alright, let’s start the test. This should have been explained to you before but there is no time limit. All the two of you have to do is breakthrough this dungeon with your own strength. Naturally, if I judge that things are getting too dangerous, I would intervene and help you out.”

“Understood, sir.”

“’kay…”

The width of the corridors were not at all uniform but I would say the average was about a car lane’s. The ceilings were about 3 meters high, I estimated. It was a bit too cramped to wield a two-handed sword with all my might.

As such, I did as I practiced and was holding the ricasso part of my zweihander with my left hand, wielding it almost like a spear. This adaptability was the true value of zweihanders. So, in addition to its regular use as a two-handed sword, it could also be used as a sort of spear and even the guard as a blunt weapon…or so what someone on the internet posted; I wasn’t sure I was good enough to do all that though.

“Tadokoro-san, please stay behind me.”

“……mhm, yeah, sure.”

…crap. I really, really feel uneasy about this.

I thought so as cold sweat dripped under my helmet. But all I could do now was to give it my all.

And so, we advanced carefully. The path we were on continued for a few meters but there was a sharp curve which we soon found out led to a slope of about 40 degrees. If we weren’t careful, we were liable to get lost, so I really wished we had some kind of mapping tool.

It seemed like expensive cameras and devices can be used together to map the dungeon automatically as we walked. The problem was, yeah, it was expensive. By the way, the camera that one wore was video evidence for security purposes as well as for one’s remuneration calculations after a dungeon trip.

At any rate, a stop-gap measure for such cases was to make a mark with chalk. So, just as it was taught in the booklets handed to us in our lessons, I made a large X mark using the chalk I carried in my belt pouch. And with that, we wouldn’t be going around in circles.

Still, since the interior of dungeons apparently rearranges itself by the end of each day, maps and the like were only good for one day. This mark too would apparently vanish. What could I say but what a truly unkind place. I might be stating the obvious, but still.

“Good job making a mark. But if it could be helped, that task should be done by those in the rear so that vanguard remains able to use both their hands…”

“’Kay…”

“…hey, you.”

Unsurprisingly, the examiner glared at Tadokoro-san who was still as openly disinterested as before.

“This is a dungeon. You should at least care enough to protect yourself. If you continue to lack that kind of fighting spirit, you won’t make it as adventurer.”

“Eh, being an adventurer’s kinda whatever.”

“…huh?”

“Before I took the course, I thought I would make more money as an adventurer than at a normal part-time job. Plus, I get to have fun blasting my magic. But when I heard how it actually pays, kinda lost motivation, you know.”

…I couldn’t refute what she said. All romanticized fantasies I had for being an adventurer vanished as I undertook the course. The reasons I had in still trying to become one were so that my dad could get reemployed through his connection to me and so that I could gain more combat experience.

I didn’t think people could live off of an adventurer’s income. Worse yet, it was a dangerous line of work. I had heard that hunters had been in decline in numbers even before dungeons were a thing. Which just goes to show what happens when there was an imbalance between what the job entailed, its risks, and its rewards. Rumors also said that Japan had slightly more Awakened Ones than the other countries, yet only 20 people were in our course. Supposedly though, people were more interested in becoming adventurers starting from April.

At any rate, people talked about being an adventurer as the [3D Job]. As in, it was the job that was Dangerous, Demanding, and Didn’t pay. The last one was kinda forced but it was as true as the first 2. In that sense, it was no wonder Tadokoro-san was not more eager.

I understand her, but can she at least try during the test!? She’s making the test harder for me than it needs to be!

“…can I take that to mean you’re withdrawing from the test?”

“Not really. I mean, I don’t really mind if I pass or not, but you’ll be the one in trouble if you don’t make more adventurers, right? Can you really make that call?”

“Again, we’re in a dungeon. It’s dangerous here.”

“And you’re a government employee, right? Then, just do a proper job of protecting a citizen. I mean, I paid all that money for the course, making sure I’m safe is the least you can do.”

“That’s not permission for you, the one to be protected, to be careless.”

“Ugh, what a pain.”

I was wondering what I should do about the stormy atmosphere behind me when I heard a sound coming from up ahead. It was the sound of a solid object hitting another.

“An enemy!?”

I immediately said so as I readied my weapon and paid attention in front of me. After a series of click and clack sounds, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was a Skeleton. When hearing that word, most Japanese people would imagine this kind of monster. A monster that looked like an anatomical model of a human’s skeletal system which could be found in a school’s science room.

This one stood at about 180cm. It also had a set rusty iron helmet and sword. In addition, it was equipped with a wooden shield.

With its teeth clattering, the Skeleton rushed toward us while swinging its sword as though to threaten us.

“Alright, calm down, and observe the enemy’s movement—”

“Yaaa!!”

Before I could think, I was thrusting my own sword like I did so many times at the pell during our practice sessions. I didn’t know if it was because of my nervousness or if it was due to the darkness, but my aim was slightly off. Instead of the head, I hit the Skeleton’s right shoulder.

My aim might have been off, but the power behind my attack was enough. Never mind its right shoulder, the enemy’s entire upper body was blown off. Its bones were scattered all over the place.

I was still wary of it, especially of its skull and sword, but I took a quick look around.

There’s no other enemy, right? And this one’s not coming back up, is it?

After several seconds of me being on guard, the Skeleton’s bones became thinner and thinner until they eventually became these particles that danced in the air and then vanished.

“Congratulations on your first subjugation.”

When the examiner said so, I let out a breath.

“Thank you…”

“I understand why you’re nervous, but don’t let it make you get too worked up, alright? We still have a long way to go.”

“Yes, sir.”

I replied so and then took another look at where the Skeleton had been. All that was there was the gray, rugged ground that gave off the impression that it was somewhat damp. There was no sign that the monster was ever there.

This was a dungeon. That was a monster.

Despite feeling these indescribable emotions, I pressed forward.

Adventurer was a job that was devoid of romanticism. I thought I understood that, yet here I was with my chest throbbing. But is this throbbing due to excitement or just wariness?

“…Tadakoro-san, I think you should be a bit more assertive as well.”

“No thanks, I’m good. Like I said, becoming an adventurer’s kinda whatever for me now.”

…if only those in the rear shared what I’m feeling!

* * *

In about the 10 minutes after that, I had been devoting myself to taking down the Skeletons that were coming after us. This might sound conceited, but it felt almost like assembly line work in its monotony.

Maybe it was because Skeletons didn’t have much intelligence but they didn’t pull any tricks, ambushes, and the like. Occasionally, two of them would appear at the same time, but they got in each other’s way more than anything else. The difference between our raw capabilities made everything easy…or perhaps it was better to say that it was because I was able to take the initiative every time and finish them in an instant that this had been rather unremarkable.

Honestly, what scared me more was the dungeon’s terrain.

First of all, the darkness. Most undead monsters, including Skeletons, had ways of searching for their enemies without relying on the sense of sight. They had no need for any light source and for that reason, they thrived in such a dark dungeon. On the other hand, humans would find such environment to be disadvantageous.

Next, there were the elevated terrain as well as the turns in the road to consider. These made fighting hard. We were fine this time because the Skeletons weren’t strong enough to turn the tides, but I must say that having spears coming from above were a pain and having my slashes be blocked by the corner that the enemies made use of as a shield was enough to catch me off guard.

Thanks to my magic eyes though, things like ambushes meant nothing. It was an ability that was more handy than I thought.

Anyway, 10 minutes had passed and we arrived at a somewhat open area. I would say it was as big as two classrooms. Here and there were rock formations that reached about halfway through my waist. And towards the far end was a white door. It looked exactly like the door we used to get inside the dungeon. That perfectly identical door wasn’t affixed to any wall and instead stood all by itself.

Needless to say, it was the exit. If we pass through that door, we could escape from the dungeon.

It was a kind of magic and superpower. Even though not much was known when it comes to matters that were related to magic power, we at the very least knew of the rules that governed them. In the case of subspaces like dungeons, there was supposed to be the rule [if there’s an entrance, there must be an exit as well].

Even if we assumed dungeons to be naturally occurring things, magic power flowing into it suggests that an exit must exist as well. Otherwise, dungeons would self-destruct…or so I had been told.

Regardless, this door came with its own set of quirks. About 10 seconds after it was opened, it would vanish. Caution must therefore be observed when exiting with a group of people. In fact, it was for this reason that adventurer parties tended to be at most 4 people. According to what we learned in the course, if adventurers weren’t careful and left behind members of their party in the dungeon, those party member’s survival rate would suddenly plummet.

“Keep your guard up until the end. Be careful of monsters that could be hiding behind the door and around it.”

“Yes, sir.”

While nodding to the examiner’s advice, I proceeded to sweep the area. I say that but what I barely met the minimum and was quite amateurish. Not efficient, honestly.

“…no enemies in the area.”

“Alright, now let’s escape the dungeon.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Hey, Tadokoro-san, you say something too.”

“Yeah, sure.”

And just like that, my first dungeon exploration peacefully came to an end.

* * *

After exiting the dungeon, I removed the camera attached to my helmet and handed it over to the examiner. I was told they were now going to evaluate our performance in the test.

Tadokoro-san quickly left, but I decided to give the examiner a bow before also going for the waiting room. When I entered the room, I found other course-takers who had already finished the test. Among them were Kumai-kun and Uoyama-kun, so I walked up to them.

“How was the dungeon for you?”

“It was quite exciting for us.”

“Really? Then damn, it was depressing for me.”

The two of them asked so with their eyes pointlessly sparkling for some reason. Seeing them like that made me frown.

“Seriously?”

“My partner wasn’t into it at all. Which only made the atmosphere the worst.”

“Hey, you’re being too loud.”

“…sorry.”

He was right; we were in a public space and it didn’t reflect well on me to say this loudly. I glanced around and, thankfully, no one was paying attention to us and were instead still busy talking about their own dungeon exploration experience.

“What happened to get you that riled up though?”

“You see…”

In a hushed voice, I told them what happened within the dungeon. Just remembering it was enough to get me upset again. I had lost count of how many times I wanted to turn around and give her a good whacking in the head with my sword.

“Oh, yeah, that’s a big oof alright.”

“Our examiner was pretty apathetic too, but that’s nothing to compared to an apathetic partner.”

“If you feel sorry for me, then treat me to something on our way home.”

“Sure, I’ll give you some of the grass in the area.”

“You want acorns later?”

“Why do you have acorns though…?”

“I’m just keeping the joke running, alright?”

“Geez”

Talking to them finally calmed me down.

To be frank, I wanted to go home already, but after lunch break, we would have to watch the exploration videos of other adventurers.

“We’ve still got time on our vacation, so you guys wanna go hang out somewhere tomorrow or maybe the day after that?”

“Eh, sounds like a pain.”

“I agree.”

“You guys are no fun. Ahh, how about we go to Uoyama’s and play games?”

“Sounds good.”

“Don’t I get a say in this? But, oh well, sure. I only have tentacle-related games though; are you alright with that?”

“I’ll…bring some of my own.”

Today was going to be the last day of the adventurer training course. We only had a week left on our spring break, which wasn’t a lot, but hopefully, we could enjoy it as much as possible.

Just when I was thinking along those lines though, the door suddenly flung open. The one who opened it was the course instructor who explained about taxes to us.

“Sorry for interrupting your break, but please watch the TV.”

He said that quickly and then moved to use the remote placed by the wall. That turned on the TV attached to the ceiling of the waiting room.

<<We shall now be featuring a sudden press conference by provisional Prime Minister Arikawa.>>

“Huh?”

Everyone in the waiting room was confused.

The screen then showed a dandy-looking man whose black hair was swept all the way back. This man who had droopy eyes and a smile full of confidence was none other than provisional Prime Minister Arikawa Rurio. In his suit, he looked like someone in their mid 20s, but if I remember correctly, he was actually in the latter half of his 40s.

<<Thank you for coming despite the sudden nature of this conference. I am Arikawa Rurio and I am currently serving as Japan’s prime minister, although only temporarily.>>

He looked straight at the camera as he talked in a clear voice. He spoke completely like a stage actor. That reminded me of the news about him getting flak online precisely because he talked like this. Strangely though, I found his every action to be very eye-catching.

Were people really criticizing him for this?

<<I know everyone’s busy, so I’ll cut to the chase.>>

There was a pause and then he deepened his smile. He also narrowed his droopy eyes, almost like he was up to some kind of antic.

<<This is about the Adventurer System which was made in a rush. We will now be amending it.>>

“““….huh?”””

<<I had already consulted and gained the approval of every political party and have thus been able to skip the committee review process. These changes will take effect starting April of this year.>>

Wait, wait, wait, what does that mean!?

<<To summarize what that entails: items found within dungeons can now be sold freely. When this amendment takes place, dungeon items will no longer be treated as found items, and the individual who found them will have ownership over those items. Sell them, keep them, or return them back to the dungeon, the individual will be free to choose what they do with the items.>>

…seriously, wait a minute. What about all that stuff in the course? I mean, I’m happy, of course, that adventurers can now earn more, but this is just all too sudden. My head can’t catch up.

<<Details have been posted in the freshly launched Dungeon Countermeasure Agency homepage, so please give it a look. Now, any questions?>>

The gathered journalists were at first too dumbfounded to say anything to the still smiling prime minister. However, soon enough, they raised their voices one after another.

<<Please wait! Why is this the first we’re hearing of this!?>>

<<This all too sudden! First of all, why did you hide all of this!? There’s something unlawful going on, isn’t there!?>>

<<This sort of thing is tyrannical! It is your duty as a statesman to be transparent to the people!>>

In the storm of questions—half of which were more insults than questions—the prime minister kept on smiling.

<<It’s only natural that this is the first you’ve heard of this. After all, aside from those that absolutely had to know, I kept it all hidden under wraps. The reason I did so was to protect against inappropriate interference by foreign powers.>>

<<Hah!?>>

The journalists grew even louder. But the provisional prime minister simply raised his hand and they became quiet.

It was like he was exerting some kind of mysterious pressure on them. That if they were to speak now, they would be an evildoer or something.

This definitely was his stage.

<<Which country do you think has the most number of Awakened Ones? Do you know?>>

<<Err, that would be China, wouldn’t it? They have the highest population in the world, after all.>>

The journalist who was suddenly asked stuttered a bit but answered nonetheless.

<<Normally, yes, that would be the case. However, ley lines and magic power complicate matters. Believe it or not, our nation, Japan, has that honor. We have roughly 1.2 million Awakened Ones.>>

There was commotion not only on that side of the screen but here as well.

Until now, the specific number of Awakened Ones was never made public and instead was answered by “it’s under investigation”. And then, out of nowhere, we had a figure…

<<Naturally, it should be noted that that is only for the present time. The more perceptive among you might have already realized what foreign powers are going to do in this world where Awakened Ones are ever so vital. Yes…they will recruit Awakened Ones from Japan to bolster their own military strength. All without care for our nation’s circumstances.>>

<<Is that an expression of dismay toward foreign nations?>>

<<You can take it that way.>>

Another wave of commotion erupted.

Hey, is this guy for real?

<<The Arikawa provisional cabinet will also now be dissolved. Before that though, I would like to say one thing: I will not allow Japan’s treasures to be sold to other nations. I will do anything and everything in order to protect the lives of everyone living in Japan.>>

The way he boldly declared so was so charismatic that people simply held their tongues for a while. He was so full of drive that he was like a hero right out of a story.

<<It-it doesn’t change the fact that this is still tyrannical!>>

<<I agree! That’s not an explanation at all for the changes!>>

<<From the start, the adventurer system was implemented under the assumption that it would be changed later on. It is, after all, a system made as an [emergency measure] made by a [provisional cabinet]. Wasn’t it always stated that it was subject to change if the need arises?>>

Despite being barraged by complaints and abuses by the journalists, the prime minister did not balk and remained calm instead.

<<It is now the era of Awakened Ones. The adventurer profession will be an indispensable one in this era. As such, we can’t let foreign nations take away our Awakened Ones. I want you all to understand this.>>

He placed his hand on his chest and quietly looked downward. A smile was still on his face though.

Everyone in the waiting room, dumbfounded by all this, could do nothing but stare at the TV. This was too much development all of a sudden. I couldn’t wrap my head around it…

“Err, I have something to say…related to this…”

Surprised by the instructor’s words, we looked toward him.

His bangs were in disarray but he kept wiping the sweat off of his forehead with a handkerchief.

“As per the amendment issued by the cabinet, we will be extending the duration of the training course, offering it in the style of supplementary lessons. Please continue attending the training course for the next 7 days.”

“Huh?”

“The extended course will be offered for no additional fees. Also, for those of you who can’t attend because of work—”

I let out a rather listless voice and then turned my attention toward my friends. They were looking at me too.

How many days were left on our spring break? 7.

How many days will the supplementary lessons be given? 7.

“““…”””

The spring break between the time one graduates from junior high and enters their first year of high school only came once. And right now, it was as though I was hearing it fly away.

Wait, does that mean we’ll have to cram stuff like laws and taxes again??

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POV: a certain CIA agent

“That actor wannabe!”

I shouted so as I deleted all of our electronic data within the hideout. I was using a software developed in my home country which prevented erased data from being recovered. I didn’t have much time though.

“Damn it…”

I couldn’t stop cursing at interim Prime Minister Arikawa. He had just dissolved his provisional cabinet and assumed the position of Minister of Dungeon Countermeasures.

“You were planning this from the start, weren’t you…!?”

He was the one who decided to offer adventurers piss poor rewards. But now, he declared that adventurers were free to trade their item drops to entities beside the Japanese government. He had offered something bad to make the decent offer all the more better. It was a classic trick, and one that might make him endearing to the adventurers in Japan.

Originally, in exchange for letting our scouts recruit their adventurers away, we agreed to manipulate their public sentiment toward accepting the adventurer system. And then he pulled this move.

You really want to screw with us…!?

“Quiet down, I could hear you through the door, you know.”

“Ah, sir…!”

My senior colleague opened the door and showed me the car key.

“The car’s ready. We should get moving soon.”

“Yeah…As soon as I’m done deleting all this, I’ll come to the car.”

“Look, I understand why you’re angry, but calm yourself. Just think, the weapons and minerals that were supposed to exclusively go to the JSDF can now be bought by other parties.”

…he made a good point.

Item drops were taken from adventurers as though lost-and-found items and were supposed to be supplied to Japan’s Self Defense Force. These items were filled with magic power and thus could be used to attack monsters. Alternatively, they could be used for research.

But the amendment announced by the prime minister would allow other parties to buy such resources. This way, even foreign powers such as ours could obtain weapons discovered in Japan’s powerful dungeons.

“It almost makes me think it’s some kind of bait, and I don’t like it!”

“Oh come on. This is why you’re still being treated like some rookie.”

I pressed the enter key and the data deletion was done.

…Alright, calm down. It’s fine. Sure, the adventurers will be earning more, but that doesn’t mean our nation can’t offer them more. Arikawa might have gained a bit of popularity among the Awakened Ones with this, but there’s still plenty of room for us to recruit their adventurers.

“All that’s left are the paper documents. Let’s shred them.”

“No. With the tech available today, it’s possible to piece the shredded paper together.”

“But man, that bastard. I can’t believe he would leak our information not only to the panda and caretakers bunch but also to those tea fanatics…!”

“And meanwhile, they leaked those groups’ info to us. It’s almost like they want us to fight each other.”

I lightly glared at my senior colleague as he chuckled. I mean, how could he chuckle with how things were?

They one-sidedly end our agreement and they dangled some bait at us, but to top it all off, they wanted us to fight other groups too? They were really making sure we were too busy to retaliate.

“Sir, you have a lighter, don’t you? Let’s burn these papers somewhere along the way.”

“Good suggestion, but I threw away my lighter. Let’s just get a new one.”

“…huh?”

Right as I placed my hand on the doorknob, I stopped.

“What’s wrong? We don’t have time, remember?”

“Sir, did you really throw your lighter away?”

“With how society is now, being a smoker’s just asking for trouble for our line of work, yeah?”

That was a lie. He had told me that the lighter in question was a precious gift from an old friend of his. This old friend being someone he met in Japan, joined forces with once, and sadly had passed away. To begin with, my colleague was heavy smoker. It wasn’t the kind of thing that can be resolved in a day or two.

An intense discomfort washed over me. And before I knew it, I was turning around and pulling a gun on the person who taught me how to carry myself as a CIA agent.

His voice, his manner of speech, the way he walked, all of these things and more told me he must be the person I knew. And yet…

“You—”

Something then spread before me.

…a mouth?

* * *

POV: a certain CIA agent

“Hey, wake up.”

“Mm, ah.”

When I opened my eyes, I found myself looking up at my senior colleague. The cheap fluorescent light behind him, or rather, the ceiling above was flickering.

Did I faint…?

“I really wish you picked another time to pass out. At least, not when we’re in a hurry to get away.”

“S-sorry. I slipped, I think…”

I stood up right away and then exited the room with my colleague.

“We’ll have to get a lighter somewhere to burn these documents with.”

“Yeah. Worst case, we can improvise one.”

“Right. Well, I’m no good at those kind of stuff, so I’ll leave it to you if it comes to that.”

“Geez, not just computer stuff but these things too—hey!”

My colleague on the passenger seat reached for my collar.

“You have ketchup on your collar. That’s gonna leave a stain.”

“Oh, I do?”

“Geez, is that from the burger you had for lunch?”

“Probably. The ones they have in Japan taste weird, but they’re surprisingly good, you know.”

“What are you, a kid?”

I started the car and made it go.

Our first order of business was to meet with the others. We also had to make contact with the intelligence agents from other nations. It would be fine. As long as we talked openly with everyone, they would understand.

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Q: How much do item drops and treasure chest items sell for?

A: Let’s see. An iron sword dropped by a Skeleton would probably go for 100,000 Yen at the start of April. Do keep in mind that the price might change as time passes.

Q: Why was the Adventurer system revised at this point of time?

A: the adventurer system was simply an emergency measure from the start. It was made in a rush, so it had a few holes in it. It’s only natural to plug those holes, right?

Q: Aren’t foreign people angry?

A: There is already a mountain of written protests, but none of it matters.

Q: How were the agents’ locations found out?

A: Every country was in disarray, and more importantly, all sorts of people [came to say hi]. It isn’t so strange to know where one’s friends lived, right?

Q: is it true that you’re the person asking these questions?

A: hahaha, I don’t remember. Oh wait………[you have ketchup on your collar].

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TL note: some parts like what happened in the agent POV and those last questions in the Q&A are quite vague for me, so I might have misinterpreted and thus mistranslated those. I will update when more context is available.

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