“Are you planning to head to the Arts Guild?”

Perhaps due to the scowl on my face, Alsetin's words were laced with caution.

“Yes, I am. I can't just stand by while those perverts keep doing stupid things.”

“Stupid things...?”

“Yes, stupid things.”

I threw the paper I was holding onto the desk and declared it firmly. Alsetin's expression became subtly uneasy.

“Can I ask why?”

“Can you use any other expression other than 'stupid things' when they’re walking straight into a trap?”

The place the Arts Guild is heading to is undoubtedly a trap. There are terrible things created …