At the entrance of the Paper House, two guards were listlessly standing.
They were wearing breastplates (upper body armor) and Grass Folds (skirt armor), with helmets on their heads, dressed as the lowest rank of soldiers.
"How many days has the person from the Servicing Department been locked up inside?"
The guard on the left suddenly asked.
"How would I know? I only got here the day before yesterday."
The guard on the right yawned.
"Anyway, what heavenly rule did she violate to be locked up for so long?"
The guard on the left asked.
"Seems like she let a pig escape?"
The guard on the right thought for a moment and said.
"Just for that? Couldn't she just have replaced it herself, why lock her up?"
The guard on the left asked curiously.
"Apparently, it's because her family is quite wealthy, so the boss wants to squeeze some more money out of them."
The guard on the right said.
"Ah? That doesn't seem right, does it?"
The guard on the left hesitated.
