Infiltration wasn't really my style, but at this point I barely had any reason to feel bad about it. I wasn't really a stealthy person, nor a battle-heavy berserker. I was just your simple strategist. I was good at coming up with strategies, and seeing them through, but for now, I was still kinda forced into battle. I really didn't want this to be the case in the future. Let's work for that, shall we?
Francis' small stunt of pulling out a rope from only the gods know where left us in a bit of an 'aghast state', to say the least. He tied it around his waist, and waited for my approval to commence the operation. I slightly hesitated, as I was unsure whether this really was a good idea, but I trusted him with figuring out a way in. This might've been the only decent way to do it.
