"Sigh, it's not interesting at all with such low-level opponents."
By the time I finished the fight which started for reasons unknown, I pretty much figured out what was going on.
It seemed to be my fault, after all. Without realizing it, I had entered the royal palace district while it was still dark. Not only that, I misunderstood the spies reporting their respective number princes' factions as some sort of code, which was why these highly tensed spies moved against me.
By the way, I only learned this after asking all of them. The first few I asked either attempted to take me down with them while committing suicide or were killed off suddenly by flying darts and arrows that came out of nowhere. It seemed like an archaic, third-rate film where the villains killed their own subordinates to keep them from talking.
