16 Wait up! (2/2)

”Alright.” I nodded at the idea. ”Let's go before the guards come back to their posts.”

***

Miceter followed behind the black cat, watching as he skillfully pushed the bumpy wheel of cheese down the cobblestone streets. With a push of his nose, the wheel would bounce down the street, sometime veering to the left, or veering to the right. If that happened, Mister would quickly rush forward and use his face to push the wheel in the right direction. Rarely did the wheel of cheese fall down onto its side. When they encountered a puddle, Mister would stop the wheel and then push it around the puddle, making sure it wasn't dirtier than it already was. And when Mister was going too fast, he would stop and wait patiently for Miceter to catch up.

Miceter, using his whole body, hugged a sausage as he dragged a whole link of sausages, trying to not be too much of a hassle. One would have to look closely to see Miceter behind the sausage.

Miceter, although he wouldn't admit it, was a tad bit embarrassed. Not for himself, but for the Special Mentor whom he sadly couldn't study under.

Special Mentors had a reputation to maintain. They couldn't be seen doing something inappropriate or common because they were high and aloof characters.

When Miceter heard what the people were whispering, Miceter couldn't help but feel guilty. Mister's reputation went from a noble Special Mentor to a poor, stray Beast Man in the course of a day. However, the fact that they didn't know Mister was a Special Mentor reassured Miceter a bit.

At least, with his identity being concealed, he wouldn't have to worry about any bad rumors spreading.

'In that case, Mister and I can really go watch the Puppet Show! With Mister acting so mysterious-like, no one would suspect his real identity and call him childish!'

Just as Miceter was delving deeper into his fantasies, a loud voice broke his chain of thought.

”Hey, wait up!”

Who was it?

It was none other than the stall vendor.