22 Orleans (2/2)

”Ooh! Okay! I'm curious about the kind of music that muggles like to listen to!” He said excitedly.

So, following his wishes, Edgar turned on the car radio.

...

”Young master? Young master?” Casimir heard a voice calling him softly, waking him from his nap. ”Young master, we have arrived in Orleans.”

Hmm..? Eh? Eh?! I actually fell asleep?! Casimir was in disbelief. It was a trap! The radio was a trap! An assassin for more than two decades being tricked like this?! How pathetic, I have become!

So, with a dark expression, Casimir got off the car and followed behind Edgar.

It didn't take long for his expression to ease though as his eyes were filled with such great sights.

It was the most bustling and lively place that he had been to in all of his life in this world. People were walking here and there, hawkers were advertising their wares, children were running around, and from time to time, you would catch a few street performers singing and playing their instruments.

”Young master, this is a market. Please feel free to buy whatever item that you are interested in.” Casimir's eyes glistened and he grinned.

”I was just about to do that.” He then proceeded to hop from one stall to another, buying whatever he wished, and acting like the willful young master that he really was.

Unfortunately, his high-key actions caught the sight of some individuals with less than proper intentions.

Slowly, they made their way towards him, going unnoticed by the masses but, their suspicious actions didn't escape Casimir's eyes.

Thieves..? Casimir thought to himself as he saw them getting closer to him.

It seems that some things never change. Even in other worlds.

Soon, they were already flanking his sides and blocking his exits. The money's not with me anyways. They'll most likely just leave after they find out that I have nothing on me.

But, just as Casimir thought that, he was suddenly grabbed from behind and pushed into a narrow alley, away from the bustling market.

What..?