Fifteen minutes before the crown prince woke up…

"Are you there, Master?"

Tristan, who was sitting on top of a mansion on a street where many nobles lived, welcomed me with one eye closed. With the closed eye, he was looking at something else through the chirp.

"Is the crown prince being held over there?”

Tristan nodded. He was looking at a mansion quite far from where we were now, at the end of the street.

"I'm putting the chirp through the chimney right now. I really had a hard time tracking him down, there were so many carriage tracks, but I got it done!” Tristan boasted.

I gave him a slight smile.

"Good work. The knights have been released to collect information, but no one knows where the crown prince is yet."

Of course, among the flurry of information, there was a hint. For two days after the crown prince was moved out of the capital, Tristan had just perched himself by this mansion on this noble street, but he was able to find a lot of information.

"I don't know if I should be happy because no one else knows, or sad because I worked when I didn’t have to," said Tristan slyly.

I replied jokingly, “Even if someone...