Chapter 380: Kennel (1)
Vikir, a low-ranking guard with no name or affiliation.
No one knew the identity or intentions of this hound that melted into the darkness of Nouvelle Vague.
'Did I give the picaresque mask to Camus for no reason? Maybe I should have kept it a little longer.'
Vikir thought as he moved forward, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.
It's easier to be a little smaller to avoid the prying eyes of the guards.
Vikir briefly wondered if turning into a puppy would make it easier to hide.
... But Vikir soon had to change his mind.
There wasn't a single dog or cat in the Nouvelle Vague.
If he were to change into a dog, he would be very noticeable.
The guards occasionally had pets, but they were usually crayfish, crabs, and octopuses, and occasionally there were seals, fish, and water buffalo.
'If you're going to have pets, you're going to need an aquarium.'