"Bro, relax! I was not the enemy here!"
The staff raised his hand, surrendering to his sword.
"Please, it was not the time for this."
He forgot to estimate the craziness of the man he mocked.
"Fine," Kent said, yet he gave his sword one swing, which left a cut on the staff's arm.
"He was screwy! Restrict him!" the trembling wounded staff exclaimed.
"I can explain the reason behind my action. Put handcuffs with me if you were not satisfied."
"Mister Owner, the one who woke you up was this guy, right?"
He pointed the sword at the nape of his neck.
"How did you know?"
Kent showed the ribbon.
"Everyone, see the dots here? My wife told us that there was a traitor among us."
"How did you know it was a hidden message?"
Kent explained they invented language the two of them co
