I Think It's a Reasonable Suspicion

At the train station, where the bright afternoon sunlight shone pleasantly, a salty breeze from the beach blew softly.

The early winter wind might bring enough chill to make someone pull their clothes tighter, but that didn't apply to Walter, who was dozing off in the employee chair.

The high-and-mighty folks of the United Kingdom Council had fought and brawled, and whatever accident they caused had bankrupted a perfectly fine trading group before its name was changed to the Kraft Merchant Guild. But despite its infamy, the advanced welfare benefits—like receiving a steady paycheck and guaranteed holidays—were quite lucrative. So, an early winter breeze was far from cold; it was perfect for a nap.

At one point, the fear of railway terrorism had kept him wide awake, but once he realized there was no particular reason to terrorize this place—which consisted of nothing but a stable and a single employee chair sitting under a square iron shade—there was no longer any reason to fight off his naps.

However, if Walter had known in advance who was about to visit, the thought of a nap would have vanished from his mind long ago.

Three horses ran alongside the railroad and slowly came to a halt as they reached the station. There was the sound of someone jumping down from a horse and landing with a light hop.

"Ppuu-ppuu. It's too much that the station's quality drops so drastically just because we rode a little far."

"Is that so? I think I paid quite a bit of attention to it."

A calm landing sound followed.

"The facilities look sturdy. That means there was no shoddy construction. And even though he's sleeping over there, there is a resident employee. Personnel management might seem simple, but it's tricky work. Yet, the employee is at least keeping his post properly."...