Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn!
Lair was sprinting through the alley, cursing in his mind, with four or five Rhein Knights relentlessly pursuing him.
Lair really wanted to tell the guys chasing him that they had the wrong person. Although he was a thief, he hadn't succeeded in stealing anything yet. He'd just taken a quick look inside the carriage and got caught. They should be chasing the guy who had actually stolen something!
However, Lair also knew that, in this situation, there was no way those people would believe him. He was between a rock and a hard place, and slowing down even a little bit would instantly get him caught. He couldn't imagine what would happen if he, a grown man, got caught by the Rhein people, so he could only keep running as fast as he could.
... All because of that guy!
Lair was referring to his fellow thief who had landed him in this predicament. He knew that guy because it was that guy who had sold him the tipoff for tonight.
