What Meat is That?

For the umpteenth time, I followed this bald man and suspected him.

"Ciii..."

Focusing on what he was doing, I watched him from a distance.

Let's observe from here.

He opened the door for someone to enter then closed the door after the person entered, and stayed there. When someone else wants to enter the room, he opens the door and closes again after the other person enters the room.

"I don't know why, how unfortunate, huh? It's not like he's like a bank security guard, always opening the door for consumers to come."

While his subordinates rested, he instead worked to open the door for the soldiers who entered. Instead of being suspicious of him, I felt sorry for him. Somehow, his luck was worse than my previous job.

"Welcome."

"Thank you, Ikeda-san."

Smiling after closing the door, he looked as if he was happy to do that.