"Can we just chase directly?"
Watching as Number 3 complained to someone and then patiently sat in the reception chair waiting for a reply, Yellow King, completely uninterested in the happenings, couldn't help but ask:
"Looks like Number 3 has been waiting here for quite a while. We're not going to have to keep him company here forever, are we?"
"Let me try."
Upon hearing Yellow King's inquiry, Omnia Cicada closed his eyes, lightly pressed the marking on the back of his hand, and with his action, as if fast-forwarding a player, the lighthouse marking's light began to accelerate.
Little Number 3 first exchanged a few words with the figure that seemed to be a person in charge, having arrived upon hearing the situation, then pulled a notebook out of his small backpack and handed over something called an expenditure estimate form.
