Sonetto: All this because Mr. Knight proposed a mission plan that requires working through his day off?
Sotheby: Does Mr. Fog really hate his work that much? If you really dislike your job, then why not quit?
Sonetto: To be honest with you, I have never understood the way Oliver Fog thinks...
Vertin: ...No, it's best if we let the two of them sort this out on their own. I believe Mr. Knight will find a way to figure this out.
Oliver Fog: ...It goes without saying that you didn't have labor laws in your era.
A Knight: Naturally, this sort of modern dalliance was neither fitting for someone's era nor for the profession of a knight.
Oliver Fog: Sir Knight, times have changed.
Oliver Fog: We have no need of knights in our time. What we do need is an eight-hour work day and no mandated overtime on holidays or weekends.
A Knight: Oliver, you seem to forget this era is in a state of decline.
Oliver Fog: But surely even our present decline will not regress us back to a time without labor rights and holidays, right?
Oliver Fog: We all need to adapt to the changing of times, Mr. Knight.
A Knight: Too true. Someone needs to learn to adapt to the times.
A Knight: This is why someone has always wanted to change into armor someone might consider to be more in keeping with the times. A more dazzling color, perhaps... By the way, do you think pink would suit someone at all?
Oliver Fog: ...Honestly, I wouldn't advise it.
A Knight: Then how about stickers? Someone heard Miss Regulus say that someone could receive complimentary stickers upon purchasing baked goods from the market.
A Knight: Someone happens to be quite interested in several of these stickers. Imagine sticking them on someone's sword and armor! How splendid that would be!
A Knight: However, someone clearly lacks the ability to consume such a copious quantity of baked goods alone- or indeed at all. Therefore, someone hopes to entrust the task of devouring this surfeit of biscuits to you on someone's behalf.
Oliver Fog: Biscuits, really? —Ahem. Don't change the subject. I won't be bribed by your biscuits and I expect my complaint to be taken seriously, Mr. Knight.
A Knight: Oh? Oh! Sorry, someone is listening, Oliver. What is it that you are complaining about?
Oliver Fog: Mr. Knight, I am but a child yet I am forced to work, and as such, you must respect the few holidays I have.
Oliver Fog: I would ask you to please refrain from making suggestions to Miss Vertin that may lead to my being forced to work overtime.
A Knight: Holidays? Ah, it seems someone might not be so well-adapted to these times just yet.
A Knight: After all, when it comes to a knight and the things it is one's duty to do, there are no holidays.
Oliver Fog: If you want to work overtime, that's your business, Mr. Knight. I however have always refused any unreasonable requests to work overtime, especially during holidays.
A Knight: Someone understands what you mean, Oliver. Someone will strive to respect your rights.
Oliver Fog: Good to see my complaint wasn't a complete waste of time...
Oliver Fog: ...
Oliver Fog pulls out his pocket watch once more, glancing over the time as if to appear casual.
He then freezes in place, like a Carbuncle eagerly emptying cans, only to find its secretly stashed dust gone without a trace.
Oliver Fog: ...
A Knight: What's wrong, Oliver? You seem somewhat distressed?
Oliver Fog: ...My plan is in tatters now.
A Knight: ...What?
Oliver Fog: My work plan's a mess. There's not enough time to finish all my tasks.
A Knight: Is it because someone has taken up so much of your time with this issue of ours?
Oliver Fog: Your continuous interruptions certainly have not helped!
Oliver Fog: ...I never expected my record of not working overtime for 211 days straight to end today.
A Knight: Excuse someone for asking, but where have you been assigned to work today?
Oliver Fog: A forest near The Box. I need to ensure we maintain a good vantage point there, so that if The Box is attacked, we can react in a timely fashion.
A Knight: ...Hmm?
Oliver Fog: Is there something you'd like to ask me?
A Knight: No, no, of course not.
A Knight: Only a caution, Mr. Fog, that the forest isn't safe at night. It would be better to head back early.
Oliver Fog: ...Thanks for your concern, but my work takes precedent, I can fend for myself.
A Knight: Someone has heard that no one goes to that forest at night. Therefore, even if you complete your work and clear the fog, it may not necessarily be of any use.
Oliver Fog: Mr. Knight, do you believe that the work of the Fogwalker is to absorb the fog? To keep it at bay?
A Knight: Someone has always believed this to be the case. Is there some flaw in someone's understanding?
Oliver Fog: The true responsibility of the Fogwalker is to make the people believe that the fog is under control.
Oliver Fog: As long as there is a Fogwalker, people will believe that the fog is being dealt with.
Oliver Fog: No one cares about how much fog a Fogwalker can absorb, how it all works, or what a Fogwalker's purpose really is.
Oliver Fog: Making people believe that the fog is under control is the Fogwalker's true responsibility.
Oliver Fog: Based on this principle, I must ensure that my working hours align solely with my duty as the Fogwalker.
A Knight: Someone has just thought up the perfect word to describe you.
Oliver Fog: I know what you're trying to say. In this kind of situation, we commonly refer to such people as "bureaucrats." or "pencil pushers" those that do their duty to the letter of the law and nothing more.
Oliver Fog: However, to a civil servant like myself, this term might be seen as a form of praise.
Oliver Fog: Farewell, Mr. Knight. I must leave now if I have any hope to finish my work today.
A Knight: Sorry, everyone. Someone has an urgent matter to deal with and must leave immediately. Please forgive my uncouth and abrupt departure.
Sotheby: Aww? Is that it for now? Thank you for sharing that wonderful story, Mr. Knight!