Chapter 302: Holding a Hostage

“What did you say?!”

I felt my breath get caught in my throat. My grandfather was at the concentration camp? So that was why my family was involved in the plans for the merfolk’s race—my grandfather had been involved from the very start. It was why my grandfather and Dicken had made a pact, and later, Bob had a reason to approach me, offering support for my studies on merfolk. I hadn’t been pulled into the plan for no reason, but had been involved from the very start.

I couldn’t allow anything to happen to my grandfather even if it was in this dimension, although there appeared to be no time for us to talk about the old times either—in my agitation, my various physical processes were escalating. My calves were spasming endlessly and I almost dropped to my knees, but thankfully Dicken’s tail caught me. His webbed paw was grasping my wrist gently and firmly, even if his gaze was as ferocious as a reaper from hell, glaring fixedly at the soldiers approaching us.

Just as the fishing net