Chapter 47

“How many are you?”

“Three men, two women. A total of five. Oh, there they are. That’s my group.”

Iola, Saffron, and Moslin entered one after another. Judging by their peeking around with looks of disappointment, they seemed to have checked other inns before arriving here.

Having left the wagon behind, the group appeared lightly equipped.

Fortunately, Iola’s expression was still bright. It seemed unlikely he would demand accountability by chopping off Viretta’s head or hand right here.

In contrast, Saffron wore an exceedingly gloomy and hostile expression. Moving with surprising swiftness for someone who usually looked …