<Chapter 49>

“Hmm, that’s true.”

“Well said. Even with golden friendships, alone time is important.”

“Ah, it’s been a while since I could sleep comfortably.”

Yet, Moslin’s sly jab was lost on the innocent younger ones.

Only Saffron, already jaded by life, scowled darkly at Moslin, his expression full of disdain.

‘Filthy adult…’

Moslin, pierced by Saffron’s silent accusation, whipped around sharply. The man leading them, sensing the tension, bowed nervously as he opened the inn’s door.

“You seem like fine folks. I’m glad you’re willing to sleep in such a humble place.”

“Of course. After all, we’re destined …