My intention was simply to keep an eye on Reed. After all, it would be foolish to let my guard down around someone known as the final boss.
What if he suddenly changed his mind and disappeared?
After a moment of consideration, I decided to endure a bit of indignity.
“Try to make up properly tonight.”
“Yes.”
I replied soullessly as I took the key.
This was the conservative territory of the Elpenheim Church. Men and women were strictly separated, and traveling together without being married would certainly raise eyebrows.
The first floor was a bustling tavern and restaurant, while the accommodations started from the second floor. As we climbed the stairs and distanced ourselves from others, Reed’s expression softened a little.
The cold, unapproachable aura he had been exuding seemed to warm up slightly.
I unlocked the door and entered the lodging.
It was a small but tidy room. Through the west-facing window, I could…
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