The inn where the group was staying was the largest in Regina.
Naturally, the dining hall was crowded with people who had come for breakfast, and among them, Morres stood out exceptionally.
His usual sullen face seemed especially enveloped in a mysterious charisma today. The exorcist’s uniform, which was not uncommon in Regina, also looked somehow more luxurious when worn by Morres.
…Morres is really something else.
As Owen sat down with that thought in mind, Morres, as if he had been waiting, scolded him.
“You’re late. If you couldn’t sleep, you should at least eat quickly. Don’t tell me that besides being picky about your bed, you’re also going to be fussy about food?”
As soon as he opened his mouth, it was noticeable that the people scattered around eating pretended not to listen but perked up their ears towards them.
Just by sitting there sipping tea, he attracted everyone’s attention; it was truly an incredible presence.
Moreover, by Morres’s side, there was always a small flame that brightly illuminated above his head wherever he went.
“Wow. That must be the rumored fairy…”
“Shh! They might hear you. Lower your voice.”
The red flame circled around Morres with lively movements and occasionally snatched and swallowed the snacks he threw. Its completely tamed appearance looked more like a pet bird he was raising rather than an ancient fairy.
Owen thought.
Come to think of it,…