"They actually own this inn!?"
Lawrend asked her in shock. He had been staying here for a week, yet he never knew.
"Yes. I saw their emblem right at the pot on the entrance."
Aleshia nodded her head and said to him.
"Do they know you and me?"
Lawrend asked her with a frown.
"I don't know. At first, I thought it was just a design on the pot but seeing this little catgirl being treated like this, I'm sure of it now."
Aleshia said to him.
"Tsk. Let's go."
Lawrend clicked his tongue in displeasure. He then headed out to leave through the door.
"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. I wonder why you looked familiar. It seems like you are the Deserter Aleshia."
But just as Lawrend was about to leave the room, a woman wearing tight black clothing stopped him. The only thing you could see from her body was her eyes. There were daggers sheathed all over her body.
She was the same woman that helped Elena find Lawrend's room.
