Erwahllu was seated in her usual place in the dingy shop. But unlike before, her eyes were no longer vacant. Rather, they were brimming with energy, mildly excited about whatever Inala was doing.
Well, it couldn't be helped since in the last phase of her life, she was treated to a front-row seat of a conflict, especially against the man she detested to the extreme.
Maharell stared at Erwahllu and snorted mildly. He was older than her. And obviously, as neighbours, they had some history. He then peered into the courtyard and observed Inala, 'A youth around 24 years old. He's already at the Body Stage. But, I don't see where he gets this confidence from.'
"You talk to him first." Maharell pointed at one of his guards.
"Yes, sir." The guard nodded and entered the courtyard, stopping a couple metres before Inala, "Were you the one that stole our wares?"
