"The child's father?!"
Iris sharply gripped the fat-filled ears. The housemaid's devilish contorted expression slowly uttered in a chilling tone:
"I. Have. Something. To. Discuss. With. You."
Under the wild spirit of the [One who Blocks will Die], the middle-aged man who could not help but break into cold sweat disappeared behind the side door, the heavy door slamming shut with a sorrowful howl.
"...This milk isn't bad."
After draining the milk with a pungent smell, a small Aiju coin was taken from his money bag and left on the table. Li Lin walked away at the same pace as when he arrived, leaving the small inn where sounds of what seemed like domestic violence could be heard faintly.
"... It's exactly as you expected, Sir."
Brynhild followed closely behind Li Lin, her voice lowered.
What kind of experience and spirit was it that supported this human woman, who had almost expected and verified the failure of the invitation?
