Jiu'er let out a deep sigh.
She wiped the blood-stained axe in her hand on the bisected corpse and murmured somewhat lonesomely,
"Why doesn't Annan come to find me after arriving in the Royal Capital...
"Could it be that the plot hasn't progressed to that point yet? Do I really have to wait until the coffee-shop lady gets to the Royal Capital?"
"…Miss Jiu'er?"
Behind her, two neatly dressed, sturdy men asked cautiously with a bow, "What were you just saying?"
"No, nothing."
Jiu'er replied lazily, "Ask again and I'll chop you to death."
Hearing this, the two men who were clearly more than a head taller than Jiu'er suddenly fell silent like a cicada in winter, daring not to speak.
By now, she had already become well-acquainted within the Royal Capital.
These past two days, she had found herself a decent job—
At first, Jiu'er, imitating an RPG game, went to a tavern, ordered a glass of milk, and hoped she might glean some information.
