In the guest room of the inn, Charles paced back and forth incessantly.
Although before sending Little Green out, Charles had declared that he had a great deal of trust in Little Green.
However, once Little Green had actually been sent out, Charles found himself filled with regret.
"I sincerely hope nothing happens to Little Green. If she does face any misfortune, I will undoubtedly regret it deeply." Charles muttered to himself, settling back into his original seat after pacing for a while.
Medusa, standing to the side, responded with a smile on her face.
"Master, you need not worry. Little Green will be perfectly fine. Even if she encounters trouble, the ones in real danger will be her adversaries, not her."
Medusa was exceedingly well aware of Little Green's capabilities.
At least within the confines of the trading town, individuals who could pose a substantial threat to Little Green were, in reality, quite scarce.
