Those looks did not ease up. Layla could feel these people glaring daggers into her back as time passed, making her want to curl her hand and throw a few punches out.
Before she could lose her temper and hurt someone, the receptionist returned with a relieved expression.
"You are permitted to head in. Please, be careful in the workshop."
That was the end of all the staring, and Layla headed ahead to escape that atmosphere.
Mary and Raziel followed behind her not too long after.
They arrived at the last workshop in the corridor, and Layla quickly opened the door to check what was inside.
"Welcome, dear customer. My name is Erwin, and I will sell you anything as long as you pay me the right price…you are not that demoness I sold that axe to; you are a kid."
The dwarf was a little taller than Layla, but he sounded old. His face looked old, and age seemed to have fallen on his once-young body.
