The inn owner blinked as she looked down at the contract she had just signed.
She did not recall what that contract said, but she knew that her life had been sold away to someone because of her sudden mistake.
'What did I do? Why don't I remember what I just did? What do I do now?'
The innkeeper panicked, but Layla had already stood up and sat down to eat.
"Innkeeper, you should eat your food, or it will get cold. You don't want your food to get cold, right?"
Layla asked in a worried voice, but her voice sounded both anxious and majestic. The tone in her voice lulled the inn owner into a false sense of security, and before she knew it, she was doing as Layla asked her to.
When the innkeeper came around a second time, she relied on the fact that her memory was blank of when she tried to trick the noble lady into staying in her inn.
