When Ulu returned to the inn, the landlady Kay was sitting behind the counter, lighting a candle, and writing something.
Hearing the footsteps, Kay looked up at Ulu and managed a strained smile, "You're back, guest."
Ulu carefully scrutinized Kay. Her complexion was even worse than when he had seen her in the Church; she looked more fragile than Ulu, who was infested by the "Evil God," as if her life had entered a countdown.
Oh, perhaps the words "as if" could be removed.
Twenty years ago, Ulu had seen this very state, where each day... no, even each minute was weaker than the last, like the candle on the counter that, after showing its bottom, continued to struggle for life on the already burnt wax, ready to be extinguished at any moment.
Originally, Ulu didn't want to bother with Kay, but for some reason, he stopped, took a deep look at her, and then said, "Your health has deteriorated greatly."
"Ah, you noticed, huh?" Kay gave a helpless smile.
