Morning...
The sun gradually rose, casting its light across the world.
In front of the largest inn in Morvhal City, Leon and Elina stood side by side.
The main street in front of them slowly filled with crowds of passersby.
"Are you alright, Elina? Last night's incident didn't traumatize you, did it?" Leon asked with a worried tone.
Since an assassin had targeted her the last night, he was concerned it might have left her feeling anxious. After all, Elina was an Elf, and this was likely her first time facing such a situation.
To his surprise, Elina appeared calm, showing no signs of fear or trauma.
"Don't worry, Young Master. I'm fine. Although I'm still a little shaken, I haven't suffered any trauma," she replied, shaking her head. A gentle smile formed on her lips as she continued, "Thank you for your concern, Young Master."
She had to admit that last night's events had left her quite shaken.
