Morning...
In front of a modest inn in the city center, Leon and Elina stood stretching their bodies.
"Did you sleep well, Elina?" Leon asked playfully.
Elina pouted and gave a small shake of her head. "No, Young Master. I didn't sleep well. The bed was too stiff, and I kept waking up during the night."
She let out a quiet sigh after speaking. Lysoria City was a border town that usually wasn't too crowded on normal days.
But for some reason, today it was packed with visitors from outside the city, filling up every available inn.
As a result, Leon and Elina, who had arrived a bit late, were forced to stay at a makeshift place—an inn that could only be described as poor.
The beds were hard, the service was lacking, and cobwebs decorated the corners of the room.
Throughout their journey from the city of Morvhal to Lysoria, Elina had always stayed in decent lodgings.
So spending the night in a place like this made her feel uneasy and out of place.
