Amy asked.

�Who are you?�What is your relationship with Sirone?�

Instead of answering, the man took off his mask.�With his face covered, he wondered how he could see, but a thin bandage covered his eyes.�He was blind from the start.

�My name is Generaid Armin.�I have a little relationship with Sirone.�

Amy tilted her head.�Do you have a relationship with Sirone?

Of course, Sirone must have connections that others don�t know about.�However, if I had known someone of this level, there was no way I wouldn�t have spoken.

�How can you believe that?�Sirone never said anything like that����.�

Armin ignored it, looked somewhere, and pointed alternately at the two women.

�First, avoid the rain.�Please follow me.�

Standing in the heavy rain for a few minutes caused the body temperature to drop rapidly, so the two had no choice but to comply.�

Moreover, I didn�t want to show such an embarrassing appearance even among women.

The place Armin took the two of them to was a restaurant and inn that doubled as a restaurant.

Amy checked the name on the sign before entering the building.�It was similar to the Tormia language, but it was subtly different, so I couldn�t understand the meaning.

�welcome.�

When I opened the door and entered, a woman in her 40s who was knitting at the counter greeted me in a formal tone.

When I looked at the building from the outside, I wondered if it was too narrow, but when I entered, it was a structure that stretched deep into the inside.

The hall was about 7 pyeong, and there were three tables for drinking.�Hunters were sitting in the corner warming themselves with hot wine.

After passing the hall and turning the corner, there is a corridor that goes deep, and the floor was torn down and a fire pit was placed.�Rainwater did not come in until here because there was a drainage ditch.

Square tables were placed around it, and people dressed as travelers were eating.

Armin first offered an empty seat to the women, then turned around the table and sat across from him.

Then, a musician wearing a conical hat who was warming up near the fire pit began to tune a four-stringed instrument.

Inns frequented by travelers hire a musician and have a contract to play music when a certain number of people gather.�

Also, even if the number of people is not enough, if you personally give money, you can play.

The musician played the instrument and sang in a melancholy tone.�

It was a song about a knight who lost his loved one going on a journey to find a place to die. The tune was calm, but the lyrics were quite sad.

Reina was surprised to realize that the musician�s performance was of a high standard.�However, it was a variation that deviated from the basics of harmonics.�It was like mixing several songs into one.

But the other travelers didn�t seem to care.�No, they didn�t care about anything.�It was proof that he did not even look at the two women with their bodies exposed.

Amy wondered.�She, of course, didn�t necessarily mean that if she exposed her body, she�d be watched by men, but she was in a weird situation anyway.

Upon closer inspection, they were not eating.�The fork was moving pointlessly back and forth between the food and the mouth.�

Even so, the reason why it seemed to eat was because it kept muttering something with a depressed expression. JrNovels.com