Simon spread his hands. "Let's go. Keep stalling, and heads will roll."
"Yes, my lord." Miriam put on a timid expression and whispered to Brinda, "We'll improvise. If it comes to it, we fight."
With Phield's permission, they entered the inn.
The moment Miriam and Brinda stepped inside, Phield froze. The two sides stared at each other, wide-eyed.
Blinking, Phield thought, Are they Divine Chosen under Simon? No… they look too cornered.
Miriam forced an awkward smile. In front of Simon, their excuse had been that they were here to serve Phield. If Phield exposed them, they were finished.
"Uh… my lord sent us to… work for you."
The moment the words left her mouth, Miriam wanted to strangle herself. She felt both tense and humiliated.
Phield fell silent for a moment, then suddenly understood everything.
