The inn was noisy.
Regardless of whether they were drinkers or not, customers chatted about the preliminaries that took place today.
Some about the swift maneuvers of the Elf.
Some about the Knight's fantastic swordsmanship.
And some talked about the Martial Artist's beautiful figure.
I was sipping honey wine alone in the corner of such an inn. The reason I was alone was simple.
As soon as we returned to the inn, Katarina rushed up to her room, saying that she had no appetite.
Probably because of the bloody scenes she saw in the preliminaries today. Even if I didn't kill anyone, there was no law stating others couldn't.
Shedia bounded along with Katarina.
I wondered of doing the same and comfort Katarina, before deciding to give them their girls time.
And we had rented only one room; I couldn't rent more because the other rooms were full.
That was why I seemed like a post-recovery widower.
