Common Sense of a Warrior

"Mr. Kreutz, we have some strange customers coming... what do you want to do?

"Like what?"

"He said he came to deliver a letter to the guests staying at this inn. But we make this inn private, and we don't have a name for it. The innkeeper has responded, but no matter how much he explains it, he won't back down, so he's in trouble."

"Oh well. So, where's that rare customer?

It's the entrance.

"Right. Report, thanks."

To my men's report, I stand up and head to the front door.

... Now Master Romel is supposed to have fallen.

The reason is that I'm tired of traveling.

I don't know why you're disguising yourself like that, either.

I don't even need to know.

… because perfectly fulfilling the duties assigned to me is a priority.

Lady Romel does not lean on anyone and always thinks deeply in the chair.

And I only understood that something was happening to the tense air drifting from him.

… When we arrive at the front door, there is still an exchange between the rare customer and the caretaker.

"Sorry, we're the only ones staying in this inn. Excuse me, but am I in the wrong place?

That's what I told him. Rare customers look suspicious.

"This is an inn called Faboma. Could it be that I'm mistaken for Farima?

And to the words that went on, the rare customer nodded as he was convinced after showing a bare gesture he had thought about for a while.

"It could be.... I'm sorry for making such a scene. Speaking of which, are you travelers or something?

"... well, that's the place"

"Right. I thought I was looking good on the street.... kindly told me, thank you."

Tong, and his rare customers left when he gently slapped me in the chest feeling at ease.

"I'm sorry, sir. Sorry for the inconvenience..."

The owner of the innkeeper called out to me to apologize from the other side of the counter.

"No, it's outrageous. I remember it very well because I was about to jeopardize the wrong place to stay."

"That's right...... Two generations ago, my brothers and I started each lodging, but that's when I named them after a similar name. It's confusing, so I'm going to change it, and I'm going to change it, and I'm going to end up having an attachment, and I'm going to leave it there."

"Ha... when you get attached, it's certainly hard to change, isn't it? Now, if you'll excuse me."

And away from the lobby, I went to Lord Romel's room clutching the paper at hand.

As a matter of fact, I was told by Alf, who had left the scene beforehand that such a rare customer could appear.

And how to deal with such a rare customer.

As instructed, I did everything.... That's not a problem.

The problem was that I had to speak to Lady Romel, who haunted that terrible and horrible atmosphere, from now on.

"... Um, Lady Romel"

Nevertheless, I cannot escape, and I will never speak to Lady Romel.

"... what's up? Somebody here?

Without turning her gaze, Lady Romel responded with a wrinkle between her eyebrows as usual.

"Yes. Just like Mr. Alf said."

"Right. … so why don't you give me what you keep from that person?"

As a matter of fact, Mr. Alf planted the rare customer earlier.

who is in the hands of Mr. Alf and who is active in this Principality of Limmel.

There was no reason to give information to the infiltrator, just in case he couldn't move himself, and Mr. Alf was telling each of us how to receive the information in advance.

Along the way, the rare guest visited the inn and said the dialogue as instructed.

All those words I answered were also those of Mr. Alf's instructions.

... I mean, all the conversations we had earlier were coding.

And I gave him a note with the information because the code matched safely.

Um, when you gently slapped me in the chest.

When Lomel received the paper from me, she stared to eat it in.