"Invitation, please."
We reached the front of the line. The staff member, dressed in a bright, festive uniform with gold braiding, smiled politely.
Ariana nodded and pulled a heavy, gold-embossed envelope from her purse. It bore the crest of the Solmere Duchy—a rising sun over a shield.
The staff member's eyes widened. He bowed deeply immediately.
"Welcome, Lady Solmere! Welcome, Young Master! Please, right this way!"
He didn't even ask for my ID. The crest was a free pass.
"And… weapons?" the staff member asked hesitantly, glancing at Lena and Alicia. "For the safety of the guests, no weapons are permitted inside."
"We have none," I said, spreading my arms wide.
Lena had concealed her daggers with expert stealth skills that baffled even magical sensors. Alicia was a mage, so she didn't need physical weapons; her existence was the weapon.
And me?
My weapons—the Benelli M4, the revolver, the boxes of high-explosive ammo—were all safely tucked away.
In my Inventory.
