Since it wasn't time yet, Phield returned to the inn and was just about to enter his room—
"Wait. Someone's been here. He might be hiding inside." Rosalia's voice came from within the greatsword at once, halting Phield's movement. "The thin red thread I wedged in the doorframe has fallen to the ground. You specifically instructed that no one be allowed in."
"I see." Phield stepped back calmly and slowly drew his longsword. "Who could it be…"
There was no marker on the minimap. If someone was inside, then they had to be a contracted Divine Chosen.
With the Empire in turmoil, vigilance was necessary at all times.
Bang—!
Phield took a deep breath, steeled himself, and suddenly burst forward, kicking the door open in one swift motion.
"Wah! Who is it?!"
A pink figure was startled into flying through the air, her head slamming hard against the ceiling before she dropped back down with a thud.
"Ow… that hurts…" Sylvia rubbed her head, tears welling in her eyes.
