They were greeted by Iola and Ranken, who had been hiding, holding their breath.

Viretta rushed, but since she was alone and slower than the two, it seemed that she was late.

She was even slower than the mercenaries who had gone to the inn, and the stables had already been seized.

Viretta silently respected Monaine, who had made the right judgment with just a single word. The Dusk Mercenaries acted faster than Viretta had anticipated.

"How many are there?"

"Three, or maybe more... but there was no cart."

There was no need to ask if it had been confirmed. The red stains on Iola's clothes revealed what he had done.

"It seems all the cargo, including mine, is gone. They’re probably unaware and are still looking."

"Hmm~. I see. Saffron did what he had to. As expected."

"Saffron?"

Iola's eyebrows twitched, as though questioning whether it was the same man. His expression seemed incredulous, but that seemed too harsh of an assessment.

Viretta trusted him.

She had no doubt in his inherent pessimism.@@novelbin@@

"Iola's father must have prepared to flee the moment he came out. Is there anywhere nearby we could hide the cart and escape?"

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