Dressed in indoor clothes, Iola stepped carefully down the hallway.@@novelbin@@

Unlike the ghostly inn with almost no guests, this place was fully booked.

In the room next door, a merchant from another country might be sleeping, or someone with sharp ears might be listening intently. It was also possible that a sensitive noble was unable to sleep.

He moved quietly to avoid disturbing the silence and gently opened Viretta’s door.

It was likely locked from the inside, but a lock like this one in such an inn could be easily undone.

Within the blink of an eye, Iola silently unlocked the door and slipped inside.

Viretta, lying on the bed without any composure, did not react. It seemed she hadn’t heard the door open.

Iola paused and quietly admired Viretta lying on the bed. Although they had shared a bed a few days ago, he hadn’t looked at her for long then.

Her face, with eyes half-closed as if she were about to fall asleep, looked particularly calm.

Her face, not cheerful but beautiful, was a bit dull and made him want to say something for no particular reason.

Iola made his way to the bed, intentionally making some noise with his steps. Viretta, sensing the movement, stirred under the covers.

“I-Iola?”

“Shh, if you make noise, you’ll be caught.”

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