Late at night, outside the city at the roadside inn, the small carts could not be brought within the inn's walls and were piled outside instead.
Phield had brought no guards. He stood outside with two Divine Chosen, chatting while rummaging through the cargo on the wagons.
"Has she already left?" Phield searched every empty barrel but found no trace of Sylvia. "Not even a goodbye."
Ashina's nose twitched, a teasing expression appearing on her face. "There's a lingering scent of a female beastkin—smells like a weak cat-eared Demei-human. Very faint… with a hint of urine. She must have been frightened."
Phield stared in shock. "You can even notice that? That's incredible."
Even Florine had failed to discover Sylvia's presence.
"Damn it, another demi-human trying to get close to Phield. And I was actually worried about you," Rosalia huffed angrily, stamping her foot.
"Let me explain," Phield rubbed his temples, looking amused. "I was handling serious business."
