Sword of Dawnbreaker

But perhaps back then he had focused all his attention on searching for hair growth tonic and hadn’t paid much attention to other matters...

Soldrin shook his head, dismissing irrelevant thoughts, then changed the topic to the weather to divert Belna’s attention: for safety’s sake, he didn’t intend to continue discussing matters related to the Cecil territory anymore.

After some idle chatter, Soldrin stood up to take his leave.

”Oh? Sister Sol, you can stay here,” Belna offered warmly, ”This room is originally meant for two people—and it’s already dark outside now.”

Soldrin was a person of principle, and he didn’t plan to get too close to Belna: ”I have a place to stay, and I’m not used to sharing a room with others.”

”Alright then...” Belna nodded, ”Let me see you off...”

Soldrin declined her offer graciously: ”No need, you haven’t quite adjusted to the cold northern weather. Better stay here and warm up by the fire. How about we meet at the inn tomorrow at noon?”

”Sure, it’s a deal.”

”It’s a deal.”

After leaving the Ashwhistle Inn, Soldrin looked into the deep night ahead and took a deep breath.

The cold winter air of the northern parts of the mountain range filled his lungs deeply and was exhaled slowly, carrying away some warmth and clearing his mind.

”At least the issue of the pass is resolved...”

In the room of the Ashwhistle Inn, Belna came to the window, letting the cold night wind blow on her face through the gaps of the windowpanes, her eyes following Soldrin as he disappeared into the night.

”Sol... hmm...”

Belna murmured softly, then turned away from the window and walked towards the warm fireplace.

The rustling sound of vines and roots brushing against each other accompanied her footsteps in the room.