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She did not seem enthusiastic about it, but Daniela seemed to have decided that she would let this one go. Ahh, what a relief. We were about to be in a literal bloodbath, otherwise. Even the busty broad seemed to have come to the realization that her head would no longer be flying off of her shoulders.

 

“Th-thank you!”

“Hey, stop that you idio-”

 

It is important to have a thankful heart. However, it was not necessary to express it through a tight embrace of my head. And then my vision was full of darkness.

 

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“Mmm… Where am I…”

 

I was looking at some unfamiliar ceiling. I put a hand to my aching head as I got up from the bed. The room itself was familiar. Oh, it was room 303. I just hadn’t looked at the ceiling before.

I looked dumbly at the security device that Daniela had told me about, as I consider what had happened. I must have fainted from over-excitement after being squished. The back of my head likely hurt because I had banged it on something… Ahh, maybe I’ll go back to sleep. I try to cover myself with the blankets, but I couldn’t sleep. I knew that not being able to sleep would negatively impact our trip tomorrow, but no matter how much I tossed and turned, I would not get drowsy.

 

“Ah, well. Might as well take a walk…”

 

I slipped out of the bed and took my key with me as I went out into the hall. I had to make sure that the door was securely locked before climbing down the stairs.

Seductive moaning leaked from one of the other rooms. Someone was clearly still working. I guess she really was passionate, considering she was back so quickly after such an incident.

I passed the room and went down to the first floor. The bar owner was still awake, and so I told him that I was going on a stroll.

 

“That key is your room key, but it will also allow you to enter this inn. So you can use that when you come back. And well, I am sure you wouldn’t try anything fishy, but just know that it won’t work on any of the other rooms.”

 

I wondered how it worked, but then realized that this was a world of magic, and gave up. I would never understand the mechanics of it. It was what it was. I thanked him and left the inn.

 

There were bonfires outside. The fires offered light and warmth, but the crackling of the firewood was explosive, making the night seem a little like a battlefield. Not that I’ve ever been in one.

I was sure to get lost in this complex town, and so I carefully noted the position of the inn in my head before starting my walk.

There were not many people out at night. People would work during the days and get proper rest when the sun would set. Or so a traveling passerby informed me. Well, you could still see lights from behind the windows of the houses, and the sounds of drunken voices, though. I avoided these lights and continued to walk. I walked in the sort of self-indulgent way one does when they only step on the white lines when crossing the road. Bonfires are safe. They are healing spots. I use magic to prevent the sparks from falling on me. I didn’t want to get burned. But it was cold here in the mountains. The wind was cool for a few minutes, but it would freeze you if you stayed out too long. And so I would need to heal myself occasionally at these bonfires.

 

Once I was warm enough, I would continue to walk aimlessly. I would go up any stairs that happened to be in front of me and go even further when there were even more stairs. I eventually found myself in the highest point in the town. It was the point where there were no more stairs to climb. And here you could look down at the rest of the town.

 

“Ahh…I should have gone over there.”

 

On the other side, the eastern part of the town. There were more tall buildings. The tallest building on the west side was shorter than the tallest on the east.

 

“It’s important to plan, isn’t it?”

“Aye, it is. Very important!”

 

The voice suddenly sounded behind me, and I quickly turned around and stepped back. A pickaxe had been swung down in the place I was just standing. I look hard at the person who was wielding it. A beard and a face covered in dust. I overlaid the image with my memories. And finally, I realize that it was the leader of the gang in Fhiraldo, who had called me Black Rabbit.

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