92 Sacred Capital Infiltration Part 2, apparently.

"Hmmm...... you don't feel right"

I hear Emil roaring about something, and Lianya looks just a little worried.

It took Emil only a few minutes to crush a bunch of the men involved in the paste, and it was only about an hour ago that Emil pulled the information out of the men who were all just friendly and necked, in a line and whining about something with a bump.

It was Emil who did not even try to hide his discomfort with his eyebrow roots while he was pulling the information out of the men's heads.

The contents, if you make me say it from Lianya, are slippers or hot water or detergent. She is a demon clan who will not die, but Emil's appearance today is a small, worthy girl who says it's pathetic.

There were stories of the contents being dragged by the appearance, and Lianya was worried that she might have been offended because of the massive amount of blood.

"Are you all right? If you don't feel well, you can rest a little..."

"Oh, Lenya, you're sweet. That's unusual."

"Sometimes that happens"

Lianya says with a flashy look.

Emil laughed and shook her hand flickering.

"It's okay, it's okay. I don't know how I remembered you pulling it out."

"Arre?"

"Feels like surrounding me and peeling me off, maverick me and selling me off?

Apparently, it was a routine tea thing.

Emil seemed to say he didn't feel well because of the large number of people and because of the experience of changing the memory of similar events to allow him to view them from all over the place.

However, Lianya thinks.

You've done worse.

You guessed Lianya's thoughts from the look on her face, Emil seems very disgusted.

"Would you mind not doing it with me for research purposes and pleasure?

"No... I think it's the same thing in the end?

"No! No! No! Is that what you're gonna tell me? If you don't mind, I'll block you until I understand that you say it's completely different! Hmm..."

"Stop it, idiot! Grab the chest barn and don't pull it off! Keep your lips pointy and away from me! Don't close your eyes!

"'Cause isn't this the place?

That's what I say and look around Emil.

What they were now in was a room with a large bed with a very absurd decoration.

After all, when I tried to distort the memory of the men who attacked me, I had no memory of the kind of inn that Lianya wanted in their memory.

Instead, it seems that only places such as whorehouses and so-called boarding houses were in the details.

After a little thought, Lianya instructed Emil to lead her to the most expensive take-in inn of those knowledge.

Bringing in the Inn is the Inn that men use to bring in women.

If you meditate on a lot of things, you can't stay and stay.

Moreover, it is not possible to verify the identity, etc. for the sole purpose of use.

Why was there such equipment in the Sacred Capital a masked person whining, but it would be stranger if I didn't have to tell you from Lianya.

For it is an inseparable story, even if cut off, than a person lives as a person.

If a complete detachment is possible, it must not be human to live there.

Something else.

"Sure this is where I say it, but I'm not here to do what I say"

When Lianya clearly said it out, Emil had a terribly sorry look on her face.

When Lotus Mita came to the inn, the innkeeper-like man stared at Lotus Mita in a heartless tone.

"Five silver coins a night. I don't eat. The bath is on, but if you need hot water, tell me. It will be charged separately.

It was as heartless as coming with kachin in some people, but Lianya felt the response preferred.

Tell them exactly what they need, and they won't pry too hard.

I think Lianya might be the ideal owner of the Bring-In Inn.

With that in mind, Lianya rolled five gold coins in front of her husband.

Only slightly, but a change was seen in the unfathomable face of Innkeeper's master in Lianya's behavior, who suddenly gave a hundred times as much as the cost of lodging without creation.

"I like the biggest and best room. I want hot water, and can you arrange a meal for me?

To the change in the expression of Innkeeper's master, Lotus Ya, who decides that this has a pulse, briefly tells him what he needs.

The innkeeper thought about it for a while, then asked Lianya to confirm.

"... this gold coin, is it all for the advance?

Lotus Yaya nodded without changing her expression, wondering if she would eat it up after all.

"Naturally. I'll stay a few nights, so if you tell me when I'm short, I'll pay you extra. If you have any extra minutes, keep it."

If Lianya asks what it is, the innkeeper recovers the gold coin rolled in front of him and rings it once gently when he takes the bell out of his nostalgia.

One female clerk appeared from behind the store to react to the sound.

For plain clothing, a face that doesn't seem too impressive.

"Put this guy on. You can tell this guy about the errand. If I run out of money, I'll let him tell me. The room prepares the best part of our room. Is that all right?

After all, the power of gold coins is great, Lianya thinks.

The innkeeper seemed to decide instantly to drink all of Lotus Ya's favors by deciding that Lotus Ya was an overly good quality customer with money payments and that he would make a lot of money if he answered his request.

"Helpful. Thanks"

While I thank you, I'll add another gold coin for you, Lianya.

"Take your time."

After receiving my husband's words on his back, which I felt had become less affectionate than the first one, Mita Lotus was led to a single room as she was guided.

The composition of the room's scheduling was really simple.

Even if there are about four people in the middle sleeping side by side, there is still one more bed with a fancy decorative lid, and there's just a chair in the middle, and a safe to keep valuables in.

There are also a few windows, but the purpose of the lighting is apparent, and they are small and cannot be opened with a kill.

The female clerk left the room with a small call to ring when she had business.

Of course, Lianya won't forget to let that clerk gently hold a few silver coins when he leaves.

Surprised that the coin in his hand is a silver coin, he breaks up and thanks, dropping off the clerk who walks away, then Lianya falls asleep in big letters on that big bed.

On that edge, the masked figure seems to be nervous somewhere, sitting tight, Emil seems to see for the first time, interested in where people said this, walking around the room looking around.

"What are we going to do now?

Asked by a masked figure sitting on the edge of the bed, Lianya replied instantly without waking up her body.

"Go to sleep. I'm tired"

It was slightly later in the afternoon that I came out of the city of Kuklika.

We arrived in the Holy City early in the morning.

Lotus Yaya was very tired when she was shaken by a car all night long and had broken through the barracks and gates.

That said, I actually recover physically quickly with super healing skills, but I was tired and wanted to sleep anyway, whether I said it was moody or mental.

"Wake me up when the sun goes down. Until then, you can do whatever you want... but I don't suggest you go outside."

"Then I'll go to bed, too. What are you gonna do?

Emil asks the masked person.

"I want to sleep a little too"

"Then we're all close together."

"Why does that happen? If the three of you fall asleep, who's going to wake you... or if you guys are going to sleep in bed, I'm on the floor..."

"I won't let you say it, hey!

While Emil dived into bed, he dropped his elbow on Lotus Ya's dovetail in a big letter state.

It's just a blow with Emil's weight on it, no matter how small it is, where he can catch his breath if he's attacked decently.

I was distracted when I finally slept through it, and Lianya, who was alarmed, ate it properly.

If it had been done with all the Devil's power by the boulders, it would have caused some guts to be torn and blood reflexes scattered, but Emil also jokingly punched it in, and the damage didn't seem to go through so much, but still stuffs his breath and Lianya is stuffy.

Taking it to the sleeping position so as to cling to the right half of its stuffy Lianya body, Emil handed the masked figure as she pillowed on Lianya's right shoulder.

"I'll borrow this one, you're that way"

"Oh, yes."

"Yes... no... Ro"

The person in the mask does not take off the black robe, does not remove the mask, and then slides his body into the left side of Lianya.

This one is shaped to snuggle gently, but firmly pillows Lianya's left arm.

Lianya raises a protest from under her painful breath, but she can't get Emil to fit in with either the masked figure.

Besides, I find myself in a state where I can't even move because I'm being pillowed on both arms.

"Yes, rest. Oh, you can leave it to me to wake you."

"Good night."

"You guys...... hey......"

It was Lianya who manages to pull her arms through the shoulders from under her two heads, but the masked person is so tired that she begins to get a small sleep with little time between them.

I still wonder how tired the forcible army has made me, Lianya thinks.

Because I somehow understand the degree of fatigue, Lianya gave up moving because if she stood back, she might wake up in a corner sleeping place.

"You're sweet, Lenya."

"Shut up...... just go to sleep. I'm going to bed, too."

Lianya closes her eyes that she should just fall asleep here in a tearing Emil tone.

"I'm going to sleep, but hey... what do you do after the sun goes down?

If he asks and opens his eyes and turns his face towards you, he meets Emil, who stares at Lianya's expression from being so tight that he pillows on his shoulders.

Lianya says as she stares at Emil like that.

"You guys are leaving a message here while you eat dinner"

"Renya, what about you?

"I... I have somewhere to go"

"Can I ask you where it is?

You know, I think it's Lianya, but Emil really wants me to say it from Lianya's mouth.

For a moment, it was Lianyi who thought I'd say something else to deceive her, but there was a certain sentiment in Lianyi that Emil would not be deceived.

It would be less disadvantageous to speak honestly than to say bad things and undermine your mood.

That's what I decided, Lianya said.

"Sneak into the royal castle"

"As good as it gets, brave man, is that what you're looking at?

"To say it's going to take two days to get here on that big ship from Kuklika, the Theons will arrive around tomorrow evening, won't they? This is my prediction, but isn't it the kind of flow from there where you get to hang out with brave people at night clubs and stuff?

It was also possible to take a night off and take a slow look the next day, but Lianya thinks that if the brave man is the type to eat up without a rumored sight, he might not be able to put up with the woman who came to see him overnight.

If the brave man wanted to eat scattered as soon as possible, it seemed to Lianya that this prediction was the shortest distance.

"You could be on a good line. So when the night club opens, we're going to have fun."

"Think about what you look like now and say things... well, it's the real deal around here, but it's not sexually appropriate to hit it. Plus, we need to see if the brave man himself is who he says he is."

So far, everything Lianya knows about the brave is what Theon was saying.

I think it's credible because Lorna seems to be looking into it or something, but I still think it's Lianya who should try to be sure with her own eyes once and for all.

If the rumor is a lie and the brave man is actually a really fine brave man.

Because Lianya, who believed the rumors and set them up, will be in full charge of the villain.

All of that could result in the loss of a trump card presence to fight the Demon King.

"Is there anything I can do to help?

Have you finished asking what you want to hear, or softly Emil closes her eyes.

"It's best if you leave a message while we protect this place."

Lianya says as she wonders what I would say and say no if she told me to take her inside the royal castle.

Whatever it is, I can say it's the heart of the largest force of the people. Inside the royal castle of the Holy King, I can hardly resist taking the Demons into it.

But the worry ended in vain.

"... Rikai. Good night, Master."

"Good night.... have a good dream."

Add a word and Lianya closes her eyes too.

Were you feeling much more tired than you thought yourself, or it didn't take that long for Lianya's consciousness to lose to the sleeper.