When the three returned to the inn in a carriage arranged by the Enforcement Team, it was already broad daylight.
Standing before the inn and watching the pedestrians coming and going, everything seemed to have returned to normal.
Puli and the others had already been waiting in the lobby. When they saw Ang and the two women approach, they hurried over. Worry showed on Puli's face as his gaze swept over the three of them, as though searching for anything amiss.
"My lord, you've finally returned." Puli let out a breath of relief, the tension leaving his face. "Near dawn today, we heard an enormous sound. We guessed that something had happened to you."
Ang's clothes were somewhat disheveled, with dust and grass clinging to his shoulders and pant legs. There were also faint scratches on his cheeks. Though none were serious, a trace of exhaustion could be felt from his aura. Aisha and Quintina's dresses had likewise been torn, with leaves and twigs caught on their skirts, as though they had just passed through a dense forest.
However, Ang did not say much. He merely waved a hand lightly. "We're fine. We didn't rest all night, and we've been tense the entire time. We'll get some rest first and tell you about it later. If anyone comes looking for me, tell them I'm resting and have them return tomorrow."
"Understood, my lord." Puli nodded. "You should hurry and rest."
The two women nodded and walked silently toward the stairs with their heads lowered. Ang followed behind them, and they returned to their respective rooms.
Night had fully fallen by the time Ang woke from bed. He felt that much of the magic power within him had recovered. Rubbing his brow, he let out a soft sigh, looking rather