After returning home from Viscount Grellint's residence in Empress Borough, Fors immediately threw herself onto the sofa. Although she had not done much running today, she still felt an urge to recover all the fatigue of the past dozen days in one breath.
But soon, as if she had noticed something, she twisted her head around in a slightly awkward posture and looked at Xio, who was flipping through the books borrowed from Viscount Grellint. Somewhat surprised, she asked:
"Aren't you going to collect the reward?"
Yes, the reward. They had finally completed that strike-related task today. Shouldn't Xio have rushed off to claim the information related to her father?
Judging by the attitude she usually displayed, even if she were exhausted to death, she should never have entertained the thought of "going tomorrow"! Not to mention that she still had the energy to read miscellaneous books.
Or was it that... Xio had actually been lying to her?
"You mean the information? I already got it. They told me the information first, then assigned me the task." Xio casually flipped through A History of Loen Kingdom Nobility in her hands without any intention of looking up. But soon, as if she had remembered something, she asked strangely, "Come to think of it, don't you have a gathering with The Writer's circle tonight?"
Changing the subject? What kind of important intelligence gets delivered before payment? Fors became somewhat wary, but she did not show it. Instead, she deliberately turned to glance at the wall clock before saying:
"There's still more than an hour. Let me rest a little longer."
"Oh, then go to sleep. I'll wake you later." Xio nodded and continued reading.
Fors was surprised that Xio, who was usually so recklessly impulsive, could be this composed. Realizing she would