In the outskirts of Berely, at the edge of a small town, inside a shabby roadside inn.
Gram's two guards huddled miserably beneath the eaves. They looked at each other, both on the verge of tears.
Last night, Gram and that delicate-faced "young girl" had gone at it for an entire night. The girl's moans and Gram's heavy panting could be heard all night long. The two guards assigned by Iseda truly had no idea where Gram got such astonishing stamina.
An entire night—how had that enormous fat man kept it up?
But the result of Gram's night of debauchery was that the two guards did not even have a communal bed to sleep in. They could only squeeze beneath the eaves and make do for the night. Gram's excuse was that, since they were guards Iseda had assigned to him, they naturally did not need wages. Thus, after serving at Gram's side for several years, they had not received so much as a copper coin.
While Gram turned clouds and rain inside the room, the two penniless guards could only brave the wind and dew outside.
With a low sigh, the two guards helplessly shook their heads. Having met such a master, how could they bear it? They only hoped Iseda would summon them back soon. It did not matter which unlucky bastard was sent to Gram's side instead.
Wearing bitter smiles, they heard the door creak. Then the delicate-faced young girl, dressed in a ragged coarse linen gown, emerged from the room with her head slightly lowered and her body swaying unsteadily. She painstakingly shuffled out step by step, quietly gave the two guards a slight bow, then gritted her teeth as her face twisted faintly. With a pained frown, she quietly left the inn.
"That dead fatso