The barbarian still stood guard at the door. Warriors from the North were always reliable teammates.
Kira leaped down from the rooftop and sat cross-legged on the ground. She had no idea what had happened, but that did nothing to dampen her enjoyment of the spectacle.
Ever since receiving that letter, the young mage had stood rooted to the spot without a word.
"Renato, why won't you accept my invitation?" Lailas sounded puzzled. "I know outsiders have their prejudices against the Harpers, but you and I have worked together many times. Isn't that the best rebuttal?"
Renato should have realized it long ago. A ranger, a network of spies, a spirit of self-sacrifice, an obsession with "freedom"...
No, he had realized it long ago. He had simply refused to admit it to himself.
Looking back, he had been staying among a whole crowd of Harpers at the Silver Deer Inn.
At that thought, Renato broke into a cold sweat.
Although he could feel the half-elf's sincerity and admired her lofty ideals, he was a cultist marked by Dakoul, carried the evil blood of the Fernando family, and had the blood of more than a few Harpers on his hands...
He knew he had done what he had to do to survive, but would Lailas still accept him once she learned the truth?
Would she believe such lunatic nonsense as "transmigration"? And how was he supposed to explain the [Adventurer's Guide]...
Besides, whatever Lailas thought of his character, Renato knew himself.
He certainly wasn't going to sacrifice his life for these medieval savages and their bullshit cause of "freedom."
"Lailas... thank you for your trust. But this concerns the path I'll take in the future. Please give me some more time to think."
Whatever happened, he needed to keep things steady