But Durandal had become a Valkyrie at the age of ten. As long as she wanted to do something, she would strive to do it perfectly.
No longer paying attention to those people, the two continued deeper inside.
The best places to gather information were, of course... taverns and restaurants. There were many customers coming and going, and they knew far more than those poor folk. The only question was whether such a backward place had anything like that.
Durandal's concern proved unnecessary. No matter how backward a place was, basic needs could never be absent.
Before long, Durandal found a tavern.
The tavern's doors were shut, but the noisy voices inside still carried out. Durandal vaguely heard mentions of Dangerous Species and bounties.
The instant Durandal and Rita pushed open the tavern door and entered, the uproar inside abruptly stopped.
Everyone looked at Durandal, who had just entered the tavern. Dazzling light streamed in from behind her, and with her golden hair, Durandal looked like a radiant goddess.
"Honored guests, welcome to our humble establishment. Please, come inside and have a seat."
Only after quite a while did the tavern waiter come to his senses. He hurried over to Durandal and Rita, inviting them in with extreme courtesy.
After all, neither their attire nor their bearing was something ordinary people could possess.
As a waiter who regularly dealt with all kinds of people at the tavern, he had a keen eye for judging others. If they had been poor commoners, he might have thrown them out outright, but these two were different.
Durandal and Rita said nothing. They merely followed the waiter to an empty table, sat down, and ordered several bottles of wine and some side dishes.
They prepared to quietly listen to the conversations around them.
However...